Mourns Traduction

The first princess of the Cristiane Empire, Evelyn de P. la Cristiane, was a name that stirred whispers in every hall and alley of the empire—not out of admiration, but ridicule. Arrogant. Willful. Selfish. Those were the kinder words used to describe her. She shrieked at her maids for the smallest mistakes. She tore silk gowns just because she didn't like the shade. She ordered her meals to be thrown away simply because they weren’t “imperial enough.” Those who served her walked on eggshells, trembling with fear each day they woke up still assigned to the infamous Black Rose Palace. Black Rose—gilded on the outside, rotting on the inside. The palace farthest from the Imperial Heart, where warmth never reached, neither sunlight nor affection. It was where Evelyn was abandoned. The Empress had never even looked at her child. No one knew why. Throughout the empire, she was mocked and pitied. They called her "The Abandoned Princess," "The Unlucky Princess," and "The Powerless Princess." She was the object of ridicule across the empire. A royal in name only. And then one day, Evelyn tumbled down the grand staircase of her own neglected palace. A hard fall. A week-long sleep. Some thought it divine punishment, others, a mercy. But when she awoke, something was… different. The palace changed. No. Not the place. The princess. No tantrums. No smashed porcelain. No orders barked in fury. The princess who had terrorized her staff now sat quietly in her chamber, gazing out at the overgrown garden as if mourning something invisible. She sighed a lot. Didn’t speak unless spoken to—and even then, her words were slow, careful, small. She frightened her maids now, not with cruelty, but with calm. The truth was something no one could have imagined. Because the real Evelyn de P. la Cristiane was gone. In her place sat a girl with thousands of years behind her. A girl who remembered. --- She was an infinite reincarnator. Each life, each era, each world—forgotten the moment she died. Until now. The fall down the stairs had been just the right push. It shattered something open. And when Evelyn woke, she remembered everything—her countless pasts, the wars she had fought, the crowns she had worn, the magic she had wielded. --- But later, she realizes that she is actually being reincarnated into a reverse harem novel's world for thousands of years. A trashy reverse harem novel she read don't know how many years ago. A pretty setting, dramatic plots, an overly righteous heroine—and a pile of desperate male leads. Ugh. Evelyn didn’t care. Let the story play out as it wanted. Let the heroine win their hearts. Let the villains fall. She just wanted peace. Solitude. Maybe a quiet death this time. But fate, of course, laughed. --- At first, it was harmless. Soon, however, she began attracting unwanted attention. Men who were supposed to fall for the novel’s heroine began showing interest in her instead. At first, she ignored it. But as more and more of them appeared around her, even Evelyn started to feel uneasy. The heir to the Grand Duke. The captain of the Shadow Knights. The future master of the Mage Tower. The prince of a desert kingdom. A mysterious, wealthy merchant. The prince of the Elves. And it didn’t stop there. Men she didn’t even remember from the novel. Courtiers. Foreign envoys. One particularly daring priest. Even a villain character she vaguely remembered killing someone in chapter 23. They were all suddenly—unreasonably—interested. --- Evelyn: "Logically speaking, I’m far older than your ancestor’s ancestor. So could you all just go away already?" She rubbed her temple, clearly irritated. Evelyn: "I’m already tired of this whole reincarnation mess. Don’t make me remember anyone’s name—I barely remember my own."

On the day of her birth, Liora Shun was cursed by her mother, Morgana, a powerful and vain sorceress desperate to prevent a dark prophecy. The curse ensured that Liora would never age past 25, would never know true love, and would never bear a child. Because the prophecy foretold that Liora’s light would outshine her mother’s magic, and that the man who truly loved her would destroy Morgana. On the night of her engagement to billionaire heir Callum Jay, masked gunmen stormed the celebration. Liora was shot and killed in front of 500 guests. The world mourned, but the true mystery began when her body vanished from the morgue without a trace..

``` « Même si cet univers n'est vraiment rien de plus qu'une forêt brutale, sanglante, ombragée, nous les Cultivateurs brûlerons tout ce que nous possédons juste pour produire une faible étincelle vacillante dans les ténèbres ! « Peu importe la faiblesse de chaque étincelle, sa brièveté, sa petitesse… Tant que les étincelles affluent sans relâche, alors un jour, l'une d'entre elles allumera un peu d'amadou, et cet amadou enflammera des branches tombées, et ces branches embraseront chaque arbre de la forêt jusqu'au dernier ! « Au final, même les plus petites étincelles finiront par mettre le feu à la forêt ombragée et illumineront le monde entier ! » ------ ** Qidian International et l'ancien traducteur, M. Strivon, ont trouvé un accord pour racheter les chapitres et les héberger sur notre site. Nous continuerons la traduction à partir du dernier chapitre traduit par M. Strivon ** ```

Year 2035, Humanity fall with the suddenly fall with the sudden emergance of Gates all around, connecting Earth with the Null World. Humanity tried it's best to fight back but the Nine horrors of null world were too much for Humans as they lost earth to null monsters before they went into hiding in Specially made cities during the 5 year long war. 100 years later, on the Flying City, Pegasus, an unusual murder take place. . . . "Happy birthday, Aura." I muttered, just loud enough for no one to hear except me. Then came that voice again. Whispering in my mind like it always do, "You don't belong here." It said in my mind as I smirked without opening my eyes. "I know," I said back to in my mind, "and neither do they." I said looking at each and everyone here... That's right. I didn't come to mourn either for my parents death. I came to watch the masks that can fall one day, how these people changes. Because they would. They always do. Oh, and I came here to celebrate too, after all, it's my birthday, they best one as far as I could remember over the last decade, if I have to say so. After all, i might be the happiest person on earth right now, because the one who killed my parents, was Me. . . . The cover pic doesn't belong to me. . . . Plz add to your library. . . . English is not my first launguage so plz do tell me if I mess up. . Chapter length is small in the beginning but it will make it 1.5k per chapter from prolly 20, do give it a try till then.

What if you spent your whole life preparing to live and only to find out you're about to die? On Valentine’s Day, Jeena wasn't chasing love. She was chasing her dreams, her future and waiting for her results. But what awaited her wasn't a celebration… it was a diagnosis. A deadly heart condition. A countdown of sixty days. No cure. No chance. No escape. Born in a remote Himalayan village with a heart too small to be saved, Jeena had already defied the odds by surviving this long. The very miracle that let her exist in this world for that long, is going to be the reason for her end. But now, with time slipping through her fingers, she realizes… she’s never truly lived. So instead of mourning, she decides to chase something else...-memories. The kind that might flash before her eyes in her last seven minutes. When she completely accepts the fact and gets ready to die meaningfully and happily, her fate entangled with the hope that someone other was carrying for her to live. She didn't understand what is it for the love to knock on her heart which is already going to fail. This is not just a love story but a survival story. It’s a story of rebellion against death, of stolen time, and of a girl trying to make life remember her... even if she won't remember it. [l would love hearing from my readers and welcome all your feedback either good, bad, beautiful, or brutally honest. Connect with me: On IG: @rewritingher -MaEthIly (https://www.instagram.com/_rewritingher?igsh=MWxuZW84MXUyMW9vMA==)]

Jason sank to his knees as smoke swallowed the sky, the color of it an angry crimson, like the world itself was bleeding. The house before him, her house, collapsed in slow motion, boards shrieking and crumbling as if mourning their own destruction. His chest caved with a ragged sob, the kind that seemed to come from somewhere deeper than his lungs, deeper even than his body. Everything around him blurred—faces, sirens, flames—until all that remained was the ash. He should have looked away. Should have closed his eyes. But he didn't. He couldn't. The paramedics moved solemnly through the smoke, their silhouettes stark against the firelit haze. The stretchers were draped in white sheets—too still, too final. He counted them without meaning to. One... two... three. Jason didn't flinch. His heart was hollowed out, like something had been carved from within him with a hot blade. It should've been him. Not Selena. "No," he whispered hoarsely, his voice splintering. "No, it can't be." He stumbled backward, eyes wide, brain refusing to bridge the gap between what he saw and what he believed. Reality came in slow waves, each one more unbearable than the last. And then he was moving, sprinting toward the stretchers with a desperate, raw urgency. A rescuer with no one left to save. "Selena," he choked, reaching trembling hands toward the nearest form. The heat of the fire still lingered in the air, as if the world itself was scorched. He lifted the sheet with shaking fingers. What stared back at him was no longer her face—just blackened skin, unrecognizable. His mind rejected it. It can't be her. It isn't.

Kael Anderson lost his future mate and luna, Stephanie, during a rogue attack. Stephanie's death left his entire pack in mourning; her death anniversary was even declared a pack holiday. Five years later, Kael discovers that Stephanie's younger sister Astrid is his mate. But how can that be? Wasn't Stephanie supposed to be his mate? And would his pack even accept Astrid as his mate and Luna-many have always blamed Astrid for Stephanie's death, because Stephanie died trying to save Astrid. For her part, Astrid has lived in the shadow of her beautiful older sister for years. She knows very well that pack members and her parents wish that it was Astrid that died that day instead of Stephanie. Astrid had looked forward to the day that she would meet her mate and finally feel important to someone. Discovering that her mate is Kael is Astrid's worst nightmare, especially when Kael reacts poorly to the discovery. Astrid decides that she is unwilling to live in Stephanie's shadow any longer. She will not spend the rest of her life with a mate who wishes she was someone else. She rejects Kael, who all too quickly accepts the rejection. Soon afterwards, horrifying truths come out and Kael immediately regrets letting Astrid go. He sets out to get Astrid back and right the wrongs that have been done. But is it too late? Will Astrid find love with Kael, or with someone else?

In a world ravaged by monstrous creatures emerging from mysterious portals known as Caves, humanity faces one of the most devastating raids in history. As Caves begin appearing across the globe, unleashing chaos, all available hunters are dispatched to contain the threat. One elite guild becomes trapped inside a high-level Cave with no reinforcements in sight—except for one man: Maximus Knight, widely known as the weakest of all awakened hunters. Desperate, the Hunters Association reluctantly sends Maximus on what seems like a suicide mission. Against all odds, he succeeds in rescuing the elite hunters—but dies in the process. No statues were raised. No one mourned him. He was forgotten. Years later, Maximus awakens in the body of his 16-year-old self, reborn into a changed world. But something is different this time—he's been chosen by a mysterious and powerful system, one unlike anything the world has seen. A system that calls him its Player. The world has moved on without him. A new generation of hunters is being trained at Bladelight Academy, named after the hero believed to have saved the world during that fateful raid. Now, Maximus returns—not as the weak hunter he once was, but as something else entirely. As he navigates the academy, makes new allies and enemies, and uncovers the truth behind his death and rebirth, he begins to realize… He’s no longer playing by the world’s rules. The system is shaping him into a force no one is prepared for.

"All untainted paths lead to the one truth." — A kind man named Malik died a ridiculous death. His soul was ripped out of the flow and shoved into the body of some cliché "Villain" in a faraway land... One that had already reached the end of their story. He had ten days before his public execution concluded. This Villain—well, Malik—used to be a Beggar. One that grew into a Magi, then a Seeker, then a Professor, and then... A Sultan. The one ruler of the entire world. Now? He was stuck facing the very people he loved, ready to pay for all the “evil” he had done. Fate seemed hellbent on ending him no matter where he went. But just as he was about to give up... {Would you like to witness your real history, your Path?} A Script appeared before his mind’s eye. {Would you like to make it past your Promised Day?} {Would you like to become a True King?} {If so, repeat after me…} It gave him one word—ancient, powerful, and clear. “BASSORĀH!” Many paths came together. Then, a projection appeared. And it began to display... his memories? — This is a story about suffering. Regret. Anger. And forgiveness. {Volume One, Remember Me: Complete} {Volume Two, For Whom The Bell Tolls: Complete} {Volume Three, When the Sparrow Falls: Complete} {Volume Four, I Saw A Dream: Complete} {Volume Five, Second Sun: Complete} {Volume Six, The Deprived Movement: Ongoing} Extra Tags: Drama. Reaction. Misunderstanding. Transmigration. Time Travel. Uncringed Title: I Won't Forgive You.

When Julia Harrow arrives at Blackwood Hall after the sudden death of her cousin, she expects mourning, a will, and polite condolences. But from the moment she steps through the iron gates, nothing feels right. The house is too quiet. The air too thick. And the man who now owns it—Alistair Blackwood—is as devastating as he is unreadable. Secrets pulse behind every locked door. Shadows move when no one is near. And the scent of her cousin still lingers in the halls, clinging like a warning. Drawn into a world of velvet lies and dangerous charm, Julia begins to lose time, lose trust, lose herself. Dreams bleed into reality. Passion turns to poison. And as desire tangles with dread, one question haunts her every breath: Did she come here by choice… or was she summoned? The Portrait of Lady Marian is a lush, slow-burning descent into madness, obsession, and a love story that should never have happened. Sinister, sensual, and dripping in dread, this is not a tale you read— it’s one you survive.

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In the streets of Nairobi Kenya, blood stains more than just pavement,it stains the very flag that once promised freedom. When 17-year-old Achieng is gunned down during a peaceful protest, the city erupts. What begins as mourning becomes a movement,led by a generation that refuses to be silenced. Told through the eyes of survivors, siblings, rebels, and dreamers, Blood on the Flag is a raw, poetic journey through grief, courage, and revolution in a nation cracking under injustice. They tried to silence us... but we bled loud.

In a world shaped by moonlight and fate, sixteen-year-old Eila receives her wolf—and with it, the rare power to heal others without touch and glimpse into the future through haunting dreams. But unlike her peers, she doesn’t find her fated mate same day as her wolf. Days pass. Weeks. Then, the unthinkable happens. She is claimed—by not one, but three of the most powerful males in the Moon Treasure Pack. Zois and Lukas Baldwin—silver-haired, cold-eyed twins who command attention without a word—have always been the center of admiration. Handsome beyond reason and untouchable by all. Until Eila. Then there’s Leonard Blackwell, Beta of the pack, dark-haired, icy-eyed, older, and far more dangerous. Rumored to be heartless, he is anything but when it comes to Eila. Tension crackles in every glance, every touch. From the moment Zois kisses the back of her hand in the moonlit woods, to when Lukas pins her during combat training just to test her limits. And Leonard—he doesn’t ask for permission when he corners her in the library, his voice low as he claims, “You are mine, Eila. Don’t ever doubt it.” As the pack mourns after a brutal rogue attack and Eila’s family teeters on the edge of ruin, she rises—leading her siblings, helping the wounded, and awakening power she never knew she possessed. Her nights are filled with strange dreams of ancient entities breathing in the darkness, and her days, with stolen moments between her and the three mates she never asked for. But love comes with a price. Secrets stir. War looms. And the Moon Goddess’s plan for Eila is just beginning. “Eila and Her Three Mates” is a gripping, sensual, dark fantasy romance where destiny tangles with desire, and a girl must find her strength in a world built for men. Perfect for fans of fated mates, twisted love triangles, and slow-burn magic that simmers until it ignites.

Maliah "Mali" Manghini never wanted to be the good daughter. She was the firebrand, the rebel, the one who refused to be tamed — not by her family name, not by society, and certainly not by love. Surrounded by fiercely protective brothers, a complicated marriage to the enigmatic Ed Crosse, Mali slowly pulls at threads that unravel who killed her parents. What begins as mourning slowly curdles into something darker — revenge. But revenge comes at a cost. Loyalties will be tested, lovers will be betrayed, and blood ties will either bind them together or drown them all.

Something strange is happening in the world. “As all of you can see, the current situation here has gotten so out of control—” “It is so hard to believe that the world’s most prominent and successful pharmaceutical and biotechnology company has gotten attacked by terrorists—" All the news channels talked about nothing but strange murders taking place all around. Internet was flooded with all types of talks about the incidents going on. Many were dying, many were on the verge of death, many were sad and many cried in sorrow and mourn. The scent of death lingered in the air. Everything changed since that incident. The infamous incident of the 'Bloody Night', of which the cause remain unknown till now. Unknown atleast to public. The being responsible for all this mess and up-rest between everyone— Shrouded in shadows of mystery, thought to himself a genuine question; ‘How can humans be so cruel.’ While looking at the mess of blooded bodies piled up everywhere around him. ‘Are they any different from the evil brings they call ‘Demons’? No. They are the evil and savage ‘Demons’ themselves. Being determined to take his revenge, he marched on his journey to avenge his loved ones and to seek answers of all the mysteries that resolved around him. #Projecctone #Overpoweredmc #Drama #Action #Romance #Sci-fi #R-18 #Supernatural #Urban #Dark #Mystery #Horror #Werewolf #Vampire #Zombies #Present #Past #Future *Disclaimer:- THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION AND HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH REALITY AS SUCH PLEASE ENJOY THIS STORY THINKING OF IT AS A NORMAL FAIRY TALE OR FANTASY STORY. Thank you. Support me :) Follow me on my social media for any update regarding my novels and any other content: Instagram:- @wandering_existence_ X (Formerly known as 'Twitter'):- @Asur_26

To her, he was her beacon of hope, her light in the darkness, the only joy amidst her sorrow. Yes, she loved him. And he loved her. At least that was what she believed. Until he chose another woman to be his equal, his partner, his wife. Her sister.She left. She left her hope, her joy, her light, her 'him'.Their shared past now a distant memory. He panicked for the first time.Years later, he saw her.A new identity. Face scarred and body covered with tattoos. A bodyguard of the handsome billionaire CEO, the most desired bachelor. However, the passionate eyes of the most desired man was always trained on his ugly little bodyguard, his little flame, his little blade.Fierce jealousy and unwillingness engulfed his being as he watched the two coldly, his burning rage and pain smothering him.She appeared more sharper, more colder, more distant. Her gaze no longer seeks for him, no longer beheld him, no longer noticed him. She was no longer his 'her'. A sharp pain tinged his chest as his heart mourned the loss of its owner.Three hearts, two beating, one frozen.

In a war-torn empire where power corrupts absolutely, seven broken warlords branded as monsters must defy their past to forge a future worth redeeming. Once feared as "The Ghost Tigers"—Zhang Wei’s brutal enforcers—Kalima Chileshe (Hellfire Incarnate), John Mwanabeti (The Golden Fist), and their brothers-in-arms unleashed devastation across the Jade Expanse. Kalima’s flames razed villages. Chisangalalo Zulu’s breath poisoned rivers. Vincent Kabonde twisted flesh into abominations. But when the warlord they served turns their affinities against their own families, they shatter their chains, becoming hunted outcasts with blood on their hands and empires on their trail. Haunted by the ashes of Frost Moon Province—a genocide Kalima can never undo—the Ghost Tigers are consumed by a desperate chase: to escape their sins, control their cursed gifts, and find a peace that feels forever out of reach. Their only anchors are the love of spouses they were forced to abandon: - Kalima’s healer wife, Mei Lin, whose faith in his humanity is fading. - John’s fierce swordsmith wife, **Hana, imprisoned for defying Zhang Wei. - Zulu’s herbalist wife, **Lihua**, dying from the toxins he once weaponized. Their quest leads them to the **"Breath of Heaven"**—an ancient philosophy teaching control over their destructive affinities. With this fragile hope, they unite with rebels and clans to build **"The Sanctuary"** in the poisoned Mourning Moss Swamp, transforming their powers into tools of healing: - Kalima’s fire now warms forges. - Zulu’s breath purifies blighted land. - Vincent’s bone-warping mends wounds. But Zhang Wei’s vengeance is relentless. He creates monstrous Serpent’s Teeth" soldiers and poisons the empire’s wells, blaming the Ghost Tigers. Facing annihilation, they make a final stand—not with fire and fury, but with irrefutable truth. Risking everything, they expose Zhang Wei’s atrocities to the Imperial Court, culminating in a celestial aurora over the capital—a beacon of their restraint and redemption. In the aftermath, the Ghost Tigers achieve the impossible: Reunite with their spouses against all odds. Cleanse the land they once poisoned. Build a sanctuary where affinity-bearers and refugees find hope. Force the empire to acknowledge their humanity. Years later, the Ghost Tigers stand not as warlords or monsters, but as guardians of the Sanctuary—a thriving city born from ashes. Kalima and Mei Lin heal beneath blossom trees where infernos once roared. John and Hana teach children to forge swords into plowshares. Vincent and Jia mend broken bones and broken pasts. Their scars remain, but their measure is finally taken in lives saved, not lives erased. "We chased shadows... and found our light not in hiding, but in building this." — Kalima Chileshe, Sanctuary Dawn

Long ago, in the sacred realm of Atlantis, a great sorrow befell the land. The Queen Mother, Sophia Alyroniel, protector of the Crystal Heart and the soul of Atlantis, sacrificed herself to shield the kingdom from a looming darkness. In her selfless act, the skies grew dim, the oceans wept, and the hearts of the people fell into mourning. Grief consumed Atlantis, and its people believed that without Alyroniel, they could never heal. The elders, in their desperation, turned to an ancient prophecy long whispered among the stars. "When the Aquarian Star rises from the depths of despair, she shall rekindle the flame of Atlantis. Through her light, the tides shall turn, and the broken land shall thrive once more." Summoning women born under the sign of Aquarius from realms unknown, the elders organized a grand contest, known as The Trials of the Tides. The challenges were not only of strength but also of heart, courage, and wisdom. From these trials emerged a single soul, one who bore the resilience of the stars themselves. Through every challenge, she proved her worth, and upon completing the trials, she was crowned the Aquarian Star, the chosen one foretold to restore balance to Atlantis. With her ascension, the Crystal Heartbeat once more, and the waters of Atlantis began to flow with life. The kingdom, once shrouded in grief, blossomed again. The tale of Alyroniel, the queen who sacrificed all to save her people, continues to echo through time, a testament to the power of resilience, hope, and the light that rises from even the deepest shadows. ---

A Novel of Brotherhood, Betrayal, and Beasts Born of Grief In a kingdom cloaked in ash and sorrow, two brothers were once inseparable. Then the Mourning Wyrm came. Ruzon Altheryn was only fifteen when his world burned—his home destroyed, his mother taken by a monstrous creature born from flame and shadow. Thought lost, he was raised by the Hollow Flame, a secretive order sworn to hunt soulbound beasts. Veyrion Altheryn, heir and sword to the realm, joined the Magelords—the very empire that twisted their mother’s magic into myth and terror. Two years later, the brothers are enemies on paper—but haunted allies in truth. When a young girl is marked by the same ancient curse that claimed their family, Ruzon must confront the Wyrm and the dark truth it hides. Veyrion must choose between obedience and blood. But the Mourning Wyrm is no mindless monster. It remembers. And so does she.

In the depths of a primeval forest, where ancient trees twisted towards the sky like skeletal fingers, their gnarled branches tangled in a canopy of darkness. An impenetrable darkness, an unearthly silence reigned like a velvet cloak, gently suffocating all that breathed, trembled, or stirred within its grasp, like a psychopath predator. The air was heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, and the only sound was the soft, mournful rustle of leaves, as a chorus of whispers, shrouding the landscape in an eternal, spine-tingling twilight. The darkness suddenly trembled, a slow, bone-chilling glow began to seep from the shadows, casting an ethereal luminescence across the forest floor. The soft, pulsing light grew in intensity, illuminating the source of the glow; a girl with a kind of beauty that transcended the natural, whose presence seemed to command the very air around her. Her eyes, akin to a pair of golden flames, burned with an inner fire, and her hair shimmered with an otherworldly radiance, each flowing strand crackling with raw energy, as if the moon itself had descended to earth. Yet, despite her captivating beauty, an aura of terrifying power emanated from her being, making the trees seem to shudder and the shadows recoil in fear. .... In a world where the natural and supernatural coexist, One of the kingdoms ruled by humans, Eldoria, stood as a beacon of ultimate power and magic. Ruled by its charming and wise King, King Aaron. The kingdom is a delicate balance of human and supernatural forces, for the king's four wives—a vampire, a werewolf, a witch, and a human—add to the complexity of its politics. Brittany, the last child of King Aaron, is a kind-hearted and gentle soul. Despite being half-sister to eight powerful siblings, each possessing extraordinary abilities. She seems to lack the one thing that would make her truly special. Her enchanting amber-bluish hazel eyes and long silky brunette hair set her apart from her siblings' striking appearance. Constantly bullied by her sisters, Brittany's world is one of fear and uncertainty. But Brittany's life is about to take a drastic turn. The original facade of her life shattered on a single pivotal day. She begins to undergo transformations, signaling the emergence of powers she never knew she possessed. The air around her crackles with transcendenal electricity, and her senses come alive with an otherworldly intensity. When darkness arises, threatening the kingdom, could her newfound strength becomes the key to their survival or will history repeat itself? She must navigate a treacherous path, facing malevolent forces, uncovering hidden truths about her heritage; every step is a battle for survival. But will she be able to control the primal power rising within her, or will it consume her and her loved ones completely? ««« This book is divided into certain series including; -Burns Eternal. -Bounded by Flames. - Flames From The Past. »»» This is a book I write in my spare time, so expect limited uploads. As always, the author is open to hear your thoughts, so do not forget to vote and leave your sincere reviews. Midsummer07.

They warned no one should enter Graven Hollow after dark. Isla Blackthorn didn’t listen. Still mourning the sudden death of her mother, twenty-four-year-old Isla returns to the fog-covered town of Ashmill to claim the estate she never wanted—Graven Hollow, a cursed Blackthorn legacy veiled in whispers and ancient warnings. But the moment she crosses its threshold, something awakens. Haunted by dreams and stalked by shadows, Isla discovers a sealed crypt beneath the house—and breaks an ancient blood-bound sigil that was never meant to be touched. In doing so, she frees Rael, a powerful and otherworldly being once worshipped as a prince, feared as a demon, and betrayed by the very family who summoned him. Bound for centuries beneath stone and spellwork, Rael emerges... drawn irresistibly to Isla. But Rael’s freedom comes at a devastating cost. In breaking the seal, Isla also unleashes The Marrow-Born, three unholy priests cursed to hunt the soul that awakened Rael. Their eyes are fixed on Isla. Their whispers bleed through mirrors. And they know her secret. Because Isla is no ordinary woman. She is the last of the Blackthorns—a bloodline of witches cursed by their own ambition. But within Isla lies a far deeper truth: the soul of Nahara, a woman from Rael’s past who once loved him... and doomed them both. Half light, half shadow—Isla is both a white witch of healing and a vessel for devastating darkness. As her powers begin to manifest—violent and uncontrollable—Isla must navigate a terrifying inheritance, a forgotten love, and a war between realms. While enemies gather and visions from past lives unravel before her eyes, the bond between Isla and Rael grows stronger... and more dangerous. He was bound by a vow. She was born of prophecy. And now, the Hollow demands a price. Will Isla become the Bride of the Bound One to fulfill the ancient pact? Or will the darkness within her consume them all?

Kael,born to be a means for his mother to gain the kings attention.Raised in silence and trained to obey,meant to live in the shadows.They pushed him further and further until he finally broke.He vanished without a trace.No one ever asked.The kingdom never mourned. A year later he returns.Changed ,silent ,cold ,uncaring and a dangerous power lurking beneath the light of his eyes. Lyra,the forgotten princess ,born for the throne but scorned to uselessness.No one cared when she was targeted by a sea witch. Until the witch cursed the kingdom through her. Then they cared,,enough to blame her.Banished to the land of humans ,to lurk within the shores, always singing to the tides. Now, in a cruel twist of politics,the palace has arranged their marriage. The castaways bound together in a match meant to silence them both.But the tide doesn't forget. And neither do they. But somewhere along the way love changed everything.

A thousand years ago, the God of War fell in love with the Fox Clan's Lady—Qing Yue, a nine-tailed spirit of unmatched beauty and power. But betrayal shattered their love. Qing Yue died believing he was the one who betrayed her. Now reborn as Li Hua, she returns to the Celestial Palace in secret, disguised as a servant. Her goal: revenge. But the past hides darker truths. The Moon Goddess conspires. The Demon God’s seal weakens. And the man she vowed to hate still mourns her. When love and vengeance collide, will the truth be enough to save the realms—or will it destroy them both?

When love turned to tragedy and a whispered vow shattered on blood-stained rooftops, she could have let the darkness consume her. But death brought neither peace nor an escape from the betrayal that tore her world apart. Now, lingering between realms, her presence is no longer bound by the frailty of life. As a spectral force of rage and sorrow, her wailing cries pierce the night, carrying the chill of a curse that can’t be silenced. Those who hear the banshee’s call know that vengeance is near, and her killer’s days are numbered. For she is more than a ghost—she is the wrathful bride, haunting his every step, promising retribution with every mournful cry that echoes from beyond the veil.

He was a powerful entertainment tycoon—betrayed, discarded, and left to die. She was a stuntwoman no one noticed... until she was the only one who mourned him. Now reborn with a system and a second chance, Shen Rui returns—not to reclaim the empire he lost, but to protect the woman who once stood at his forgotten funeral with a single lily. When he meets her again, she’s desperate, cornered, and clinging to a final chance: “Three months. A clean background. A marriage certificate. No strings.” He agrees instantly. What she doesn’t know—he’s already loved her once. And this time, he’ll rebuild her future from behind the curtain, funding her roles, guiding her path, shielding her from the spotlight's harshest glare. All while she rises. All while the world begins to see her shine. But will she ever see the man behind the lens—the one who's silently rewritten her fate?

In a fractured multiverse where ancient bloodlines rule hidden empires of impossible wealth, one young man’s fate is about to ignite a war that spans worlds. Eryndor Kael, a sharp-witted survivor from a ruined city, stumbles upon an artifact of unspeakable power the Astra Mourn, a sentient crystal that bonds with his very soul. Its whispers promise realms beyond imagining and riches that could buy gods, but also shatter the balance of the known universes. Hunted by cloaked assassins of secret dynasties and watched by councils whose coffers overflow with gold stolen from entire planets, Eryndor finds his only refuge in the arms of Seris Amara, a fierce princess of a hidden royal lineage who might hold both the key to his salvation and the dagger to his heart. Together, they are drawn into a labyrinth of floating cities made of sapphire, deserts where spirits trade futures for breath, and courts where jeweled masks hide conspiracies older than time. With every realm Eryndor conquers, new mysteries unfurl and new enemies rise to tear him and Seris apart. Yet destiny is not merely to sit upon a throne of emerald and shadow. A darker truth beckons: The Astra Mourn did not choose him to rule it chose him to remake the very fabric of creation. Will love endure when kingdoms crumble and reality itself begins to break? Or will Eryndor’s thirst for answers and the power to protect those he loves unleash a cataclysm that no realm can survive?

After the sound of a clock ringing and the sound of mourning. The boy couldn't understand why, his sister was kicked out of the show bussnise. Armed with his trusted friend Renold he set of to found out the truth behind the Golden Geese Talent show. But then he was faced with trouble: threatening letters came and to top it all of someone asked him. 'Do you realy know the truth.'

The stars are dead. The sky is empty. And Rain? He’s the last goddamn nightmare standing. A city broken by pain and shadow is his hunting ground — a place where mercy died long ago. When an ancient power tears through his soul, he becomes a Star Bearer, a reluctant weapon against an unstoppable darkness called Mourn. No salvation comes easy. No light comes without scars. With only the cryptic Moon Person and Dawn’s fierce loyalty at his side, Rain must fight a war in the cosmos — and inside himself. The question isn’t if he’ll break… it’s how far he’ll fall before he rises.

In a world obsessed with trends and algorithms, Selvara Ailendra is just another TikTok influencer—until one morning, her car starts driving itself, nearly killing her during a livestream. She’s saved by a mysterious man with silver hair and shadowed eyes: Kaelen Vireux, a rogue guardian from the digital underworld known as Vertex—a secret dimension hidden inside global social media platforms. Kaelen tells her the impossible truth: Selvara carries the Star Key, an encrypted code hidden in her DNA, capable of unlocking Vertex-01, the origin of all algorithmic power. That makes her the most wanted data source in the world. Now hunted by a ruthless technosorcerer named Rhazeth Mourn, and watched by billions through her own viral feed, Selvara is forced to leave her normal life behind and enter a war she never asked for. Guided by Kaelen and joined by elite digital warriors like Velsha Draeven, Selvara must decode her legacy, master her hidden power, and choose: To remain a puppet of popularity— Or become the key to rewriting the fate of reality.

They say long ago, Bathala and the other gods walked the archipelago. Not in temples. Not in dreams. But on the soil, barefoot, bloodstained, breathing. They ruled not with mercy, but with memory. Each river bore their voice. Each mountain, their wrath. Offerings were made. Oaths were broken. Kingdoms rose and rotted in their name. Then came the silence. A silence too heavy, too sudden. Like a scream swallowed by the sea. The old names were buried. The sigils burned. And the gods... forgotten. But the islands remember. Beneath the fields, something still breathes. In the farthest provinces where the stars shine brightest, the old blood still stirs. Children vanish on moonless nights. Creatures crawl from the mangroves with bone in their teeth. And in the silence between lightning and thunder, some swear they hear voices. Ancient, mournful, waiting to be worshipped again. And on nights when the stars vanish, the old blood rises again. Maybe the gods never left. Gone, they are not, but only hidden behind the faces of men. Written by: Cadlaon Copyrights2025