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Eclipsed By Fate

Eclipsed by fate Who remembers the ruin of a god? Who dares to chase what was never meant to be found? Noor—an enigma draped in silk, a storm without thunder, a shadow that bends the world yet leaves no trace of its touch. She is whispered of in corridors where power is traded like currency, yet no man holds her name, no past binds her, no hand dares to reach. She walks unclaimed, unseen, forgotten by design. But some things refuse to be buried. Some ghosts never rest. Sanlang, a man cast in golden light, sculpted into perfection, a deity in the eyes of the world—and yet hollow. Beneath the applause, beneath the worship, something stirs. It begins as whispers in the dark, fragments of a life he does not remember, a truth that gnaws at the edges of his mind. A gavel’s fall. A price too steep. Shackles too fine for a king. And in the abyss of his lost memories, she stands. Watching. Waiting. Who is she? A dream? A curse? Or the key to a something that should have remained untouched? He chases her like a man chasing the sun, believing himself the hunter. He is wrong. She does not run. She does not fear. She does not need to hide, for she knows—should he tread too far, should he step beyond the veil—he will find not salvation, not love, but the remnants of a god unmade. He who was never meant to remember. But now that he does, the only question that remains is this: Will Noor let him live with the truth? Or will she erase him as she did herself?
Nephthys_Selene · 1M Views

Magi of Sinlung [ GameLit Political Fantasy]

Magi of Sinlung Larin was just another apprentice magi, content with the quiet pursuit of knowledge—until war shattered his world. The Kirat Empire, an iron-fisted colossus, has long trampled Xiaxo under its boot, but their rule has fractured. As rebellion brews and ancient forces stir, Larin finds himself at the heart of a conflict far greater than he ever imagined. The magic of Sinlung, the breath of the land itself, is awakening. Beings older than recorded history—Primordial entities, Guardian Beasts, and cosmic civilizations lurking beyond the stars—have begun to make their moves. Some see humanity as pawns, others as tools, and a few as something more. But the wars of gods and conquerors will not wait for one young magi to catch up. Resistance is inevitable. Betrayal is certain. Survival is not. Larin must wield every scrap of knowledge, power, and cunning to carve a path forward. From the battlefields of Xiaxo to the depths of forgotten ruins, from the councils of war to the whispers of cosmic magi, he will face blood, sacrifice, and impossible truths. The world is shifting, and with it, the nature of magic itself. Will he remain a mere student of the arcane, or will he forge himself into something greater? What to Expect: In-depth and immersive worldbuilding – Traditions, cultures, and histories woven into a living world. Grand-scale civilizations – Empires, resistance forces, and cosmic hierarchies, each with their own agendas. A clash of ideologies – What does it mean to rule? To resist? To be free? Philosophical and moral complexity – No easy answers, only difficult choices. Slow-burn grimdark progression – A mix of slice-of-life, political intrigue, and brutal reality. A layered magic system – Sinlung Arts, ancient philosophies, and the unraveling secrets of existence. GameLit elements – Structured progression, world mechanics, and a system beyond mere stats. Updates M/W/F
Chwang · 28.3K Views

The Corrupted Creed

In a multiverse forsaken by God, countless worlds teeter on the brink of chaos, interconnected by unstable spatial fissures. These realms, collectively known as the Abyss, are drowning in evil—a place where darkness thrives and goodness is a fleeting memory. Millennia ago, angels descended to deliver a divine decree: these worlds would be cast into the Abyss, abandoned forever. God would never look upon them again. Yet, even in the absence of divine grace, some cling to faith. They worship a God who has turned His back on them, their prayers echoing into the void. Stranger still, the demons and devils who rule the Abyss allow this worship to continue, not out of mercy, but for their own twisted amusement. They revel in the corruption of believers, turning hope into despair and faith into madness. Jack, a young man scarred by betrayal and survival, is one such believer—or was. Once a victim of his parents’ sacrificial ritual, he now lives in an abandoned church in the desolate village of Emag, haunted by unseen entities that torment him nightly. But when Jack succumbs to corruption, a new layer of the Abyss is revealed to him—a darker, more dangerous reality where the lines between good and evil blur. As Jack navigates this godless world, he must confront the demons that stalk him, the mysteries of his past, and the unsettling truth about the Abyss itself. Why was he spared when his world was condemned? What lies beyond the spatial fissures? And what happens when a forsaken soul seeks redemption in a realm where even God has turned away?
GinindaSirr · 1.9K Views

OP Absorption

Later that day, Fin was out on his usual scrap run. The safe zone’s edge was a mess of twisted metal and broken concrete, leftovers from when the first Gates opened. He lugged a heavy bag over his shoulder, his boots crunching on gravel. The air smelled like rust and something faintly sour—probably a dead rat or worse. “Yo, Fin! Hurry it up!” his boss, Greg, yelled from the truck parked a hundred yards away. Greg was a squat, sweaty guy who acted like he was king of the scrap heap. “We ain’t got all day!” “Yeah, yeah,” Fin muttered under his breath. He bent down to grab a jagged piece of rebar, his fingers brushing the cold metal. His power kicked in—useless as ever. He could feel every nick and dent in the steel, like it was whispering its boring life story to him. 'Wow, so thrilling,' he thought sarcastically. That’s when he heard it—a low, guttural growl. He froze. His head snapped up, eyes darting around. The safe zone wasn’t *supposed* to have monsters. That’s why it was called safe. But the sound came again, closer this time, from behind a pile of rubble. “Greg?” He called, his voice shaky. “You hear that?” No answer. The truck’s engine roared to life—Greg was bailing. “Fin, move your ass!” the man shouted before peeling out, dust kicking up behind him. “Seriously?!” Fin dropped the rebar and bolted. He wasn’t a runner, but fear made his legs move faster than he thought possible. The growling turned into a snarl, and he risked a glance back. Something big and scaly was charging after him—green skin, claws like kitchen knives, and a mouth full of teeth that didn’t fit right. A monster. A freaking monster.
luthizo · 1.9K Views
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