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Back in 1996, when the daughter of the Old Xie family, Xie Wanying, said she wanted to be a doctor, many laughed. "Phoenix begets phoenix, dog spawns dog. A truck driver’s daughter becoming a doctor is as likely as a sow climbing a tree." "I’m not just going to be a doctor, I’m going to be a female chest surgeon," said Xie Wanying. Her words provoked even greater waves of disdain within the doctors' community. Relatives who were doctors ridiculed her mercilessly: "Do you know how high the admission scores are for medical students? Do you think you can make it?" "There are zero female chief chest surgeons in the country. Who do you think you are!" A bunch of people mocked her: "You'll probably only get into a third-rate medical college and end up as a health worker in a small county town. It's easy to imagine what sort of marriage you'll have." After the college entrance exams, Xie Wanying entered the top surgical class in the country with the highest science scores in the province, with department heads in the Capital’s top-tier hospitals vying for her from her internship beginnings. "Student Xie Wanying, come to our digestive surgery department." "No, she must come to our urological surgery—" "Pediatric surgery is in short supply of female doctors like student Xie Wanying." Circles of relatives and friends: … At this time, Xie Wanying independently completed the youngest Tetralogy of Fallot surgery in the country, represented the national association of chest surgery at an international medical forum, and published the world’s first minimally invasive heart valve repair surgery, becoming truly the foremost surgeon in the field of female surgery! As for the marriage concerns that everyone "worried" about: A brother from the Returned Overseas Faction, a hot bachelor within the Capital, changed his QQ profile picture to Junior Sister Xie. The young CEO, a handsome man, came to the hospital every day with flowers, keen to offer a diamond ring. Not to mention, a whole host of suitors had long since worn a path to the Old Xie Family's doorstep...

In Concordia, a man’s fate is decided before he is even born. Rank, profession, future… everything is predetermined in a prosperous and orderly society where magic is a tool of control, and freedom is an illusion. But when Bastien’s world collapses, he realizes that nothing is set in stone—least of all his destiny. Thrown into a world where only the cunning survive, he discovers a magical affinity no one should possess. Now, he must outthink before being outplayed, strike before being struck, facing enemies who can bend reality with a mere gesture. Deceptive illusions, devastating enchantments, battles where raw energy becomes a weapon—every fight is a deadly dance where the smallest mistake could mean death. But the more he fights, the more he realizes that magic itself seems to respond to his presence, as if something—or someone—has been waiting for his awakening. By pushing past every limit, he may soon reach a point of no return… and when that happens, nothing will be able to stop the fall. How far can one go before they destroy the world? What to Expect in The Iron SpellDystopian Fantasy World – A society where magic is controlled and questioning authority is a crime.Weak-to-Strong Protagonist – From an obedient student to a hunted fugitive seeking the truth.Techno-Magic System – A fusion of ancient magic and high-tech machinery.Political Intrigue & Rebellion – Secrets hidden within the archives, and a regime built on lies.Mystery & Forbidden Knowledge – The truth about the Holy War that erased a kingdom from history.Psychological Depth – Mind games, indoctrination, and the cost of free will.Explosive Combat – Tactical magic duels, techno-enhanced warfare, and illusions versus brute force.A Web of Manipulation – Who is truly an ally, and who is just another pawn of the system? Youtube Chanel: https://www.youtube.com/@FantasyWebnovel

#ACTION #ADVENTURE #BETRAYAL #TRAGEDY #WAR#ANGST ______________________ In a world fractured by storm and prowling with monsters, survival is both an art and a curse. Governed by elemental resonance, where individuals known as Resonarchs wield the forces of nature, Ezra, a young scavenger with a sharp tongue, finds himself entangled in a dangerous web of secrets and ancient powers. Life on the outskirts has always been harsh, but when a terrifying encounter with a terrifying beast awakens a mysterious light within him, his life takes a dangerous turn. As Ezra begins to uncover hidden truths about resonance, his abilities, and the world beyond, a dormant ancient force threatens to unravel the delicate balance of the elements. With the fate of the world hanging by a thread, Ezra is thrust into a battle against time, alongside a group of fractured allies, each harboring their own dark pasts. As he ventures deeper into the heart of the fractured world, the line between man and monster blurs, and Ezra is forced to confront the darker aspects of his own existence. But one ally harbors a secret so devastating, it could doom them all. As Ezra’s powers grow, so do the stakes. Will he unlock the mysteries of resonance in time to save the world—or will he be forced to watch everything he loves fall to ruin? One thing is certain: the world will never be the same. And not everyone will survive. As enemies close in and the echoes grow stronger, Ezra must decide: will he remain human, or embrace the monstrous truth that might destroy everything he’s ever known?

Follow the story of Tianlian Liu Shu, a tree who didn't know anything at first and struggles to survive and extend her roots through the cosmos. The World she lives in is filled with fantastic sights and strange new cultures, and there is something everybody in this World has: A system. Moreover, even while she is a tree, she has people who will fawn over her...? "Tiantian, does the Sun feel good on your leaves today?" "Liu Liu, I've found this delicious compost made of natural extract~." "Tian'er, does the wind feel good on your branches?" Tianlian Liu Shu, a female tree, didn't really know what to do with these fawning women. patreon.com/Mortrexo Uploading also on Scribblehub. Uploading also on Wattpad. Uploading also on Archive Of Our Own. Uploading also on Royal Road. Discord: discord.gg/RsEAYd6Xak Novel Cover: patreon.com/posts/ascension-of-97475506

Yasenia is a child born different from the rest, her mother, Tatyana, used an ancient technique she found to absorb the world's energy to get pregnant instead of having regular intercourse. Her objective was to create a lover for herself since the endless years of solitude and all the heartbreaks covered her heart with eternal ice. While pregnant, a strange soul seems to try to seize the body of her child to be reborn; a shame that Tatyana is someone not to be messed with. In her rage, she destroys the sense of self and memories, leaving only a husk of the soul, and uses it to nourish Yasenia. What Tatyana didn't know at that time was that this would change Yasenia in ways she never expected. Consider supporting me on Patreon.com/Mortrexo Or donating on Paypal.com/paypalme/Mortrexo Uploading on Wattpad Uploading on Scribblehub Uploading on Archive of our own (AO3). Discord: https://discord.gg/Uk9uAeWAf4 Novel Cover: https://www.patreon.com/posts/novel-cover-2-86054319 Artist: https://twitter.com/_taaakaaaa

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Cane Ironheart, a gifted young blacksmith with a hidden talent for elemental metallurgy, sets sail across war-torn seas, only to survive a devastating pirate attack that changes the course of his life. Cast adrift and later captured by slavers, he uses his knowledge to save a dying mermaid, forging a magical artifact in the dark hold of a ship. This act of compassion sparks a bond with the mermaid, Neri, and earns him the protection of Rhiati, a mysterious Corsair captain. After a daring escape, Cane is sent to the prestigious Magi Academy with a letter of recommendation that opens doors typically closed to commoners. There, he finds himself placed in an elite class, befriending a talented cook named Sofie, encountering strange mentors like the eccentric Nos, and clashing with entitled peers like Fergis. As he navigates this new world of magic and politics, Cane begins forging a secret identity and rebuilding a long-forgotten forge outside the city. But not all is as it seems—his affinity with water magic and merfolk suggests a deeper heritage, while an ancient mask design found in the Academy’s hidden archives may hold the key to both power and anonymity. With allies forming and secrets surfacing, Cane must uncover the truth of his origins while staying ahead of those who would use him—or silence him.

Arthur, an avid gamer, accepts his friend’s dare to beat an infamous eroge game that no one has ever completed. The problem? The game is designed to trap players in endless smut scenes, with every decision leading to the same outcome: more smut scenes, world destruction and game over. After countless failed attempts and growing frustration, Arthur takes to the game's community forum, venting his anger at the developers. To his shock, he receives a cryptic response from the developer challenging him to find a different ending. Moments later, Arthur is pulled into the game itself, awakening in the body of an unremarkable extra. Arthur finds himself embodying the very lifestyle he once despised—fooling around at every turn and getting swept up in the woman's seductive temptations. Can Arthur resist the game’s temptations, uncover hidden paths, and finally break free? Or will he become yet another player lost to its endless scenes? or he will do both? Follow Arthur’s journey for a fresh story filled with humor, plot twists, and concepts you won’t find elsewhere. This novel includes incest, so if that's something you're uncomfortable with, you may want to avoid it. [Warning: Mature content R-18 ] Tags:- Harem, Op Mc, smut, romance, Milfs, Virgins, Netori, Succubus, Vampires, Elves, Princesses, Gilfs, Demonesses, Angels, Goddesses, Dragons, Phoenixes, Dryads, long seggs scenes, System, and many more. Release Schedule & Support: Chapter Releases: 2 daily chapters, each with 1k+ words. Support & Bonuses: I'm newly contracted and part of the win-win program! Privilege purchases, gifts, golden tickets, power stones, collections, and especially comments are greatly appreciated and keep me motivated. Give this a try—it’s a story that promises surprises at every turn, as long as you make it through the beginning!

[WSA 2025 Entry] [Progression-Fantasy | Overpowered | Kingdom Building | Monster Girls | Literary RPG Mechanics] [ACHIEVEMENT UNPRECEDENTED] [You have successfully embraced the Origin: Celestial Archive] [You have earned the talent: Summon (Rank E)] [You have been gifted the ability to summon a single SSS-Rank creature] [You have unlocked a new talent: Talent Copy] [You have summoned Amara - Night Queen (SSS-Rank)] [You have awakened the talent: Blood Monarch (Rank SSS)] In the Kingdom of Eirland, Hunters battle vicious monsters that emerge from mirror dimensions known as Events. Markus White awakens a Common Tier Origin, 'Scout', at the age of 15, dreaming of making it big as a Hunter. But Hunters like him are a dime a dozen, their efforts insignificant in the grand scheme. One day, while clearing an Event Rapture with his team, an unexpected incident leads him to encounter a dragon. Now armed with the Supreme Tier Origin 'Celestial Archive', which allows him to summon powerful Monster Girls, how will Markus use his newfound abilities? And what impact will his existence have on the world? --- Before reading this novel, I sincerely implore you to read the note I left in the auxiliary. That will give you an understanding of what you're getting into. Acknowledgement: The cover belongs to Author.

[WSA 2025 Entry] For Liam Maddach, life was never fair. Born with Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy, he spent his days trapped in a failing body, his only escape being the world of MMA, studying every technique, every fighter—dreaming of one day being World Champion. Then, he died. But instead of nothingness, Liam awakens in a new world—a world of noble houses, imperial politics, and martial glory. His new body is massive, powerful, but also burdened by excess weight and a ruined reputation. As the seventh son of House Maddach, a great combat family, Liam is days away from being exiled and stripped of his nobility. Now, given a second chance at life, Liam has one goal: to become the greatest fighter in the world. But this isn't just about proving himself in the arenas of the Empire—Liam’s battles will take him through the shadows of ancient secrets, where whispers of Otherworlders and a forgotten past shape the fate of the world itself. As noble houses scheme for the vacant Imperial Throne, and as the mysterious God Emperor watches from the depths of time, Liam’s rise will set events in motion that will change the Empire forever. But before any of that—he must survive his first fight. This book is loosely inspired by Frank Herbert's Dune.

Synopsis: Betrayed. Hunted. Killed. Alex's life ended in agony at the hands of those he once trusted. But fate had other plans. When he opened his eyes, he found himself three years in the past, right before the launch of Epoch—the world’s number one game. This time, things would be different. On his return, he awakened the "Infinite Resurrection" talent—a power so broken that the entire world would one day fear his name. Every time he died, he was rewarded with unimaginable treasures, godlike abilities, and legendary weapons. Killed by the Nine Heavens Empress? He gains the Nine Heavens Secret Art and a chance to dual cultivate with her! Burned alive by the Lord of Flames? He awakens the Fire God Bloodline and gets a key to the Fire Lord’s treasure vault! Devoured by the Primordial Beast, Taotie? He unlocks the legendary Devourer talent, receives a god-tier mount, and dons an indestructible Taotie armor set! While other players desperately avoid death, Alex seeks it out. The faster he dies, the stronger he becomes. "Come on, which boss hasn’t killed me yet?" he smirks, stepping into yet another battlefield. But the world won’t let him die so easily. As news of his terrifying talent spreads, nurses from all over the world rally together, determined to keep him alive at all costs! Players flood the forums, accusing him of cheating. Guilds place astronomical bounties on his head—not to kill him, but to stop him from dying! And his enemies?

Imprisoned within the shadowy Stygian Archive, four individuals – a speedster, an alien, a mystic, and a disgraced soldier – are forcibly recruited by the enigmatic Viktor Storm into a covert government team known as "The Miscreants." These aren't heroes; they're criminals with extraordinary abilities, their freedom bartered for service in a world where the supernatural is terrifyingly real. Tasked with confronting monstrous threats that lurk beyond the veil of normalcy – from demonic possessions to ancient, destructive entities – the Miscreants must grapple with their own fractured pasts and the moral ambiguity of their missions. As they delve deeper into the darkness, they uncover a conspiracy that casts doubt on Storm's true intentions and the very nature of their purpose. Forced to confront not only the external horrors they face but also the internal demons that haunt them, the Miscreants must choose: remain pawns in a dangerous game, or defy their captor and forge their own path, even if it means facing the consequences of their past and the wrath of the very organization that controls them. The lines between savior and monster blur, leaving them to question if they are truly protecting humanity, or merely hastening its destruction.

In the remote, fog-shrouded town of Millhaven, superstition holds sway, and silence is salvation. Embarrassed radio DJ Jack Mercer is back in his hometown in one final attempt at salvaging his career, going live on a Halloween broadcast to reveal the town's darkest tale: the Revenant, a ghost said to take one soul every decade. But Millhaven's inhabitants—tightly lipped and haunted by centuries of guilt—won't talk about the curse, forcing Jack to rummage through decaying archives and deserted buildings for clues. When he discovers a decades-old diary of Evelyn Carter, a woman who disappeared while searching for the Revenant, Jack learns a chilling truth: the villagers' forebears summoned the creature, sacrificing lives for temporary peace. Jack knows the Revenant is no legend as his broadcast plans come apart—equipment breaking down, figures haunting the abandoned town hall. It's alive. And it's hungry. Halloween night, Jack's live broadcast, and the town's suppressed transgressions boil over. The listeners are overwhelmed by shrieked voices through static images of their worst regrets. Cornered in the hall with the Revenant's claws around his throat, Jack is presented with a terrible decision: die to shatter the cycle or escape, dooming Millhaven to perpetual suffering. But the Revenant has an endless hunger, and Jack's broadcast—a twisted, repeating scream—could have released the curse into the world. A terrifying investigation of guilt, complicity, and the price of truth, The Last Broadcast poses the question: What if the things we bury never die? And what if the horror we dread most is the horror we've already become?

The Multiverse is a boundless tapestry of stories, each reality shaped by unseen hands—those of the Authors. At the heart of all existence lies the Grand Archive, a sanctuary where the most powerful wielders of the Pen of Eternity write and rewrite reality itself. But where there is creation, there is also destruction. From the shadows emerge the Erasers, entities dedicated to the systematic unmaking of existence. They seek to erase flawed worlds, tearing apart reality to reshape the Multiverse as they see fit. Standing between them and annihilation is a war fought not with weapons, but with words—where sentences shape destinies, and paragraphs decide the fate of worlds. Orion Vale was just another dreamer, a writer lost in his own imagination, until the day he uncovered the Pen of Eternity within the forbidden depths of the Grand Archive. Chosen—or perhaps cursed—by fate, Orion must navigate the perilous world of Authors, learning to wield his newfound power before his story is cut short. Guided by the enigmatic elder Authors, Orion embarks on a journey of creation and conflict, mastering the craft of narrative warfare to create his own story. Along the way, he faces foes capable of rewriting reality itself, including the malevolent Editor, a force beyond even the Erasers, seeking to decide which stories deserve to exist. From the Abyss of Forgotten Tales, where lost stories linger in darkness, to the Assembly of Authors, where legends decide the fate of the Prime Narrative, Orion must fight for his right to tell his own story. But as he grows stronger, he begins to unravel a truth greater than he ever imagined—one that could change the very foundation of the Multiverse itself. With creation and destruction locked in eternal conflict, Orion’s choices will decide the fate of all existence. Will he rise as a Guardian of Creation, preserving the delicate balance of stories, or will he embrace the path of the Unwritten, daring to challenge the laws of the Multiverse itself? In a world where ink holds power and every word shapes reality, Orion’s journey is only beginning. Ancient Legends: I Got tired of Waiting, so I Wrote my Own Reality is a tale of limitless imagination, reality-bending battles, and the eternal struggle between authorship and erasure. For in the end, only one truth remains: A story is only as powerful as the one who writes it

Three hundred years ago, humanity was brought to the brink of extinction. Unknown to man and products of horrific myth, creatures of eldritch origins — aptly named as Terrors — appeared and ravaged human civilization as we know it. Forced into the mega-city of Aria, humanity refused to cower, however. Nearing the tercentenary of death, the Phantoms still continue to resist their endless assault. Unfortunately, the tide of battle had been shifting. With the waning remnants of resistance coming to a halt, the appearance of a mysterious young cadet just may change the fate of the world.

Before I sit down and spend countless hours of my time writing this, I want to preface it by saying: this is all pointless. This whole report seems a little unnecessary, I mean I lived it all once, I don’t really want to have to live it again. I guess I owe them all though, don’t I. The office asked me to write this piece and I suppose they were bargaining for the angle of disbelief, a story so erratic and irregular in nature that no one could get their head around it. The whole thing barely makes sense to me in places and I had the privilege of witnessing it all first hand. This work will not only lose me my job, but will dash any work I write in the future through the mud and destroy my name and credibility as a reporter. They know this, they want me off their hands because they think I’m insane. Quite truthfully I don’t blame them I would have read a piece like this back in the day and laughed – Dawson’s finally gone nuts they’ll say – it was only a matter of time. The pressure, it must have finally got to him. The pressure never got to me, I was cool headed and down to earth throughout my entire experience. You want proof of that? I’m standing here in front of you alive and well. That’s all the proof you’ll ever need, and also all you’ll ever get, because this case isn’t going to be one of those long unsolved mysteries that goes down in the ages. No, no, no this case will be one of the ones laid to rest in the archive where the other graves of stories milked to their final usage go. This whole tale is too far fetched to grasp any serious public interest and therefore wont survive. As for me, well if I don’t end up in a psych ward then I’ll be considered lucky. Poor ol’ Dawson, old before his time, at least I get to grow old. If you take the time to read this I thank you, maybe putting it down into words one last time will help me finally make some sense of it. If you’re thinking I’m crazy I’m not – trust me on that one. That being said, it’s all a bit futile really – not as if anyone will believe me anyway.

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The world has been split between two kinds of people - ones with powers and without powers. Yamikuro Asaki, a seemingly ordinary boy, wakes up from a nightmare that feels far too real and strange powers awaken inside of him in a life-or-death situation forcing him to turn his back on the normal world. Yamikuro now finds himself being constantly hunted and his and others safety around him are always in danger. Due to this Yamikuro joins the outcasts of society, others like him who were risking their lives in the normal world that help him find his purpose in this universe. But as gods have decided to take action due to the circumstances of Yamikuro gaining the darkness powers he must always seek to become the strongest. Betrayal, loss and a journey to the unknown await him as he keeps trying to fulfill his goals. With limited time, Yamikuro must make a decision to either be the savior or fall into the darkness.

“Inherit the relic. Rewrite the rules. Reign or be erased.” Once every century, the Archive awakens—a tower that pierces the sky, filled with shifting dungeons and forgotten relics left behind by ancient kings, tyrants, and warlords. These relics are not just weapons. They're legacies—powerful, sentient, and cursed by memory. To enter the Archive is to be chosen as a Writ-Bearer, someone capable of bonding with relics and wielding their power. For most, it's a path to fame, glory, and power. But for Kael Renn, a seventeen-year-old orphaned scribe from the outer slums, it's a death sentence. He was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, when a sealed relic buried in the tower’s forbidden floor calls to him—a relic known only as The Crown of the Nameless King—Kael becomes the first bearer of a Lost Writ that even the Archive itself cannot classify. Now hunted by relic guilds, kingspawn, and corrupted Writ-Bearers, Kael must survive deadly trials, manipulate ancient laws, and resist the growing voice of the relic within him. Because the Crown is remembering who it was. And it wants its throne back. MC: Kael Renn Age: 17 Background: Orphaned slum-born scribe, worked as a record keeper and relic cataloger in the outer zones. Never trained, never ranked. Visual Design: Hair: Ash-black, ragged at the ends, slightly covering his left eye Eyes: Pale gold—seem dull at first, but glow faintly when he invokes Writs Markings: Black ink-like veins spread from the back of his neck downward when relic power activates Clothing: Faded cloak stitched with old kingdom scripts, layered with relic sigils he draws himself Weapon: None at first—uses Writ-based combat, then later reforges an ancient relic blade with a forgotten command

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Shadowborne Estate is set among the remote heights of Mount Umbra. Its residents are the most feared family of assassins across the globe, and they are known by only one name: the Shadowborne. The mention of their name strikes fear on the lips of kingdoms, and death knocks quietly on the doors with unfailing accuracy. Trained from childhood, each an exceptionalist in their own right as shaped by the harshest of absolutist abuse and untamed loyalty to the family's dynasty. But the youngest successor, Kael, who begins to question the morality of the family’s line of work, becomes the catalyst that causes cracks in the family’s otherwise ironclad code. Kael, driven by curiosity and a desire to break free, seeks out the truth hidden in the Shadowborne archives: truths about where they come from, the curse that binds their bloodline, and the cost of wielding the magic that can ultimately consume them. Kael’s contentious actions set off a cascade of events that will find him at odds with his merciless siblings, who will do whatever it takes to protect the Shadowborne legacy. As alliances change and betrayals pile up, Kael must make a choice: Will he destroy the legacy he was born into or adopt it to protect those he loves? Twilight of the Shadowborne Legacy is that of loyalty to family and respect for blood, tangled as it is with dark legacy, the struggle for a generation between adoration of our lineage and defiance against our hearts.

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Words started but never finished, now rewritten to save what dignity there was to salvage. This is my archive of nostalgia.

Isla Everin was a failure. At Aetherspire Academy, where students summoned gods to battle, she was the only one who had never managed to summon even a minor deity. Others had called upon storm gods, fire deities, and war spirits, but Isla? Not even a wisp of divine energy responded to her. She was mocked, pitied, and nearly expelled for her incompetence. If a summoner couldn’t summon, what was the point? But Isla refused to quit. She spent sleepless nights pouring over ancient texts, searching for something—anything—that could explain why she was different. That was when she stumbled upon a forbidden summoning ritual, hidden deep in the academy’s archives. The text spoke of a god forgotten by history, a being so powerful that it was sealed away to prevent the destruction of the world.

"He died a hero. He awoke a liar." **Kael Aranthor** sacrificed everything to slay a god. He failed. Reborn as **Elias Ravenspire**, the pampered heir to a noble house, he remembers the apocalypse that shattered his world—and the God of Destruction, **Vyrthax**, who hunts him still. But in this new life, Kael is trapped in the body of an eight-year-old boy, his legendary strength replaced by trembling hands and a family who sees him as a stranger. **The Ravenspires have secrets.** Their bloodline carries a forgotten power—a silver flame gifted by a goddess to fight the Devourer of Worlds. When shadow creatures stalk Elias’s new home and his birthmark ignites with ancient magic, he realizes Vyrthax’s hunger spans realms. To protect his sister Lila and the parents he’s learning to love, Elias must wield a power he cannot control… and confront the truth about the life he lost. **But the past won’t stay buried.** Vyrthax’s whispers poison Elias’s dreams. Family heirlooms hide forbidden histories. And when a cryptic blacksmith’s apprentice discovers Elias’s cursed magic, their fragile alliance could save the realm—or doom it. **In a world where gods feast on despair, one reborn hero must choose:** Embrace the warrior he was, or become the boy he’s meant to be. --- ### **Why Readers Will Love This Story**: - **Epic Reincarnation Fantasy**: Think *Mushoku Tensei* meets *The Wheel of Time*, with a child protagonist balancing vulnerability and latent god-slaying power. - **Morally Complex Villain**: Vyrthax isn’t just a destroyer—he’s a philosopher of despair, taunting Elias with truths that blur the line between monster and martyr. - **Family Secrets & Sacrifice**: The Ravenspire dynasty’s hidden past unravels in a gothic manor, where love and lies are two sides of the same blade. - **Relentless Pacing**: From midnight crypt rituals to shadow-infested forests, every chapter escalates tension, blending emotional depth with heart-pounding action. - **A Hero You’ll Root For**: Elias is no chosen one—he’s a traumatized soldier in a child’s body, fighting to protect a family he doesn’t believe he deserves. --- **Perfect for fans of**: - *The Stormlight Archive’s* intricate worldbuilding - *The Beginning After the End’s* reincarnation-driven growth - *Fullmetal Alchemist’s* blend of familial bonds and cosmic stakes - *Attack on Titan’s* relentless, existential dread --- **"A masterpiece of rebirth and redemption, where every flicker of hope is a rebellion against the dark."** --- **Dive into Chapter 1** and discover why one reader called it *"the love child of *Mistborn* and *Spirited Away*—dark, dazzling, and impossible to put down

An unkown fugitive fleeing around the country in search of something or someone. A group of men on his trails, chasing him and catching up by the second. And Karl, living inside his lone hut, keeping to himself and studying peacefully... until he gets murdered. But death is only the beginning. After waking up, he has more questions than ever before and something new slumbering within him...