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Throne Of Honor And Blood J Bree

Shadows of the Elemental Throne

In the elemental world of Caeloria, power determines destiny. Born in the impoverished outskirts of the capital, Aeryn is mocked as a powerless nobody. Her androgynous appearance and quiet demeanor make her invisible to most, but deep within her lies a dormant connection to Void, a long-forgotten element capable of neutralizing and amplifying other powers. When a chance encounter with a noblewoman, Lady Seris Vaeloria, thrusts Aeryn into the spotlight, her latent abilities begin to awaken—challenging everything the elemental hierarchy stands for. As Aeryn navigates the treacherous world of the Elemental Guild, she faces scorn, sabotage, and the looming threat of exposure. Meanwhile, Seris, a fiery prodigy from a powerful noble family, grapples with her own disillusionment with the oppressive system she was born into. Forced together by circumstance, the two form an unlikely bond, their partnership growing into a force capable of shaking the foundations of Caeloria. But their journey unveils a dark conspiracy: the ruling Elemental Council has long suppressed knowledge of Void to maintain their grip on power. With enemies closing in, Aeryn must master her abilities and confront a system that sees her as a threat to its very existence. Together, Aeryn and Seris will challenge tradition, face impossible odds, and ignite a revolution that could reshape their world forever. In a land where rank means everything, one outcast will rise to prove that even the smallest spark can start a blaze.
BlyxRecover · 1.6K Views

SOVEREIGN OF THE ETERNAL THRONE

(Action);(Rebirth);(Supreme); (Overpowered); (Own Developed Cultivation Method/System); (Invincible); (Unrequited love); (Calm); (Hot Blooded); (Avenue Power); (Ultimate Physique); (Devouring Power) (Many more will be added later.) ********************************** (Average words per chapter is around :- 1500 words to 2000 words) ********************************** In the world of cultivation, where strength is fate, destiny bends for nothing-except power. The story went a little different in the case of Qiangu Qitian, a young man hailing from Earth, carrying burdensome baggage in the form of regrets from the past life, thrown into an ancient universe-one which only the strong lived and prospered in. Qiangu Qitian could only vaguely remember the novel about cultivation that he read in his previous life, and his body was weak; it's tough for him to get accustomed to this perilous world. He thus forged in iron the Technique-an entirely new and unique refinement cultivation process, cell by cell, of his very being. Without any teacher or master to bring him through, Qiangu Qitian forged his way to eventually reach the top in this world's first big step in the hierarchy of cultivation: the Blood Forging Realm. Just as he came into his own with the surge of new strength, destiny had in store for him a cruel twist of events. While basking in the glory of this success, some mysterious, malevolent creature appeared, drawn to this achievement. This unknown force consumed the essence of a very rare and powerful physique Qiangu Qitian had awakened in such an innocent manner and left him to his death. His body was weak now, lifeless, thrown aside like some tool he no longer needed, to warn against cruelties of this world. But nature is full of its own rules, and fate is not so easy to tell. Qiangu Qitian went against all odds as his frail body was once again claimed by life forces. Stripped of the powers he struggled so hard to gain, with his awakened physique stolen and his essence sapped, on the brink of despair, he sat. But Qiangu Qitian was no ordinary soul. Qiangu Qitian was that young introverted but ambitious man who dared to disobey his father so he could pursue his dream. That resistance against the man who had given him life is what now burnt up his spirit like an all-consuming fire. If he could, in his eyes, square up with his father to pursue his ambitions, no god, no force of heaven, no unknown entity was ever again going to stop him from success. An indestructible will, burning in a restless heart, a determined soul to have back all that was taken from him and to surpass at least the one who snatched what was his from the very start. Led on by a wish for revenge and a search for identity, Qiangu Qitian embarks on an adventure at every turn of which draws him along a path curtained with mystery, with secrets to date forbidden techniques reveal to him, and most especially with unseen potentials within. While his body may be weak, his spirit burns brighter than ever. Refining the Cellular Tempering Technique to unimaginable heights, Qiangu Qitian rebuilds his cultivation anew, unleashing a potential that even his adversaries could never have foreseen. On his journey, he finds that strength is not a matter of power but of resilience, adaptability, and bravery in the face of a world that seems to want to bring one down. In a world full of sects fighting for supremacy, ancient clans guarding their legacies, and forces behind the scenes pulling on the strings of fate, Qiangu Qitian's journey takes on the meaning of not only survival but also redemption. He refused to be a victim of circumstance or a chess piece of someone else's game. His journey is a story of unyielding man's will who refuses to let his destiny get stolen.
ANCIENT_LORD · 4.6K Views

Blood Ties And Betrayal

--- Isabella never chose this. Forced into a marriage with the most feared man in the criminal world, Matteo Antonio, her life is now bound by a contract she didn’t sign willingly. Matteo is a man with a reputation for cruelty, a man who doesn't believe in love or loyalty—only power, control, and the cold, unrelenting pursuit of his own desires. Yet, despite everything she knows about him, despite how much she wishes to escape, there’s something in Isabella that wonders: *What if?* What if there's more to him than the cold exterior he shows the world? Now trapped in a life she didn’t choose, Isabella faces a question that haunts her every day: Will Matteo ever feel for her? Will he ever truly *see* her, not as a prize or a pawn, but as a person? Or will she, slowly but surely, fall for the man who holds her captive—body and heart? It’s a game. One that neither of them can afford to lose. ___________________ "Don't act like this is some big mystery. We both know why I'm here. We both know why I said yes. And we both know you loved my siste" His eyes darkened, his smirk vanishing. He stepped forward, and I stepped back. One step. Two. My back hit the wall. He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek. "Who told you," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "that Matteo *Antonio* has ever had feelings?". I froze. His eyes were like ice, cold and clear, but so much more dangerous. The kind of cold that burned. And suddenly, I felt so stupid. So stupid. All this time, I'd assumed—*no, Gianna told me.* She told me Matteo had feelings for her. She told me he loved her, that she had him wrapped around her little finger. She told me he would have chosen her if she'd stayed. But she was wrong. Because I could see it now, written in his face, in his eyes, in the way he looked at me like I was just another piece on the board. Matteo Antonio didn't *love*. He didn't feel anything at all. "You thought I loved her, didn't you?" His voice was soft, deadly quiet. "Is that why you've been walking around here with your head held so high?" His eyes flicked to my lips, my throat, before landing back on my eyes. "Let me make this clear, *cara mia*." He leaned in so close I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear. "I don't love. Not her. Not you. *No one.*" I sucked in a sharp breath, my chest rising and falling so fast it felt like I might choke on it. He pulled away just enough to look me in the eyes, his face unreadable. "Go to bed," he said, turning away from me. His voice had gone cold again, as if the storm had passed. "Tomorrow, you'll learn what it means to be my wife." I stayed there, pressed against the wall, too stunned to move. And as he walked away, I felt it settle into my bones. I wasn't his wife. I was his *prisoner.*
Mikaaa11 · 2.3K Views
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