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Gary Faith The Unholy Trinity

The Soul Reborn: From Silence to Sovereignty

Death came swiftly, but instead of peace, there was pain. The next breath belonged to a broken noble girl named Seraphina. Beaten, discarded, and left to die by the very family meant to protect her. This second chance was something I had always wanted, but not in the body of someone so fragile. Navigating this world is like walking a battlefield. Nobles lie through smiles, and power alone decides who gets to breathe another day. Vulnerability is a constant, and trust is something even rarer. And yet, survival became possible because he found me. Noah Velmoure… Someone who appeared cold to everyone, an untouchable presence that people feared. His power could bring down kingdoms, yet every gesture was in my favor. Problems vanish before they ever arrive. Commands are carried out without question. No threat ever reaches me. My past still lingers, echoing with memories of a life once lived as a man in a world that never saw me as anything more than a burden. This connection defies reason. Part of me resists, caught between what once was and what feels undeniably wrong. The other begins to soften, holding on to the hope that maybe this is something I’ve always needed. A quiet part of me starts to wonder if this life could offer more than I ever expected. Survival came first. Then came stability, the quiet steps toward something stronger. In time, I would find myself and rise to heights I never thought possible. *** This story is fully in the POV of Seraphina. I wont be jumping around at all and the reader will only understand what she knows. I've already completed the rough draft of the entire novel, so look forward to a completed book after edited. This story was by far my favorite to write and I can't wait for everyone else to enjoy it. Check out my patreon if you want faster chapters. I will be publishing the story ten to fifteen chapters ahead. https://www.patreon.com/c/KitsuneGary9
Kitsune_Gary · 33.3K Views

Sparks and Shadows

She was supposed to inherit an empire, not survive a scandal. He was supposed to stay in the shadows, not fall for the girl he met in the dark... But some shadows burn brighter than sparks. -------- Heiress Isabella Montez has spent the past few years of her life looking perfect, playing obedient, and carrying the weight of a powerful name - Boss bitch mode she called it. Until a scandal explodes - leaking explicit content online - and the world turns cruel. The cameras want blood. Her father wants silence. And Isabella? She wants to breathe again. Enter Harry Danvers - cold-eyed, brutally efficient, and infamously private. Harry Danvers doesn't do mess. Not emotions. Not people. Not women like Isabella. But when fate drops her into his world again - raw, furious, and unraveling - he finds himself doing the one thing he swore never to do again: stay. He says he's here to protect her. She says she doesn't need saving. But some scars don't heal until they're seen. Slow-burn. Tension-heavy. Past scars. Dark truths. Haunted souls. Emotional intimacy. One scandal that changes everything and the quiet way people begin to hope again - even in the aftermath. If you love broken characters who don't know they're saving each other and the kind of longing that doesn't ask for permission - Sparks and Shadows is your next obsession. If you like what I've written, please comment, like, collect and review, and I'll be sure to reply. If you want to interact — which I would really love — this is my handles: https://www.instagram.com/meso_faith9 https://www.tiktok.com/@meso_faith I'm not really a social media butterfly and had only recently joined the above platforms but I would really love to hear from y'all. Have a day as lovely as you are!
meso_Faith · 6.3K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 31K Views

Nephalem Ascension: Feast of the Unholy

In a world divided between light and darkness, a hero’s fate had twisted into a tale of insatiable desire and forbidden ecstasy. Azariel, the legendary warrior who had slain the Demon King after decades of brutal war, had finally met his end—or so he thought. But instead of the peaceful afterlife he had expected, he awakened in the radiant domain of Sol, the Goddess of the Sun. She had offered him paradise, the chance to ascend as an angel, a reward for his valor. Yet Azariel had known the truth: Sol was no benevolent deity, but a parasite who had orchestrated the endless war to gorge herself on human suffering. Refusing to be her pawn, he had turned to forbidden magic—binding her in an act of defiance and... Well, he used her to graduate from his virginity before truly dying. Yet, death was not the end for Azariel. He awakens again, this time transformed into a Nephalem—a being of both light and darkness, forever altered by the forces he once fought against. Stranded in the fiery depths of Hell, Azariel must navigate his new reality as a succubus, a creature of lust and temptation. With his core shattered and time running out, he embarks on a desperate quest to heal himself through acts of unbridled lust. Will he survive? Can a former hero and a man, now trapped in the body of a succubus, spread his legs and allow others to penetrate the depths of his newfound femininity to the damned? To feed on their life essence and heal his damaged core, because if he can't, his existence will come to a true and final end. ... [Warning: This story contains heavy R-18 sexual content, including heavy gore, BDSM, Fetish , Beastiality; futanari, Incest, kink, breeding, and more. Read at your own risk.] Support: patreon.com/Midnight_Paradox Discord: https://discord.gg/NBqGDtmxnp
Midnight_Paradox · 58K Views

I Farm Demons : Unholy Necromancer In the Apocalypse

In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by war with demonic forces, civilization as it once existed is all but gone.  In its place, a new order had emerged, with humans developing magical abilities as each generation passed.  To ensure the survival of their species, society had been divided into Circles, with each member guaranteed a specific job once they reached the age of eighteen. Xylon Sinclair was an orphan with a limited affinity for magic, and he had been reincarnated as a punishment for his past deeds.  In a former life, he was Zephyr, a powerful demon who served the mighty Balthyrov, the Lord of Demons, until he became a perceived threat. He got killed mercilessly and got forced to reincarnate as a fragile human being as a punishment. Upon reaching the age of eighteen, Xylon was told that he will become a Soul Keeper, a role that he knew nothing about. Despite his confusion, he had no choice but to accept this position.  However, rather than following the status quo, Xylon experimented with the system, using his formal knowledge about the demon realm to resurrect demons from thousands of years ago.  What had started as a mere curiosity soon turned into an obsession for Xylon.  He was fascinated by the power that he could wield by bringing the ancient demons back from the dead.  It was as if he had discovered a new realm of possibilities that he had never imagined before. And then, he started to dream bigger... Xylon Sinclair wanted to rule over both realms, human and demon realm... //////////////// For those who wanted to contact me, here is my discord : Yoonaas#3976 p.s: the cover is purely mine , and it is made solely for this webnovel, it shows Zephyr. Well, i don't allow anyone to use it, it is purely made for "i farm demons" . + all the art you see in the comments is original and purely made for this book. my server :https://discord.gg/2X4kTvDUSu
Yonaas · 1.5M Views
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