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Iron Spell

In Concordia, a man’s fate is decided before he is even born. Rank, profession, future… everything is predetermined in a prosperous and orderly society where magic is a tool of control, and freedom is an illusion. But when Bastien’s world collapses, he realizes that nothing is set in stone—least of all his destiny. Thrown into a world where only the cunning survive, he discovers a magical affinity no one should possess. Now, he must outthink before being outplayed, strike before being struck, facing enemies who can bend reality with a mere gesture. Deceptive illusions, devastating enchantments, battles where raw energy becomes a weapon—every fight is a deadly dance where the smallest mistake could mean death. But the more he fights, the more he realizes that magic itself seems to respond to his presence, as if something—or someone—has been waiting for his awakening. By pushing past every limit, he may soon reach a point of no return… and when that happens, nothing will be able to stop the fall. How far can one go before they destroy the world? What to Expect in The Iron SpellDystopian Fantasy World – A society where magic is controlled and questioning authority is a crime.Weak-to-Strong Protagonist – From an obedient student to a hunted fugitive seeking the truth.Techno-Magic System – A fusion of ancient magic and high-tech machinery.Political Intrigue & Rebellion – Secrets hidden within the archives, and a regime built on lies.Mystery & Forbidden Knowledge – The truth about the Holy War that erased a kingdom from history.Psychological Depth – Mind games, indoctrination, and the cost of free will.Explosive Combat – Tactical magic duels, techno-enhanced warfare, and illusions versus brute force.A Web of Manipulation – Who is truly an ally, and who is just another pawn of the system? Youtube Chanel: https://www.youtube.com/@FantasyWebnovel
Mohammed_Ngom · 1.1K Views

imperial celestial

Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits. Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way. Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury. Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price. As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying. In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad
kaidoakario · 4.7K Views

Love Of Iron and Steel (BL)

This is a world where pain is someone else's pleasure, and pleasure sometimes leads to the worst pain. This is a dystopian world where the kingdom of Orin, a large kingdom that rules across seas of land, protects itself from the outside world by its large walls--known as the Iron of Orin. It's been decades since the people of the kingdom have even heard of stories of other's venturing outside of the wall--what's beyond it? What is the kingdom hiding so ruthlessly that it's forbidden to cross over to the other side? One man is quite curious of the wonders and evils that await beyond that wall, but he has other worries to--well--worry about. Introducing Alaric William Smith, a man known to be one of the greatest inventors of his generation. He's tall, smart, handsome, a bit mad (as inventors usually are), and a pocket full of sunshine that grabs the attention of many. Only problem is, he ends of receiving the attention of the dark Mage of the Tower, Maggie, who yearns for his love and hand in marriage, something he really doesn't want to give, yet may have to if Maggie earns the King and Queen's blessing. Desperate for a solution, Alaric needs to find a way out if this situation, and fast. Oddly enough, it just so happens that Madam Bigod, a woman known for her unamused expression and callous nature, offers him a deal--persuade her pure son to indulge in romance with Alaric, and she'll bestow upon him any desire Alaric wishes. Oh, there is a bit of another problem that leaves Alaric in a bit of a pinch--it so happens that Madam Bigod isn't talking about her eldest son Cedar, but her youngest, Joan, Commander of the White Lilies and known to be the most coldest, ruthless man in the kingdom. Alaric has a lot on his plate, and it starts with capturing the steel heart of Commander Joan Agnes Bigod.
Blaxk_ · 2.3K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 9.6K Views

Reborn as the Iron Queen: Love and Gunpowder in the Civil War

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.
Cyrusngoo · 5.3K Views
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