Azrael Sigil

Waking up in a shattered world with no memory of how he got there, Kael soon learns one truth—only one can survive. When forced to make an impossible choice, he takes his first step into the abyss. The Rift Sigil brands his soul, granting him power… but at a terrible cost. With his humanity slowly eroding and whispers of an ancient force clawing at his mind, Kael must navigate a world ruled by factions, hidden horrors, and those who seek to control the unknown. Every step forward draws him deeper into the darkness, where monsters wear human faces and the only law is power. To survive, Kael must outthink, outfight, and outmaneuver those who stand in his way. The Rift offers him strength, but how long before it consumes him completely? When gods and monsters play their games, the only way to win… is to become something greater. Or something far worse

Year 2024, Shanghai's Lujiazui Skyline Lin Santou, a food delivery rider navigating the neon-lit canyons of Shanghai's financial district, never expected his mundane life to intersect with cosmic horror. But when his vision suddenly fractured during a routine delivery, he glimpsed the truth - the so-called cultivators of this world were not ascended beings, but Cthulhu-aligned parasites burrowing beneath human skulls. The ancient bronze sword that had pierced the sun three years ago had not been a meteorite. Its jagged blade, still suspended in the stratosphere, pulsed with eldritch energy that warped reality itself. Those who claimed to have ascended to immortality were merely hosts for the Deep Ones - their neural pathways now conduits for alien consciousness. "Enlightenment is a prison," whispered the spectral figure that materialized before Lin Santou's trembling eyes. The entity's form defied comprehension, its silhouette flickering between human and something far more ancient. "The true cultivation system is a meat grinder. Your so-called 'flying immortals' are nothing but bait for the Old Ones." As the sky above Lujiazui darkened with unnatural storm clouds, Lin Santou's newly awakened Eye of Profound Mysteries burned with forbidden knowledge. Beneath the shimmering holograms of skyscrapers, the city's pulse quickened to a rhythm that matched the throbbing heart of R'lyeh. This was no ordinary conspiracy. The financial district's glass towers concealed temples where bankers chanted eldritch hymns, their stock trades secretly funding the resurrection of pre-human gods. Even the delivery app on his phone pulsed with subliminal sigils - a digital为空白 (blank) that led not to restaurants, but to thresholds between dimensions. Lin Santou's hands shook as he gripped the handlebars of his electric bike. The city he'd always known was a facade. Beneath the surface of Shanghai's relentless modernity churned an ocean of madness, where even the air itself carried the whispers of cosmic predators.

Nevaeh, una joven residente en Aethoria, siempre ha soñado con ser parte de los Soles Crecientes, los caballeros más poderosos de su reino. Su vida está marcada por su amistad con Azrael, un mago todopoderoso de Sombrafel. Sin embargo, debido a la guerra entre los reinos de la Luz y las Sombras, los dos se ven separados. Mientras Nevaeh lucha por encontrar su lugar y convertirse en una guerrera más fuerte, la historia de la Espada Drakon y el destino de los universos están en juego. Aunque separados por el conflicto, Nevaeh no perderá la esperanza de reunirse con su amigo y evitar que el caos destruya todo lo que conocen.

Nevaeh, a young resident of Aethoria, has always dreamed of becoming part of the Rising Suns, the most powerful knights of her kingdom. Her life is marked by her friendship with Azrael, an all-powerful mage from Sombrafel. However, due to the war between the realms of Light and Shadows, the two are separated. As Nevaeh struggles to find her place and become a stronger warrior, the story of the Drakon Sword and the fate of the universes are at stake. Although separated by the conflict, Nevaeh will not lose hope of reuniting with her friend and preventing chaos from destroying everything they know.

En Aethoria, Nevaeh, una joven que sueña con convertirse en una Sol Creciente, mantiene una relación con Azrael, un mago todopoderoso de Sombrafel. Tras la guerra que separa a los reinos de la Luz y las Sombras, ambos buscan un equilibrio en su vida mientras la amenaza de la Espada Drakon y el destino de los universos se ciernen sobre ellos. Mientras disfrutan de una tregua, algo invisible los observa, y un antiguo poder resucita al ejército sombrío. La paz de los dos se ve amenazada, y deberán enfrentarse a una oscuridad que crece cada vez más.

Everyone in the kingdom of Velmora is born with a Soulmark, a glowing Sigil on their skin that determines their abilities and future. Warriors, Sorcerers, each person's fate is sealed the moment their Soulmark appears. Except for Solene. She was born with a blank soulmark, no power, no future nothing. Branded as a 'Hollow' she is cast aside, seen as worthless for years. She struggles just to survive, moving from town to town, enduring rejection, hardship and betrayal. But when she is captured and thrown into the brutal gladiator pit, something awakens her. A fire she never knew existed. Solene's power doesn't just manifest, it erupts. Unlike others, she doesn't have the usual ability. She can borrow and evolve any power she encounters. But there's a problem. She must endure the same pain the original wielder faced when their ability first awakened.

In a world where the strong reign and the weak perish, Azrael was never meant to survive. Born into nothing, hunted by forces beyond his understanding, he has spent his life running—from his past, from his enemies, and from an inevitable fate lurking in the shadows. But when an enigmatic system binds itself to his soul, everything changes. ☠ Complete the missions. Grow stronger. Or face the unknown penalties. ☠ This isn’t a gift. It’s a gamble. Every failure has consequences. Some take away his strength. Some take away his freedom. And some... take away his life. Now, trapped in a brutal world teeming with nightmarish creatures, warring factions, and hidden truths, Azrael must defy the system itself—before it consumes him. ⚔ Monsters lurk in the abyss. ⚔ Factions wage war for power. ⚔ A forgotten truth waits to be unearthed. To ascend, he must embrace the shadows. To survive, he must defy the system. To rule, he must carve his name into the darkness. [A Dark Fantasy | Level-Up System | High Stakes Survival].

This isn’t a fairy tale. No heroes. No lessons. Zetulah Viridian isn’t a savior. She’s the part of you that knows kindness gets you killed. And her story? It’s the question you’ve been swallowing since life first kicked your teeth in: How much worse would you burn the world to make it hurt like you do? Zetulah is just a woman with blood in her teeth and a knife, asking: How much of your soul would you sell to watch your enemies bleed? Before wolves ruled the world, war did. Four dynasties carved the realm of Varkathis apart like a carcass. Their war is no longer about thrones—it’s about erasing each other from history. For centuries, four houses ruled through brutality and broken vows: House Emberclaw (South): Flame-lit conquerors with eyes like smoldering coals. They leave only ash and children's bones behind. House Viridian (West): Healers turned hunted, their once-bright green eyes—symbols of hope, and nature—now dimmed to murky moss. Targets for slaughter. House Azzuri (North): Ice-hearted titans with gazes bluer than glacial crevices. They would let their own blood freeze before breaking an oath. House Moriba (East): Puppeteers with golden eyes that flicker like gilded lies. Stare too long, and you’ll wake up throat-cut with your own dagger. —-------- Zetulah Viridian doesn’t scream when her brother dies. She counts the seconds until his fingers go cold, the Emberclaw dagger still jutting from his throat. They don’t let her bury him. Instead, they nail Fenrik’s corpse to her family’s gates—a scroll stuffed between his teeth: “Let the last Viridian choke on her brother’s rot.” They take her title. Her home. Even her pride—carving the Emberclaw sigil into her land as a warning to survivors. But rage? Rage is the one thing they can’t carve out. Zetulah isn’t fighting for a crown. She’s fighting to keep her tongue, her liver, her green eyes from becoming Emberclaw trophies. To survive, she kneels to the boy whose family murdered her brother— Prince Kaelith Emberclaw, whose crimson gaze burns like a forge even as he bandages her wounds with surgeon’s hands, that has snapped more necks than healed them. Every time he laughs—warm and bright, nothing like the Emberclaw pyres she’s cursed—she forgets, just for a heartbeat, that she needs to kill him. War horns sound. Now, Zetulah must choose: Lead her surviving kin into the hellmouth of battle, or light the match that burns every house—hers included—to cinders. Because in the realm of Varkathis ? Mercy is the lie you tell while sharpening your blade. Power is the scream that haunts your enemies’ sleep. And Zetulah? “She’s learned how to make the world scream with her.” "You won’t like Zetulah. You’ll recognize her—the part of you that knows mercy gets you killed." Here’s what they don’t tell you about vengeance: It doesn’t heal. It addicts. You won’t love this story. You’ll hate how much you need to finish it.

Born into darkness, Lucius is marked by an infernal curse—the Mark of the Abyss. This unholy sigil endows him with powers that defy mortal comprehension, yet seals his fate: servitude, rejection, and a grim demise. Embark on a journey with Lucius as he unravels the hidden truth behind the Marks, battles to carve out a destiny of his own, and strikes back against the cruel fate imposed upon him. In a world that shuns him for his cursed existence, Lucius will forge unlikely alliances to challenge those who scorn him. He is driven by a relentless desire to claim a place for himself and his loved ones, no matter the cost. Prepared to plunge into the darkest depths of depravity, Lucius is poised on the brink of a harrowing journey. The ultimate enigma remains: what awaits him in the abyss of his ambitions? Content: -Includes R18 Content - gore - death - NO NTR - NO YURI/BL

In a world where hunters awaken to incredible power, Azrael is the one man who never should have. His rank? F—the only one in existence. His class? Useless—an Appraiser, good for nothing but identifying loot. His strength? Weaker than a normal person who hasn’t even awakened. For two years, he’s been nothing more than a punching bag, barely scraping by as a dungeon porter. Mocked, ignored, left to bleed—everyone calls him “The World’s Weakest Hunter.” But everything changes when his team stumbles into a Double Dungeon. A sealed chamber filled with stone knights and an ancient, godlike being sitting on a throne. The arrogant hunters who mocked him? Wiped out in an instant. The so-called "strong" are now begging for their lives. And Azrael? He’s the only one who understands the rules. That day, something awakens inside him. Something even he doesn't understand. The world sees him as worthless. They have no idea what’s coming.

[-Congratulations, you have successfully killed Alexander the Great and claimed him as your summon..-] The words, scrawled in blood, burned across the page of the Death Ledger. Riven was nothing but a powerless runt until necromancers razed his village and butchered his sister before his eyes. As his blood soaked the dirt, his Sigil ignited, granting him a gift. He can die and reform, a cycle that resets with every rank he climbs. But fate wasn’t done screwing him. In the catacombs beneath the ruins, he found the Death Ledger—a death contract that bound him against his will to hunt those who’ve cheated death across dimensions. Historical legendary heroes and villains. From the noble King Arthur to the conqueror Genghis Khan and the fabled king of Uruk, Gilgamesh, together with Ivan the Terrible and Vlad the Impaler. Every mission is a gamble. Fail once, and the Ledger brands him a death-cheater, turning him into prey for the same immortal fugitives he hunts. And the reward? He gets to keep them as his undead summons. His enemies will not stop coming. They want the Ledger, the Sigil, his power. To survive, he will wield death itself, growing stronger with every soul he claims, because in a world this savage, only the relentless rise.

In the frost-bitten wilderness of the Stormspire Mountains, a teenage boy named Jacob Reed and his ailing grandfather, Elias, embark on a desperate journey to seek sanctuary with the enigmatic Order of the Emerald Horizon—a secretive brotherhood rumored to wield power over life and death. Clad in ragged clothes and driven by dwindling hope, they ascend the treacherous slopes, their path lit only by the faint glow of ancient sigils carved into the mountain gates. Upon arrival, they are met with hostility by a hooded gatekeeper who mocks their humble origins. Just as the Order’s refusal seems inevitable, a seismic roar erupts from the mountain’s core, triggering a chain of events that hints at Jacob’s mysterious connection to a dormant force. Unbeknownst to all, the boy carries an obsidian pendant—a relic pulsing with eerie violet light—that may hold the key to unraveling the Order’s darkest secrets.

In a cosmos where gods and Archons dictate the flow of fate, one man defies destiny itself. Kael Ardyn awakens in the Abyss—a man who should not exist, marked by a sigil that defies reality itself. With no past and only fragmented memories of another life, he soon learns the truth: his very presence is an anomaly, a mistake the universe seeks to erase. Hunted by cosmic forces and entities beyond comprehension, Kael discovers a power unlike any other—a magic that can rewrite existence. But it comes with a condition. The more he wields it, the closer he comes to annihilation. To survive, he does not seek honor. He seeks control. Manipulation, deception, and ambition become his weapons as he infiltrates kingdoms, shatters alliances, and bends even the strongest of heroes to his will. When he sets his sights on the hero’s beloved, a forbidden romance becomes a dangerous game of power and desire. Yet in the shadows lurks something even more terrifying—an entity that whispers of Kael’s true purpose. The Archons fear him. The balance trembles. And as the gods hesitate, Kael takes what is his, one piece at a time. For if fate rejects him, he will become fate itself.

The year is 2055, and the world is being ravaged by monsters born from the veil, called Daemons. The only hope of humanity standing against these monsters are the Demigods who possess Divine Blessings from the Celestials. Azrael Mortis was a gifted demigod chosen by Thanatos, the personification of death. He possessed extraordinary talent in battle and a work ethic that pushed his body to its very peak, but an unfortunate turn of events when he was only one year old left him with no God Aspect that would allow him to fight against the Daemons. Azrael was already prepared for a life where he would never be able to become the strongest due to his disability. But as a new chapter of Azrael's life opened, he was presented with an opportunity by Thanatos—one that would grant him the power he had desperately wanted, in exchange for his humanity. ... "I do not give out opportunities lightly, Azrael. I shall only present you with my hand once, and never again. Take my blade and become my Angel of Death, and in exchange, I shall give you power. All the power you ever wished for and more. Power beyond your wildest dreams. What is your answer?" "I don't care what I have to do. If I can become stronger, I would even sell you my soul." "Then may this oath be witnessed by the River Styx. From this moment forward, you shall be known as Azrael, the Angel of Death." ... Leave a review if you like the novel and feel free to go crazy with the comments. ... Finally, there'll be bonus chapters for 100 GT || 500 PS || Castle Gift. Thanks for reading! ... P.S. If you want to chat, then join the Discord: https://discord.gg/dqey8X95tG.

I had transmigrated into my favorite game, as an extra who died before the story even began. In a world where Sigils dictate power, I found myself in the body of a boy who had already died on the battlefield. Yet, as I drew breath in his place, his Sigil changed. A power never meant for him, never meant for me. Kidnapped by a shadow organization that didn't exist in the game, I spent three years in the dark, forced to learn under a so-called teacher. I move forward, not as the extra I was meant to be, but as one who chooses their own path. A path to supremacy. Yet the deeper I walk, the more I realize… this world holds secrets that game had never shown.

The wind carried the scent of incense and blood as the once-quiet halls of the Vermilion Palace echoed with whispers of treachery. At its heart stood Queen Lian Yuhua, a woman born of divine blood, her beauty as ethereal as the moon over a jade lake. Yet, her throne was steeped in peril, her life threatened by unseen hands lurking in the shadows. Her fate was now bound to Wei Zhaoyun, an exiled warrior of the Xuanhua Sect, sworn to guard her until death or destiny claimed them both. Zhaoyun was a man of iron will, his presence akin to a silent storm. Garbed in dark robes embroidered with the sigil of a coiling dragon, his blade-Frost bane-rested ever at his hip, its steel humming with suppressed power. His past was shrouded in dishonor, a fallen disciple once meant for greatness, now tethered to a ruler who saw him as little more than a blade for hire. Yet, where distrust once reigned, necessity wove an unbreakable thread between them. The assassins of the Ghost Lotus Sect sought Lian Yuhua's life, and only Zhaoyun's skill in arts and spiritual cultivation could shield her from the daggers of fate. Through perilous nights and shadowed corridors, their partnership was tested-by demons, by duty, and by the unspoken emotions neither dared acknowledge. As the heavens waged war over their destinies, one truth became clear: neither was meant to stand alone. In a world of celestial beasts, forbidden techniques, and fractured loyalties, the Queen and her reluctant guardian would carve their own legend-one written in blood and bound by fate. "You expect me to kneel?" Zhaoyun's voice was like unsheathed steel, cold and cutting. "You are my guard, not my master," Lian Yuhua countered, her golden eyes unyielding. "You will protect me, or your life is forfeit." He hated her arrogance. She hated his defiance.

Selene was born into a world where fate is written in the stars—and hers was sealed long before she took her first breath. The queen of her dying kingdom struck a desperate deal with the ancient Moon Court, promising her unborn daughter in marriage to Azrael, the feared and immortal Moon King. For centuries, Azrael has ruled with an iron fist, his heart consumed by darkness, trapped in a curse that keeps him bound to the throne.On Selene’s eighteenth birthday, the curse awakens, and Azrael arrives to claim his bride. Cold, ruthless, and terrifying, he is everything Selene feared—and yet, there’s something more beneath the surface. His eyes, once filled with nothing but contempt, now reveal a flicker of something else. Something dangerous. Something human. Taken to the Moon Court, Selene is thrust into a world of magic, betrayal, and power struggles, where her very existence is the key to Azrael’s curse. The kingdom she’s bound to save may not be worth saving, and the man she’s promised to may be the very darkness that will destroy them both.But as the days pass, Azrael’s cruelty begins to crack, revealing a tortured soul beneath. Hatred turns to obsession, and obsession transforms into something neither of them expected: love. Yet, Selene knows she can’t trust him—no matter how much he changes, no matter how deeply her heart pulls her toward him. The prophecy says she will either break him… or destroy them both. In a world where love is as dangerous as the curse that binds them, Selene must decide if she will save Azrael from himself—or embrace the darkness that lies within them both.

In the year 1995, a crystalline meteor hurtled towards Earth and crashed in the forests of Aomori, spreading clouds of mysterious dust upon its impact. These dust clouds contain a mysterious substance that turns children and teenagers alike into Espers, human beings gifted with supernatural powers known as Sigils. Some have telekinetic powers, others can control elemental properties and some of them have mind-control powers. As time passes, Espers faces prejudice from normal people due to their powers, fearing that they might replace them. Some of them even think that Espers must be eradicated. There are even people who want to capture Espers and exploit their Sigils. On that day, an organization dedicated to researching and defending these supernatural youngsters known as Lazuline was formed. They even built a paradise for them known as Azure City, an artificial island located on the temperate waters of Sagami Bay, Japan. However, Azure City was just a temporary solution to the Espers. Eldritch beings known as Deviants invaded the city and the shadow of a mysterious consortium loomed upon its supernatural inhabitants, and they must fight back for their rights to live. These are the stories of their struggles and their daily life amidst the threat posed by the evil forces. Cover illustration by Reei_ReIN Original character design and story concept by Farhan Gustama Hartono and Alfredo Chandra Special thanks to Gregorio Corigliano, Jacob Furrier, Grant Felix, Rizqy Abd, Bernice Neoh, OldManTai and Tatyina

In a world ravaged by seven years of relentless war, nations have crumbled and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction. The relentless Shadow Army, led by ancient and malevolent gods, has brought death and devastation, reducing once-proud cities to ruins. Amidst this chaos, a desperate alliance known as the Frontier emerges, uniting the remnants of humanity, demons, elves, and angels in a final bid for suvival. As the war grinds to a bloody stalemate, Alexander, a soldier haunted by the brutal realities of conflict, finds himself in the fortified city of Pingyao. Here, he encounters Dr. Jin, a mad scientist whose eccentric genius might hold the key to turning the tide. Dr. Jin reveals the harrowing history of the Shadow Gods and the legendary Eight Blades forged to that could destroy the universe and make everything cease to exist but also rewrite it. Where the clash of steel and gun powered echoes through desolate landscapes and the cries of the fallen pierce the air like daggers, brutality reigns supreme. Blood flows freely, staining the earth crimson as warriors meet in deadly combat, their every strike infused with the raw fury of battle. Amidst the chaos, Alexander stands as a soldier, his sword cut down foes. Each blow he delivers is rage of violence, cutting through flesh and bone with merciless precision. Limbs are severed, bodies rent asunder, as Alexander's wrath knows no bounds. Doing the great battle 7 years ago against Azrael, Eve mysteriously disappeared in turn cause the apocalypse. Across the wasteland, survivors cuts a swath of destruction upon one another, blood flowing like river with the bodies of men, women, and children, with each day leaving a trail of carnage. As the battle rages on, the intensity of the violence only grows, each combatant driven by a primal urge to survive at any cost. Bodies pile up like cordwood, the stench of death hanging heavy in the air as the clash of steel continues unabated. In this crucible of bloodshed, there is no room for mercy or remorse. Only the strong survive, their will forged in the fires of war, their hearts hardened by the brutality of combat. And in the end, only the victor will emerge from the fray, their triumph measured in the bodies of the fallen. by ancient grudges, "Lost Honor" follows the journey of Eve, a once-powerful warrior stripped of her abilities and thrust into a conflict of cosmic proportions. As she navigates the treacherous landscape of alliances and betrayals, Eve grapples with lost memories and the burden of mortality, haunted by the ghosts of her past. Amidst the chaos, a mysterious figure known as Erebus plots to conquer Earth, unveiling a sinister plan that could spell doom for all. With the fate of the world hanging in the balance, Eve must confront her own demons and forge unlikely alliances in a desperate bid to save humanity. As old enemies resurface and new threats emerge, Alexander & Eve's journey becomes a relentless horror of tragedies of blood and death.

In a world where magic has shattered law and order, the strong rule, and the weak are forgotten. Justice is no longer blind. It is bought in blood. Lucian Vance is a mercenary with a rare gift: Remnant Sight; the power to track anything, anyone, anywhere. He sells his skills to the highest bidder, caring nothing for right or wrong. Until one night, everything changes. Hired to hunt down a rogue mage, Lucian finds the target already dead, but a little girl left behind. A child marked by forbidden runes, a power that should not exist. Before he can walk away, the ones who sent him turn against him. Now, Lucian is the hunted. Every assassin, mage, and warlord in the underworld wants the child dead. The Ebon Veil, the Pale Choir, and the shattered remains of the old world all whisper the same thing; she is a prophecy, a curse, a weapon. But Lucian doesn’t believe in fate. With blood on his hands and a past that won’t let him go, he must uncover the truth before the world burns around them. Because there is one question no one dares to ask: Why is the child there, and why should she die?? ------ Hello there! I am trying to be as consistent as possible, but hey I am a newbie writer and may sometime edit the chapters. Don't worry, worriors, the flow and story will the remain the same.

In a world where demons rule and humanity lingers in the shadows, society is strictly divided. Demons are categorized into three castes: Big Horns, extremely rare and overwhelmingly powerful; Medium Horns, the ambitious middle class; and Small Horns, the common people or demons if you will. Meanwhile, humans live in segregated communities, their very existence dictated by an invisible force known as Life Essence—the intoxicating energy they emit, the substance demons crave. For the safety of both species, humans and demons lead entirely separate lives. Expect for Cassidy "Cass" Veyne, because bro wanted to be different. Born to a powerful Big Horn father and a human mother, Cass is not a demon. He has no horns, no demonic energy, and—most baffling of all—no Life Essence to feed on. Or at least that's what he has been told his whole life. He’s an anomaly in a world that lives on strict order. But his father, a high-ranking noble in demon society, refuses to let him live among humans. Instead, Cass is forced into Blackthorn Academy (fire name I know), an elite private school meant for the most powerful demons in the country or the ones with the most money. From the moment he steps inside, Cass doesn’t belong. No horns. No power. No fear radiating from him like the others. The students whisper behind his back. Teachers look at him like a puzzle. Some demons want to test him. Others want to break him. At the top of Blackthorn’s social hierarchy is Nathaniel "Nate" Azrael, the student body president, the most feared Big Horn in the school, and the heir to a long lineage of royalty. His dark curling horns, piercing silver eyes, and suffocating aura make even strong demons tremble. Cold, ruthless, and untouchable, Nate thrives on domination and fear—it’s his nature. Cass is the only one who doesn’t flinch under his gaze. He isn’t afraid of him. And for the first time, Nate doesn’t know whether he wants to destroy Cass… or claim him. A forbidden love between two people who should never have met. A boy trapped between two worlds, struggling to prove he belongs. And a dangerous, undeniable pull between a fearless outcast and the demon who feeds on fear itself. This is Blackthorn under hellfire by yours truly.

Genre: - Epic Fantasy | War & Strategy | Mythology & Divine Conflict | Comedy Core Themes: - Growth & Power: From weak and mocked to one of the strongest. - War & Strategy: Large-scale battles, tactical warfare, and espionage. - Divinity & Fate: Gods forsaken by the world trying to reclaim their place. - Betrayal & Loyalty: The conflict between duty, trust, and ambition. - Kael Veyrin, a noble son of the powerful House Veyrin, is born with low mana reserves, making him incapable of using his family's Crimson Sigils—a powerful blood-based rune magic. - Mocked by nobles, overshadowed by his older brother Rheon, and seen as a failure by his father, Duke Alistair Veyrin. -He Remembers an ancient book he read as a child, leading him to a hidden Arcane System that grants him a new path—Mastering Arcane Sigils. - He Begins his journey at Eldoria Academy, determined to prove his worth and strength. - Kael enters Eldoria Academy, where nobles and commoners alike train to become knights, mages, and warlords. - But even as a student of eldoria academy he faces life threatening activities and must overcome it with other allies and grow stronger.

To prevent an all-out war between humans and demons, Princess Evelyne of Solmere is forced to marry Demon King Azrael, the ruthless ruler of the Underworld. Their union is meant to bring peace, but instead, it sparks a battle of wills. Evelyne despises him for his cruelty, while Azrael sees her as a mere pawn. But as dark secrets unravel, she realizes that the true enemy lurks in the shadows—someone who wants both the human and demon realms to burn. Caught between betrayal and forbidden passion, Evelyne must decide: Will she fight against the Demon King or stand by his side to save their world? Love and war have never been more dangerous

A journey across worlds were Azrael fights to keep the people he loves safe from the hidden dangers of the world, as well as his cursed fate. He fights a never ending battle against the corruption of the world, going as far to plunge himself into the depths of insanity, while slowly stripping himself of everything that makes him a human just so he has enough strength to fight back against anyone who dares to get in his way. ————————— *note- first time writing a novel so it might be rough around the edges, but I am pleased with how it has started. I hope you will enjoy reading as much as I have been writing. thank you .

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.

Uma garota chamada Selene morreu em um acidente terrível e acorda em um estranho quarto, sem saber como foi parar ali. Quando Azrael, o temido líder demoníaco de 20 anos, entra em seu quarto, ele a lança diretamente no campo de batalha, sem piedade. Uma arena brutal onde apenas os mais fortes sobrevivem. Surpreendentemente, Selene vence, mostrando sua habilidade inesperada e atraindo a atenção de Azrael. Com o tempo, Selene começa a sentir algo mais por seu líder, um vínculo profundo e perigoso. Quando Azrael, o ser que ela mal conhece, a sobe de cargo, tornando-a sua guarda pessoal, ela percebe que sua lealdade e sentimentos estão sendo testados. Quando a vida de Azrael entra em risco, Selene não hesita e se joga de cabeça em uma luta desesperada para protegê-lo — mas, ao custo de quase perder a própria vida. Agora, entre as sombras da arena e os mistérios que envolvem o poder de Azrael, Selene terá que escolher até onde irá para proteger o homem que ela começou a amar... ou será que algo mais está em jogo, algo que nem ela pode compreender?

#Gold Tier Winner of WFP26; Setting in the fictional world of Gaia, where special individuals can awaken certain powers within their souls. They are called Arcana Masters. Some awaken beasts, some awaken weapons, while some awaken the power of plants. Some people train to become stronger so that they have the power to protect loved ones, some wish to use it for revenge, some wish to live longer, while some want to be free and use their power however they wish. Yet, there exists a clan, where the descendants only exist to grant death to others so that life and death remain balanced. Follow the journey of Azrael Garcia, the heir of the cursed clan of Death, as he forms friendships while facing betrayals, meeting love, and cutting down enemies in the process. ************** Note: Author isn't born in an English-speaking nation and has no editor either. So, please be understanding if there are any grammatical errors. ************** Author's other contracted novels: War Online, Weapon Seller in the world of magic Author's other notable works: The Last Slytherin, The Sharingan Hyuga, Prince of Kpop ************** You can also support the Author through Patreon or buy a coffee on Ko-fi.com https://www.patreon.com/snowstar https://ko-fi.com/snowstar5061

“Inherit the relic. Rewrite the rules. Reign or be erased.” Once every century, the Archive awakens—a tower that pierces the sky, filled with shifting dungeons and forgotten relics left behind by ancient kings, tyrants, and warlords. These relics are not just weapons. They're legacies—powerful, sentient, and cursed by memory. To enter the Archive is to be chosen as a Writ-Bearer, someone capable of bonding with relics and wielding their power. For most, it's a path to fame, glory, and power. But for Kael Renn, a seventeen-year-old orphaned scribe from the outer slums, it's a death sentence. He was never supposed to be chosen. Yet, when a sealed relic buried in the tower’s forbidden floor calls to him—a relic known only as The Crown of the Nameless King—Kael becomes the first bearer of a Lost Writ that even the Archive itself cannot classify. Now hunted by relic guilds, kingspawn, and corrupted Writ-Bearers, Kael must survive deadly trials, manipulate ancient laws, and resist the growing voice of the relic within him. Because the Crown is remembering who it was. And it wants its throne back. MC: Kael Renn Age: 17 Background: Orphaned slum-born scribe, worked as a record keeper and relic cataloger in the outer zones. Never trained, never ranked. Visual Design: Hair: Ash-black, ragged at the ends, slightly covering his left eye Eyes: Pale gold—seem dull at first, but glow faintly when he invokes Writs Markings: Black ink-like veins spread from the back of his neck downward when relic power activates Clothing: Faded cloak stitched with old kingdom scripts, layered with relic sigils he draws himself Weapon: None at first—uses Writ-based combat, then later reforges an ancient relic blade with a forgotten command

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.

“I’m no angel, baby girl. I’ll make you cry, curse, and scream every night once you’re mine. So think twice before you sign this goddamn contract.” +++ Rivana Faye thought nothing could get worse than catching her husband and step-sister making out on their wedding anniversary, only to be shot dead the same day. Instead of the afterlife, Rivana woke up back in the past, on her wedding day, staring right into the eyes of the same bastard who had ruined her life. Fueled by vengeance, she planned to marry him and tear his world apart, just as he had done to her in her previous life. That is, until Azrael Dynar, her supposed husband’s older brother, stepped in with a shocking claim: that they were already married?! "Wifey, are you cheating on me with this tiny loser? Tch, you have poor taste," Azrael drawled, flashing their marriage certificate to everyone's horror. Azrael was everything Rivana had heard in hushed whispers: cold, cunning, and irresistibly seductive. But to her, he was oddly caring and fiercely protective. He even vowed to destroy everyone who had hurt her as long as she continued to be his side, as his darling wife! And the deeper Rivana sank into Azrael’s world, the more her defenses crumbled, leaving her with nothing but growing desires for him. Little did she know, the man she was falling for was no guardian angel but a devil—one responsible for her death, and the very one who could destroy her all over again. --- Excerpt: "You seem to have experience in seducing women, Mr. Dynar," Rivana joked, licking her ice cream. Azrael smirked at her laugh, and the next moment, he pulled her chair closer, causing Rivana's heart to skip a beat. Before she could catch her breath, he suddenly captured her lips, tasting the sweet chocolate on her lips. Pulling back slightly, Azrael smiled, enjoying her reaction. Tracing her lower lip with his thumb, he declared, "You are the first woman I have ever tried to seduce, Rain. And you will also be the last."