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Shattering the Celestial Loom

In the grand, unforgiving world of Viraatkshetra—a realm governed by the iron whims of Devas (gods) and Asuras (demons)—all life follows a preordained path. Mortals are but pawns in a cosmic game, their destinies woven into a celestial tapestry by forces beyond their comprehension. The grandest of these predestined events is the War of the Crimson Twilight, an apocalyptic conflict that will reshape the heavens and the earth, for which entire generations are born to serve as fodder. Amrit, a soul from modern-day Earth, is reincarnated into this world not as a prophesied hero, but as the third prince of a minor kingdom, a boy cursed with a frail body and shattered meridians, destined to be one of the first casualties of the coming war. His life is a quiet tragedy, a footnote in a blood-soaked epic. As he lies on his deathbed, consumed by a fever that his new world's divine medicine cannot cure, his despair and the unique nature of his transmigrated soul trigger an awakening—a system beyond the understanding of gods themselves. He gains the [Infinite Crit System], a god-defying power that can apply a random, multiplicative "critical hit" to any action he performs. A single breathing exercise can yield a century's worth of cultivation. A glance at a sword technique can grant him the insight of a grandmaster. A moment of thought can untangle the profound mysteries of the Dao. Armed with this unprecedented ability, Amrit's path diverges violently from the one fate has written for him. He begins a journey not just of survival, but of rebellion. He will cultivate forbidden techniques, forge impossible weapons, and gather allies from the forgotten corners of the world—those who, like him, have been deemed disposable by destiny. His journey will lead him from the dusty training yards of his forgotten kingdom to the celestial battlefields of gods, from uncovering the dark secrets behind his reincarnation to challenging the very beings who weave the threads of fate. Shattering the Celestial Loom is an epic of defiance. It explores themes of determinism versus free will, the nature of power, and the courage required to tear down a gilded cage, even if that cage is the entire universe. Amrit must not only grow stronger than the heroes and villains of his age; he must become a force capable of breaking the fundamental laws of reality, facing cosmic entities who view his existence as a glitch in their perfect creation. His ultimate goal is not just to survive, but to seize the celestial loom and grant true freedom to a world shackled by destiny. discord channel - https://discord.gg/8PVnHKcj
karmic_pen · 2.8K Views

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I swear. Please don’t cancel me before chapter 1. Anyway, I was a stand-up comedian. Not the good kind who gets Netflix specials. The kind who gets hit with beer bottles and told to “Meet me backstage. You’ll get one more mic.” One night, I was performing in a bar so shady, even cockroaches walked in with bodyguards. It was full of tattooed bikers who drink engine oil, smoke burnt rubber, lick silencers, cry over their exes, and still believe their fists are a valid debate technique. And there I was—trying to make them laugh using yo mamma jokes and dark humor so black it should’ve come with a flashlight and some cotton. They didn’t laugh. I kept going. One of them pulled out a gun. I cracked a joke. He cracked my skull. Bullet. Brain. Curtains. Boom. But here’s the funny part: I always wanted to be a successful comedian. Maybe get a standing ovation. But what I got was Uncontrollable Blood Ovulation. Still, I had dreams, man. Big dreams. Make people laugh. Marry someone who doesn't need two chairs to sit. Eat three meals a day, Own a yacht (the humble kind with a helipad) I wasn’t greedy. I would have donated 0.01% of my wealth to charity. I only wanted 99% of everything. But fate, karma, God, or probably the trends of Webnovel had other plans. Because instead of resting in peace… I woke up in another world. A fantasy world full of monsters, heroes, magic, kingdoms, war… And zero comedy clubs. Just my luck. So now I’ve got a second life, a rude system, and maybe a power or two. But being a Hero is secondary. First, I am gonna roast dragons, clown on kings, incest—invest, I mean invest and make the whole world laugh until they cry—or kill me again. Either way… Welcome to the story of the most dangerous thing in every world— A man who won’t shut up. ——— ——— ——— Support Me - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5
KhyaaL · 134.4K Views

Rain Fell for Him:Fire Burned for Her

Under One Sky Rain Fell for Him, Fire Burned for Her --- *Setting: Elite college in South Korea — Arkan University — known for its secrecy, power, and privilege. The place where talents bloom, hearts break, and secrets destroy lives. --- Main Male Lead Name: Rivan Seo Age: 21 (Second-Year) Personality: Rude. Rich. Raw. He’s tall, sharp-jawed, with a lean muscular build. A beast in sports, genius in music, unmatched in looks. He’s known as “The Untouchable.” Popular, cold, multi-talented—but dangerous if crossed. Background: Only heir to the Seo Corporation empire. Hides a dark past no one dares speak of. Appearance: Piercing black eyes, tattoos down his left arm, always in designer fits. Hair slightly messy but intentional. POV Sample: > "People call it attitude. I call it survival. I didn’t grow up to be loved. I grew up to be feared." --- Transfer Male Lead (Hidden Genius) Name: Arian Mehta Age: 20 (New Transfer) Personality: Quiet. Gentle smile. Mysterious. Friendly but deeply private. From a middle-class background. He hides his intelligence behind a calm face. Background: Raised by a single mother, he came here on full scholarship. But no one knows he’s ranked top in international coding Olympiads. Appearance: Milky fair skin, always in minimal, clean clothes. Slight build, innocent features, rarely online. Eyes that read people. POV Sample: > "I’ve mastered the art of fading in the background. But that doesn’t mean I’m weak. I’m just choosing when to burn." --- Female Lead (GL Tie-In) Name: Hana Lee Age: 20 Personality: Bold, sharp-tongued, secretly vulnerable. She was Rivan’s childhood friend turned enemy. Appearance: Long dark hair, fierce eyeliner, always dressed in black. Her eyes seem to hide heartbreak. POV Sample: > "They say girls like me are dangerous. But the real danger is when I stop caring." --- Rivan's Gang (The “Aces”) Kai – Blonde, impulsive, boxer, hides bruises with pride. Minjoon – Hacker, sarcastic, loves chaos. Taeyang – Deep-thinker, poetic, smoker, plays cello at midnight. Yuri (GL character) – Soft but deadly. Her eyes never lie, but her lips do. --- Love Triangle Becomes Multi-Angle: Rivan falls for Arian, but denies it—until obsession consumes him. Hana still has feelings for Rivan, but starts getting drawn to Yuri. Arian is pulled into both—caught in the storm of Rivan’s fire and Hana’s mystery. thank you and I hope you like it
Sakshi_min · 2.1K Views

Beyond The Celestial Veil

Purity a low ranking, clumsy, weak but determined angel suddenly volunteered to fight Abaddon, the 7th prince of hell who was pushed to earth to cause chaos on earth taking souls through deals Reborn but adopted into a family of riches and wealth faced bullying from her family but was favored by the head. Balancing her duties as an angel and the perfect granddaughter, It was purity’s job to take souls to heaven was it was time, both Abaddon and purity crossed paths couple of times but didn’t have any interaction. Roaming countries and countries for centuries Abaddon didn’t mind to purity until one night in an intense fight they were struck by lightning waking up they switched powers. ……………………………………… waking up to a burning sensation on her forehead purity whimpered, rubbing her head which just made the pain worse. looking around she wasn’t in her room, she was enveloped in an atmosphere of dark luxury.the air thick with leather and polished wood. candelabras with black candles cast flickering shadows on the walls adorned with intricate gold patterns. Massive, velvet- upholstered in deep burgundy and ebony wood chaise lounge dominated the space. A grand piano it’s ebony surface polished to mirror sheen sits silently in a corner. The bed which she layed on a grand king sized bed with black silk duvet and matching velvet pillows the wood on the head board was flawlessly carved with designs reminiscent of anique demon seal the bed positioned centrally purity jumped up seeing Abaddon staring at her with rage a halo atop his head his wings white but black in the very end and most importantly the cross tattoo on his wrist. “why are you with my halo?” purity stood on the bed attempting to take it but Abaddon threw her to the vanity table shattering the mirror “what did you do?!” Purity got up bleeding from her side she looked at herself in the shattered glass an upside down cross on her forehead her wings black, purity screamed “what did you do?!” she ran to punching his chest but Abaddon quickly raised her by the neck his grip tightening, purity couldn’t breathe the doors burst open Abaddon immediately dropped purity who gasped for air before looking up her voice still chocked “I can explain”
Bubbles2009 · 8.1K Views

One Collar, Two Masters: Angel mated and claimed by two demons(18+)

!!R18 | Mature | Dark Erotica | Dubious Consent | Submissive MC | Possessive Twins | Court Politics | Pain & Pleasure !! Liam thought he was being blessed. Instead, he was being claimed. On his 18th birthday, he woke up in a golden collar—lying on silk sheets in a see-through dress that clung to his soft skin. His body trembled. His lips parted. His fate pulsed against his throat like a curse he couldn’t remove. He was told it meant love. That he was mated. But fate didn’t give him a soulmate. It gave him two. Not lovers. Demons. Twin brothers. Kings of a realm soaked in power and cruelty. The door creaked open. Maximilian stepped in first—shirtless, silent, his body marked in dark tattoos that crawled like sin across his chest. No smile. No warmth. Just sharp eyes and restrained rage. Then Elijah followed—smirking, robe hanging loose, gaze unapologetically tracing every inch of Liam’s exposed thighs. He didn’t wait. “Lets complete the ritual little angel.” Liam froze. He didn’t speak. He didn’t even know what that means. He was pulled to the edge of the bed like something bought, not bonded—his dress riding up, baring untouched skin to cold air and hotter gazes. And that night… didn’t end in kisses. It ended in voices, tears, and marks. He was supposed to be theirs. But to them? He was an angel no matter how hard they wanted they couldn't trust and angel , not with court plotting everything that's against him. In the palace, he wasn’t a their. He was a question. A threat. A spy. Even his mates didn’t trust him. And yet... somehow, in stolen glances and quiet silences, they made him feel just a little bit special. Just enough to hurt. They wanted his submission. His obedience. His body. For revenge. For power. For pleasure. Liam thought love was part of fate. But fate only delivered him into the arms of his enemies—two demons who never asked what he wanted. Now, trapped between politics and desire, pleasure and pain, he’s left to wonder: "Will they ever love him? Or will they just take him... until there’s nothing left to break?" He was raised to be soft. Now he moans under monsters who only believe in control.
Sugar_Moon_ · 14.2K Views

I Can Copy And Evolve Talents

Across the vast convolution of worlds, divine beings rule as absolute sovereigns—each god assigned dominion over a singular realm. Skirmishes are inevitable, whether for power, amusement, or sheer pettiness. One such battle, between Nexus, the God of Trickery, and an aging, senile deity, resulted in an anomaly… A soul misplaced. Elliot, an ordinary man, was never meant for Ul’Tra-el. But fate, or perhaps a cosmic prank, had other plans. Unlike other worlds, Ul’Tra-el is an aberration—one that developed a voice. A voice that diverged from the natural order. A voice that changed everything. Its foundation cracked, leaking dimensions into one another. Rifts tore open like festering wounds, vomiting forth unspeakable horrors—monsters not meant to exist. But the world did not sit idly by. In response—perhaps an act of self-preservation—the world gifted its inhabitants power. Talents awakened, granting people extraordinary abilities. And for every rift sealed, the Voice of Ul rewarded them generously. Survival was simple: fight, grow stronger, and close the rifts… or die trying. In this ruthless, blood-soaked reality, Northern—a white-haired boy burdened by his past life—was reincarnated. But unlike the chosen heroes, he awakened as a talentless nobody. No power. No strength. No future. And when death loomed over him—when despair clawed at his soul and the cold grip of the failure threatened to take him— A Voice responded: [System Notice] [Your Soul cannot take a form.] [Searching for a Unique Pattern Ability…] [Searching…] [Search Found.] [A Unique System Ability has been detected.] [You Can Copy And Evolve Talents] ... Follow Northern through his journey as he becomes the pinnacle of this world. This a story about a white-haired boy’s rise from rubbles!! Note: This is an overpower genre but MC does not just start off like that. Even though MC can copy talents he doesn't just jump around copying talents because there's a limitation. However, his rise to strength is depicted and is an experience to enjoy. The first few hundreds would be frustrating to follow because MC is weak but that makes the experience all the more interesting when MC finally gets freaking strong and starts wiping the floor with everyones asses.
RighteousFilth · 3.8M Views

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION

Kyoline Diego was born of blood, betrayal, and gunfire. Born of a Respectable Made Man, a child who frightened a few but was cherished by all. Her world was destroyed the day her father was assassinated and her family left for dead. Eighteen and jaded now, Kyoline makes friends with bartending shifts, gun-running, and caring for the siblings nobody else will. Love is not on the agenda—survival is. But there's Tenz Jersey, her mafia beau, all tattoos and broken vows, who kisses like sin and lies like the bible. He gives her protection, passion, and anarchy in equal measure. She tells herself he's enough, that he's the only one capable of making the threat feel like home. Until Isaac. Cold. Deadly. Unapologetically deadly. He grabs her and stuffs her into a black SUV, and claims to be a cop, and whisks her off into a game of questioning, control, and cannoli. Only Isaac's not NYPD—he's the mafia's best hitman. And he's staring at her way too hard. He notices what others do not—her quick wit, her raw edges, the fire she keeps hidden under her golden dresses and guarded smiles. He is not trying to save her. He wishes to see how far she will go to save herself. Now Kyoline is caught between two men who both report to the same violent underworld—and both want her for different reasons. One wants to cage her up. The other wants to burn her alive. But the mafia doesn't believe in love. The mafia believes in loyalty. And Kyoline's loyalty might cost her everything—her heart, her freedom, and maybe even her life. In a world where love is poison and trust is a weapon, one girl must decide if she's a pawn in their game… or the queen who burns their kingdom to ashes.
Daniel_Frank_2299 · 10.2K Views
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