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Ayato Bloom

SSS Awakening: Reincarnated As An Extra With 3 OP Abilities!

'The prophecy of The Great Bloom has echoed through history for generations, offering a glimmer of hope in a world oppressed by the terrifying Primordials. It foretells that one day, under the leadership of the Heralder—the only human ever born with an SSS-rank bloodline—humanity will finally reclaim its place atop the food chain. The Primordials, ancient, deadly beings of unimaginable power that have ruled with fear and might, will be eradicated once and for all. But humanity has always been its own worst enemy. Driven by greed, envy, and treachery, they turned on their only saviour. The Heralder was betrayed, and the dream of The Great Bloom was all but snuffed out…' That was the last part I managed to read before a freak accident electrocuted me to death. One minute, I was devouring the thrilling pages of a fantasy novel; the next, I was dead. When I opened my eyes again, I wasn’t in a hospital or the afterlife—I was inside the world of the novel I had been reading. I originally thought I was just a side character in this novel's world. After all, I wasn't the Heralder, the supposed saviour destined to lead humanity against the Primordials. No, I was just someone on the sidelines, a spectator to the chaos that was bound to unfold. But everything changed the day I awakened my bloodline. It wasn't some average C-rank or B-rank power—I had awakened an SSS-grade bloodline, a rarity beyond belief. The very kind the Heralder was supposed to have! Now, instead of playing the background, I had to hide this dangerous secret from the world. If anyone found out... it would spell disaster. The forces conspiring against the Heralder would come after me next. I have to stay under the radar, but at the same time, I know what’s coming. I know the fate that awaits this world. I have to act. But how does one secretly save the world when they're marked for death the moment they reveal their true power?
IsekaiDragon · 369 Views

The Last Bloom of Spring

In the year 2025, India stood as an elective monarchy comprised of 563 kingdoms, a nation forged from the fires of the War of Independence in 1857. Yet, the spectre of an ancient threat loomed on the horizon, a menacing force that had once brought the subcontinent to the brink of annihilation. Vikram, a young prince from the revered Zamorin lineage, found himself exiled to the bustling city of Kolkata, banished by his mother for a transgression that remained shrouded in mystery. Stripped of his privileges and forced to live a life of austerity, he sought solace in the sacred precincts of the Kalighat Temple, where the fierce goddess Kali reigned supreme. As the weight of his exile bore down upon him, Vikram's path became intertwined with three remarkable women – a woman whose life he had saved, another he had rescued from the clutches of a depraved trade, and the daughter of the temple's priest, all of whom harboured profound feelings for the fallen prince. Yet, Vikram's true destiny lay not in the pursuit of earthly affections but in the mastery of an ancient art – the path of cultivation. For he was among the most powerful warriors in the land, a prodigy whose potential had barely been tapped. As the three years of his exile drew to a close, he knew that he must advance his cultivation to realms uncharted, unlocking the secrets of energy manipulation and spiritual transcendence. The urgency of his quest was fueled by the looming threat of an ancient enemy – a sorcerer of unimaginable might who had once marshalled a force of 25 million troops and 2.5 lakh ghosts and jins against the very heart of India. This formidable adversary, whose name had been lost to the annals of history, had come perilously close to subjugating the nation, only to be thwarted by the heroic sacrifice of a South Indian prince and six others, who had given their lives to vanquish the invading horde. Among the few survivors of that cataclysmic battle was a messenger, entrusted with a secret message and a mystical ring, both of which he had delivered to the Zamorin lineage before breathing his last. The contents of that message remained a closely guarded secret, but it was whispered that it held the key to unravelling the sorcerer's true identity and the means to defeat him once and for all. As Vikram's exile drew to a close, he found himself at a crossroads – to embrace his destiny as a warrior of unparalleled prowess or to forsake his heritage and live a life of obscurity. The choice was his, but the fate of India, and perhaps the world, hung in the balance. With unwavering resolve, Vikram chose the path of the warrior, immersing himself in the ancient arts of cultivation and unlocking the secrets of mind, body and soul for his country and countrymen. In the climactic confrontation, Vikram stood face-to-face with the sorcerer, a being of immense power who had eluded death for centuries. Drawing upon the full might of his cultivation, Vikram unleashed a torrent of energy that shook the very foundations of reality. In a cataclysmic clash of wills, the sorcerer's ancient magic and Vikram's Cultivation prowess faced off. But little did they know, the understanding of the universal secret is a domain they hardly chartered
Kannanunni_K_S · 530 Views

Secrets of the Lonely

This is a rewrite of the previous novel by the same name. Just re-doing some of the plot because I was pretty unsatisfied with it and restarting was easier than editing entire chapters. - Enno 'I've seen suffering, and these people haven't even witnessed what it truly is. The true face of suffering comes in the form of the ones you trust the most. It lurks underneath your shadows, in your past. Hiding beneath the surface, just waiting to enrapture you. None of these students see it. They don't understand it as I do. It's not as simple as they seem to think. A killer on the loose scares them, but the look of disdain their parents give them after every failed test doesn't even phase them. Really, they should all be worried about what goes on behind closed doors. Aruna's father is a cheater, lying and gambling his way to fame. Takue's mother drowns her sorrows in liquor, attempting to forget her husband's suicide. Ayato's sister sleeps with a different guy every day in a desperate attempt to hold together her failing life. True suffering, the essence of which can't even be looked at in the eyes, hides from them, and they're too scared to even look it in the eyes.' I slammed my journal closed. I couldn't have spaced out for more than a few minutes. Guilt weighs on my mind, but I shove it down nonetheless. Emotions are worthless, set in place by a God that doesn't even care for you. Ahh...I guess school starts soon. Oh well, it'll be at least somewhat interesting, maybe.
Rhasha_Trulin · 266 Views

Canceled, See: Secrets of the Lonely

The Original title of this Novel was called: "Secrets of the Lonely" however, I am currently in the process of re-writing most of the novel's plot to be quite different. The name of the novel however, will remain the same. You can find another book written by me with this same synopsis and an actual cover. It will say it's the rewrite in the synopsis. 'I've seen suffering, and these people haven't even witnessed what it truly is. The true face of suffering comes in the form of the ones you trust the most. It lurks underneath your shadows, in your past. Hiding beneath the surface, just waiting to enrapture you. None of these students see it. They don't understand it as I do. It's not as simple as they seem to think. A killer on the loose scares them, but the look of disdain their parents give them after every failed test doesn't even phase them. Really, they should all be worried about what goes on behind closed doors. Aruna's father is a cheater, lying and gambling his way to fame. Takue's mother drowns her sorrows in liquor, attempting to forget her husband's suicide. Ayato's sister sleeps with a different guy every day in a desperate attempt to hold together her failing life. True suffering, the essence of which can't even be looked at in the eyes, hides from them, and they're too scared to even look it in the eyes.' I slammed my journal closed. I couldn't have spaced out for more than a few minutes. Guilt weighs on my mind, but I shove it down nonetheless. Emotions are worthless, set in place by a God that doesn't even care for you. Ahh...I guess school starts soon. Oh well, it'll be at least somewhat interesting, maybe.
Rhasha_Trulin · 8.8K Views
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