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Éveil du Talent : Moi, le plus faible éveillé, je commence avec le Sort de Feu Draconique

Mise à jour quotidienne ! 9h PST ---------------------- À l'ère de l'Éveil Universel sur la Sphère Azure, une myriade de races et de dieux coexistent. Démons, dieux obscurs et monstres descendent dans le royaume mortel, pour être accueillis par les Éveillés. Howard, lors de son Rituel d'Éveil, découvre des talents doubles — Récupération de Mana de rang F, et le talent suprême : Synthèse Suprême. Il garde un profil bas, se cachant en tant que 'magus ordinaire'. À travers d'innombrables actes de synthèse, il forge des artefacts suprêmes, des compétences suprêmes et des classes suprêmes ! Synthèse de Boule de Feu... Ding ! Synthèse réussie, acquisition de la compétence de rang D — Serpent de Feu ! Synthèse de Serpent de Feu... Ding ! Synthèse réussie, acquisition de la compétence de rang B — Python de Feu ! Synthèse de Python de Feu... Ding ! Synthèse réussie, acquisition de la compétence de rang S — Dragonfeu ! Lorsque les démons envahissent et que les dieux obscurs descendent, ils restent bouche bée devant la Sphère Azure qui se dresse devant eux. "Non, c'est un piège... un piège déguisé en simple cupcake !" ---------------------- Participation WSA 2023 ! Veuillez montrer votre soutien si vous aimez l'histoire ! Comment pouvez-vous montrer votre soutien ? Offrez une Pierre de Pouvoir ! 150 = 1 chapitre bonus 200 = 2 chapitres bonus 500 = 3 chapitres bonus La sortie bonus aura lieu la semaine suivante !
Red_Skin_Duck · 86.5K Views

Vessel of Shadows

After losing everything, Daron Lamb is consumed by grief and guilt, until he's recruited by the Special Magic Force, an elite unit protecting the balance between magical and non-magical worlds. Together, they uncover a secret organization determined to free the God of Chaos, a force sealed away to protect humanity. As Daron investigates, he uncovers a chilling link between the group and his tragic past. Driven by revenge, he joins forces with his new allies to stop them. But as the truth behind the organization’s motives begins to surface, Daron is forced to confront a disturbing possibility: freeing the God of Chaos, though orchestrated by his enemies, might not bring the destruction he's been led to believe. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Daron's gaze drifted downward to his chest. Below, the stark contrast of a faint blue light against his white skin caught his eye—a soft glow emanating from his own chest. It softly pulsed, a gentle luminescence that ebbed and flowed with the rhythm of his own heartbeat. Baffled, he just sat there for a few moments, observing. As his fingers touched the source of light, he was surprised to find that everything felt normal, as if it had always been this way. It was like nothing had changed at all. Daron's eyes widened in disbelief when he noticed a strange black liquid seeping into the wounds on his chest—a substance like ink, flowing from within him. It moved with purpose, filling the gaps left by the fat butcher and stanching the flow of blood that had painted his skin red. "By the gods," he gasped, the sight both unsettling and miraculous. The black liquid quickly solidified, forming scars as black as the night sky. His eyes remained fixed on the eerie scene, his breath steadying to a normal rhythm. He was a magician now… it felt strange. He didn't feel particularly different. Sure, a mysterious substance had just mended his broken skin, but other than that, he didn't feel like he could do anything… new, anything special. He stretched out his hand, trying to summon a sharp wind to cut down his shackles. Nothing happened. Next, a flame, to burn down his cell. Nothing happened. “Figures,” he said to himself. “Why would it be easy?” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ For news and feedback, feel free to join the Vessel of Shadows Discord: https://discord.gg/dmCYCKNwx7
wisp_novels · 11.8K Views

the bronze trial: rise of the forgotten

Synopsis: The Shattered Seal As Sylas delves deeper into the Trial’s labyrinthine challenges, he discovers fragments of a forgotten war—a conflict waged by godlike beings whose actions reshaped the world. Each victory in the Trial grants him power, but it also reveals haunting visions of a great seal, created to imprison an unspeakable force. In one of the most suspenseful moments, Sylas stumbles upon a temple hidden within the jungle, its entrance guarded by cryptic statues carved from obsidian. Inside, he finds a room lined with glowing symbols, their light casting eerie shadows. At the center of the room lies a fractured seal, its edges radiating chaotic energy. The whispers in his mind grow louder, their once-guiding tone now filled with panic: “Do not touch it! The seal must hold!” But before Sylas can act, a shadowy figure emerges from the seal’s fragmented core. The being exudes an overwhelming aura of darkness, its form shifting and unstable. It speaks in a voice that reverberates through the temple: “You have come far, mortal… but your meddling has set me free.” The walls tremble as the figure begins to manifest fully, the energy from the broken seal threatening to consume everything around it. Sylas must decide whether to flee and warn others of the seal’s collapse or stand his ground against an ancient force beyond his understanding. As the chapter ends, Sylas raises his sword, the mark on his hand blazing with newfound intensity. He knows this battle is unlike any he has faced before—and losing could mean the end of the world.
Aslamzy_Adex · 4.6K Views

Dragon's bane Telekai's flame

In a small village, a bulky man with bronzed skin sat with his daughter, Ireal. Her porcelain complexion, white hair, and piercing blue eyes made her look like a noble, a stark contrast to her rugged father. Ireal's innocent gaze met her father's as she asked, "Father, why are you crying?" The hunter's forced smile faltered, and he was taken aback. "What did you say, Ireal?" He tried to compose himself. "I'm not crying, so why would you say that?" Ireal's expression remained clear and unwavering. "I can hear you crying, Father. You're sad because Mother died." She took a step closer, her small hand reaching out. "You're in pain, and I don't want you to hurt. I'll take care of you for Mom." The hunter's eyes welled up with tears as he chuckled, his voice shaking. "Silly girl." He looked at her with newfound curiosity. "Do you mean you can hear my thoughts?" Ireal nodded, her blue eyes sparkling. "Yes, Father. Mother knew about it, and she told me not to tell anyone." In a world where dragons reign, a teenage girl's life is forever changed. Ireal, an orphaned infant, was found and adopted by a loving hunter couple. But after her adoptive mother's tragic death, Ireal's village is ravaged by dragons seeking the prince's mate. Among the captives, Ireal is unexpectedly chosen by the prince, thrusting her into a realm of magic, politics, and ancient secrets. As she navigates this new world, Ireal must confront her destiny and the mysteries of her past. Will Ireal accept her new role as the prince's mate, or will she fight against her fate? What secrets lie hidden in Ireal's past? Can Ireal navigate the treacherous world of dragons or will she become a pawn in their games of power? Will she be able to love prince Kael or destroy him for destroying her people?
lethality · 505 Views

Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate

What happens when a goddess falls in love with a shifter? Asara; the goddess of love, was punished by her father, the god of thunder. Her crime being falling in love with a mortal shifter Alpha. To pay for her sins she was reborn as Cassandra LeBlanc; a mortal Princess in the magical Kingdom of Speldaria. Her family and kingdom, except her middle sister, shunned her for she was born without any magical abilities and she had no recollections of her true identity. Her betrothed, the powerful mage commander of the Speldaria, was unbothered by her. He wished for someone strong. Cassandra’s life was toppled when she was gifted a warrior slave by the mighty Alpha of Dusartine. She was asked to take part in the Yearly Arena Event by collaborating with the warrior. Cassandra who hated ‘The Arena’ with her very breath. A place where blood flowed like wine and life was cheaper than the very air they breathed didn't understand her purpose in it. On top of that, the mysterious warrior affected her in unimaginable ways. His hypnotic gaze unsettled her. His rare essence overwhelmed her. His muscular bronzed body consumed her with sinful thoughts. Even the dreams of her past life plagued her. When ‘The Arena' began the hidden agendas and underlying truths came to light and Cassandra was played a hand of fate. She was left with no choice but to give in and choose a path. The question would be. How will Cassandra grapple once she learns of the curse placed on her? Will she be able to obtain her magical abilities and stand up to her father? Who will help her along the journey? ~Excerpt~ Then she felt him, all of him. All his ruggedness. The strength of his arm. The softness of his lips. The grip of his hand. The warmth of his breath. Every muscle in her body went taut at the implications of sleeping in a man’s arms. She had never slept in a male’s embrace before. Her whole skin tingled like tiny sparks dancing on the very parts that connected with him. The crevices of her brain had these memories which weren't hers. This touch somehow didn't seem foreign to her. She felt safe in his soothing embrace and didn't wish to push him away and yet she knew this was far from appropriate. Cassandra tried to wriggle out of his hold, his arms seemed to be built from iron for they wouldn't budge. The light garment she had worn had lifted from her milky thigh baring it as his bronzed muscular one was draped on it. And now she could sense something poking her back. Her eyes suddenly expanded from the realisation and Cassandra fully panicked. “Let go!” She voiced out, heavily. Siroos slowly lifted his leg and slackened his hold on her waist so she could shuffle away. He had awakened when she had stiffened for the first time but wished to behold what she would try. With eyes blown wide she stole a glance towards the man who had her wrapped in his embrace like a precious treasure, his treasure. His molten gold eyes had flickered open and there was this softness and want with which he stared at her. Those soft brown curls cascaded over his eyes as he forgot to blink, watching the timeless beauty that she was. Her one-of-a-kind fragrance was a torture to his senses. How he wished to grab her dainty ankle, pull her from it and have her sprawled underneath him. To kiss the very skin that oozed such scent which was driving him insane. Instead, he bent his arm and placed it under his cheek using it like a pillow to watch her with desire-filled eyes. The awkward lull between them prolonged as Cassandra cleared her throat. “Did you have to climb on me to sleep?” “It wasn't intentional but was certainly enticing and definitely won't be the last time.” His deeply hypnotic voice was even more alluring this early in the morning as it resonated all around her. The book cover is mine.
Sunny_Shumail · 632.9K Views
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