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Ice Age The End

Ananta: The Age Of Unknown.

In the ashes of a devastating world war that wiped out half of humanity and shattered all advanced technology, Earth has regressed into a fractured land ruled by kings, warlords, and shadowy forces. In the year 2170, empires rise again — not through machines, but through ancient power, martial might, and forgotten legacies. In the humble village of Whiskey, in the oppressed nation of Valmora, lives Ananta, a kind-hearted 13-year-old boy, unaware of the storm that’s about to claim his world. When his family is torn apart in a brutal raid led by twisted rangers, and his mother sacrifices herself in a blaze of divine fire, Ananta’s life changes forever. Her final act awakens whispers of an ancient truth — the return of the mythical clan, guardians of the Golden Age who once ruled Earth with divine power. But this is only the beginning. As Ananta sets out on a journey across divided continents and broken nations, he discovers a world haunted by cruelty disguised as culture — where people worship murder, embrace slavery, and sacrifice their own in the name of twisted beliefs. Behind it all looms an invisible darkness, pulling strings from the shadows: a force that wants to erase hope, silence truth, and stop anyone from discovering the forgotten history of Earth and the divine weapons it hides. What begins as a quest for truth and survival becomes a war that spans heavens, hells, and far-off realms of the universe. From rebels to boon hunters, dark kings to god-summoned warriors, Ananta and his allies must challenge fate, conquer inner demons, and awaken powers buried deep within bloodlines. Because that clan are not just a myth. They are the last hope of humanity. And Ananta may be the flame that ignites them once more.
samonster_110 · 2.4K Views

The Beginning's End

Caelus Thorne was born into a good family. But at thirteen, he lost everything that was his parents. The cause? Unknown. The memories? Gone. Yet he didn't care about his past; rather, he focused on the present and the future. One day before his 16th birthday, he saw a garden from his dreams, where beauty is born from rot, and death blooms in the form of blood-red spider lilies. His parents, long dead under unknown circumstances, appeared in visions too grotesque to be mere memories-like, visions that tear through the veil of reality like butterfly wings made of shadow and flame. Caelus is dying, and he has known about it for as long as he can remember. Plagued by a mysterious illness that no doctor can explain, he survives each day on sheer willpower and the warmth of the one person who refuses to leave his side: his sole friend, Uriel Evernight, heiress to a family that would rather see him gone. Now, on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, he revisits the amusement park where his parents died, also the site of his 13th birthday. When Uriel proposed to him, a huge incident occurred, awakening his affinity. After that incident, he discovered the unknown world he inhabits through the academy he was sent to by the Awakeners Association. But who would have thought that the path he chose would turn him into a criminal? ... This novel doesn't have a system, no level-ups, and nothing else; everything must be accomplished through hard work or talent. There is a system-like feature only to track their abilities and ranks, which will exist in their cores. Next, there will be a lot of gore, and even in the first chapter, there is plenty of it. So, it is a warning for people who doesn't want any gore, the gore is huge in my novel. The main character will be a villain, as the tag suggests, and he will not become a villain directly; rather, through the progression of the novel, he will become one he may not be in the beginning. There is only a little romance, so I didn't put the tag, and the romance is for the sake of the plot. Chapter words: Max - unknown number of words Min - 1500 words
The_Nameless_ · 22.7K Views

WarLords : Ice Viking's

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.
vickysfantasy · 7.7K Views
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