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Drowned Opposite Word

The lost world : Drown

A spoil of war, Muna is an orphan. At the tender age of nine, he is put to labor, where pay is a joke and conditions are dire. Despite being the top miner of the village, being a source of motivation for those in his situation, a horrible life of prejudice and seclusion, he is thrown in a dungeon, for rejecting a suicide mission. At the brink of Death, he is transported to a different world, the eternal prison of the Guardians, held up by the power of creation itself. After he returns to a pillaged village he once knew as his hometown, and is kidnapped and shipped away along with an abandoned clan, He is left with one choice--to join their cause: The revitalization of murim, the protection of the weak, and the restoration of order! They decide to sail to Africa where they would enroll in the Yulo academy to clear and establish their name in the world of murim. While in his second year in the academy, Muna learns more about the 'depths'. He learns that in three years time, the Gods would send their new servants, the Noldians to reap consciousness from mankind, and to destroy all of the Guardians, who lie in the depths peacefully. Muna has one year to prepare for the re-arrangement the world of murim, defeat the Demonic faction and pull them to their side, somehow free the Guardians from their eternal prison, while also preparing for the conquest of the Gods, carried out by their new vessels. He must now not just survive, he has to succeed, especially now, when the existence of man hangs in the balance. Follow this story as Muna faces many trials and enemies, makes legendary allies, unites and ultimately saves the world.
E_jake · 40.5K Views

THE DROWNED PRINCE AND THE OUTCAST

[Warning: Mature Content R18+] “Fuck, you’re not what I expected.” The words cut clean through my mind, link, sudden, and unmistakable, and I froze. The man standing before me was more than wreckage washed ashore. Caelan was the outcast, born a Witch-Fae, and they termed him the wild one. Born of both courts and claimed by neither, he was a creature of untamed magic and impossible legend. And now, he stood before me at the edge of the Pearl Castle, salt water curling around his ankles, cloak clinging to his frame like shadows and silk. “Up close, you’re even more handsome, Morkai,” he said aloud, voice rough but laced with a mocking edge, and he grinned like someone who’d just won a very long game. My pulse kicked hard beneath my ribs and realized that I’d known him before this moment. Not his face, not his form but his voice and his presence. That voice had pierced my thoughts through the link days ago, waking something I thought long dead. “You’re Caelen,” I said quietly, reverently. He winked and stepped closer, unconcerned by the power thrumming between us. “Didn’t think you’d recognize me so fast, your Majesty.” “Your voice is imprinted in my mind,” I replied, the truth spilling out before I could stop it. Caelen tilted his head slightly, the wet strands of his dark hair catching in the breeze. His green eyes, bright and impossibly deep, caught mine and held them. “Then I suppose meeting you here was inevitable,” he said, softer now. I stepped forward. I heard the way his breath hitched, and I knew then he was as affected by me as I was by him. “You are truly a sight to behold. Is this magic or witchery?” I murmured, and a flicker passed through his expression, like he’d been waiting for those words. “Oh,” he said, voice dipping low as he moved closer, close enough for our magic to stir the air between us, and he raised his chin, stared up into my eyes, and spoke with quiet fire, “What about you, your Majesty?” He paused. “You’re not just handsome, you're the kind of beautiful that unsettles every part of my body, since the first time I set my eyes on you." My breath caught, and for the first time in a century, the sea went silent around me. *************************************************************************************** Beneath the waves, destiny awakens. On the shore, something ancient stirs. Morkai Vaelan, the Abyssal Sovereign, was once a prince, now a legend, drowned in time. Bound to the sea by a forgotten curse, he reigns in solitude from his spectral Pearl Castle, feared by sailors and forsaken by the gods. His heart, like the ocean, hides storms no one dares to weather. Caelen Thorne is a Witch-Fae with no home to call his own. Too wild for witches and too human for Fae, he is haunted by a prophecy that marks him as both a harbinger and a key. His magic is dangerous. His past, a mystery. And his future? Drenched in blood and saltwater. When a rupture in the ocean's heart threatens to destroy both land and sea, Morkai and Caelen are bound by a force older than time and drawn into a love that defies every law of gods and men. But as desire deepens and secrets surface, they must face the greatest danger of all: each other. Dark, romantic, and sweeping as the tide, The Drowned Prince and the Outcast is a tale of ancient magic, forbidden love, and the storm that comes when two broken souls refuse to let go.
Anna_Baibe · 42.5K Views

Opposite My sect

Title: Opposite My sect Synopsis: Hendrix was a penniless, jobless, and luckless Zambian man whose life was the definition of pitiful. Dumped by every girl he approached, mocked by life itself, and tragically killed the very day he finally caught a break—he died in a freak house fire after stuffing himself with food for the first time in years. The gods watched in disbelief. One goddess, both amused and baffled by his cringe-worthy pickup lines and pathetic end, decided to reincarnate him—not out of pity, but curiosity. Giving him a strange and humiliating system called the Sect Expansion System, she promises to cure his shyness through pain and progress… by forcing him to build a powerful sect in another world. Reborn as Alex Kai, son of a disgraced and exiled shinobi woman who survived a brutal war and raised him in the deep jungle, Alex trains under her watchful, masked eye. His mother, once a feared assassin in the all-female Blood Blossom Sect, never reveals her past—only that Alex must leave one day and make his own path. At 17, after surviving a deadly ambush and discovering his mother’s harrowing history, Alex sets off to build his own sect. But there's a problem: the system forbids him from entering towns, unlocking mana, or accessing powers without first recruiting members. Even with his strength and training, he's just a guy stuck in the mountains with no one to follow him. That is, until he finds a mysterious, dirt-covered girl clutching a slime. She’s cute. She’s weird. And she’s a tamer. When she refuses to join his sect, Alex resorts to deception, cooking questionable snake stew and claiming demon tigers roam the forests below. Her only way to eat and survive? Say the humiliating recruitment phrase: “I died a virgin loser.” Reluctantly, she joins. And the Wayward Flame Sect is born. With one girl, one slime, zero dignity, and a broken system that demands growth or death, Alex must rise from nothing—recruiting outcasts, building strength, and uncovering the truth behind his mother's past and the goddess who watches from above.
raiven_media · 2.1K Views
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