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Forged in Light

Forged in Light follows Kaelan, a powerful warrior determined to rid the world of darkness and evil. As the strongest person in the universe, Kaelan has already defeated the dreaded Demon Lord, but the journey does not end there. With each victory, he grows stronger, ready to face increasingly powerful foes who threaten the balance of reality itself. In a world ravaged by powerful demons and dark forces, Kaelan and his companions—Talia, Lyra, Arion, and others—must confront enemies who control time, space, and the very fabric of existence. From the manipulative Time Weaver, who can twist fate itself, to the reality-warping Voidbinder, who seeks to erase all, Kaelan’s path is fraught with peril. As he faces these challenges, Kaelan is pushed to his limits, but with each battle, he grows stronger, his light shining brighter against the encroaching darkness. However, the true test lies ahead—the Deathbringer, a being of unimaginable power, stands as the final challenge. To defeat it, Kaelan must unlock his full potential, reaching god-like strength in a desperate battle to protect the world and his loved ones. Forged in Light is a story of strength, unity, and the will to fight against the odds. As Kaelan faces each formidable foe, he is reminded that while darkness may come in many forms, the light of hope and friendship is the strongest weapon of all. The journey is long, and the stakes are higher than ever, but Kaelan's unwavering resolve will carry him toward the ultimate battle for the future of the universe.
Johmyzill · 9.9K Views

All In The Name Of Love

Norah was just a teenager when life threw her a curveball, at sixteen, she found herself pregnant and alone. Her partner, Jacob, chose to turn his back on the responsibility of fatherhood, consumed by his ambition to chase dreams and the fleeting warmth of other women's embraces. As the weight of her situation descended upon her, Norah felt the world crumble around her. In a society quick to judge, she became an outcast, shunned for carrying an illegitimate child. When her own family cast her out, desperation led her to plead with Jacob once more. But the heart-wrenching sight of another woman wrapped in his arms shattered her hope, a stark reminder that she was utterly alone. Young, wounded, and weary, Norah made the brave decision to raise her baby on her own. Embracing the unforgiving streets as her new home, she battled through despair while trying to keep her dreams alive. Each day was a struggle against the relentless tide of misery that threatened to engulf her. But just when it seemed there was no way out, fate intervened. A compassionate stranger appeared like a beacon of hope, offering Norah a lifeline with a job at his modest home. With little left to lose, she accepted without hesitation and fled the city that had held her captive in sorrow. Against all odds, Norah soared through life’s challenges. Years passed, and she transformed from a vulnerable young mother into Norah Draven a formidable CEO of a leading cosmetics company in a foreign land. At just 27 years old, she was fiercely dedicated to raising her daughter, Eloá, pouring every ounce of love and determination into their lives as they navigated each day together. But just as Norah began to find solace in her newfound success and stability, fate had more in store for her. Sparks ignited when she crossed paths with someone who understood her struggles and dreams. Their bond blossomed amidst life’s ups and downs, weaving two hearts together against all odds. With each twist of destiny, Norah learned that love could emerge from the ashes of pain, paving the way for a future filled with hope and endless possibilities.
ildapindi · 5.3K Views

The Light Between Shadows

The air was thick with smoke and the scent of blood, heavy enough to choke her as she clung to the shadows. She’d grown up within these walls, the stone corridors of her family’s stronghold, where she’d always been the quiet one, the unassuming Luminary, watching her kin wield their power over the wolves below with an iron fist. Tonight, the fortress shook under the force of rebellion. A war-cry echoed nearby, and she shivered, feeling the ground tremble as wolves overthrew the guards in waves, the very magic that had once bound them broken. The legends always said that the Luminaries were untouchable, but here they were—falling, one by one, as the stronghold became a grave. She ducked into an alcove, her back pressed against the cold stone, heart racing as her mind fought to make sense of the chaos. The Luminaries’ rule was absolute; they controlled everything and everyone with invisible threads of power. They were feared, revered—and yet, she knew what had been done in her family’s name. The iron discipline, the cold cruelty that had been deemed necessary, even just. But now, face to face with what that cruelty had cost, she felt a hollowness settle in her chest. A shadow appeared at the end of the hall. She stiffened, recognizing him immediately. He was the one from the old stories, the one who had somehow resisted the Luminaries’ control, a man of a bloodline immune to her family’s magic. His eyes, dark as midnight, swept the corridor before falling on her. In that moment, every instinct told her to run, but her body wouldn’t move, caught between dread and a strange sense of fate. He stopped before her, and his gaze bored into her, assessing, calculating. “So,” he said finally, voice cold. “This is where they hid the last of you.” She swallowed, lifting her chin. “I… I didn’t ask for any of this.” “Didn’t you?” His words were sharp, cutting through the chaos. “How convenient. That’s what they all say when they’re caught.” The accusation stung, but she kept her gaze steady. “Not everyone deserves to die.” His lips curled in a bitter smile. “Spoken like a true Luminary. Even now, you cling to the lies they fed you.” The weight of his anger was palpable, filling the air around them. She could feel his fury like a storm, a hatred so raw it burned her. And yet, as he glared at her, she saw a flicker of hesitation, a crack in the armor he wore so tightly. She didn’t know that, in her softness, she held a power she didn’t understand—a quiet magic, subtle but unyielding, that drew him in against his will. He closed the distance between them, his hand gripping her arm firmly. “The others will die,” he murmured, his tone edged with finality. “But you, you’re coming with me. You’re too dangerous to be left alive, but maybe you’re just valuable enough to be kept breathing.” Her heart hammered, the weight of his words settling over her as he pulled her forward, binding her fate to his, a captive of the very rebellion that had destroyed her family.
dawnuts · 292 Views

WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
silverstariii · 9.9K Views

Clearing The World That's Inside A Novel

Have you heard stories of love, love that would never waver for years, decades, centuries or even millenniums to come? But can you really call it love? To keep loving someone forever and ever can't be anything less than crazy, can it? This is one such story. A story of a crazy love. And it's also a story of ... Someone somewhere who wished to be saved. Someone somewhere who wished to be free. Someone somewhere who wished to be able to someday make a wish. It's a story that was supposed to be a fairytale but it turned too ugly, too twisted, and far too wretched to be called one. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- It's my first time writing. So, I am a rookie? newbie? whichever's the right word. This story is gonna be pretty generic. I mean, I will try to not make it but as I said it's my first time writing. Why am I writing this story? Well, have you ever wanted to eat ice cream when you saw someone else eating it? Yeah, something like that. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. The cover art is made by Faier. You will meet the man himself when you read the novel and come across his comments! Thanks for the cover Faier-san! Love you! Here's the discord link https://discord.gg/BVP7bSsr6q
kxixrxixtxo · 795.1K Views
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