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Hallowed Be Thy Ashes

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost?
Giraffed899 · 1.9K Views

NIGHTS OF HALLOW

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.
Amzy_Bella · 902.1K Views

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Leor, a man with a poor background yet a good life with his siblings. One night, everything falls apart, all because of a nightmare, or was it really a nightmare? Join his journey to become an Aetherborn as he struggles to survive in a world filled with mysteries, extreme hierarchy, unfathomable power and dangers. ----------------------------------------------------------- Leor always had a thirst for something big, a grand purpose, but life was boring—just peace and quiet with his siblings. The world heard his pleas, as the night that changed everything forever came. Thrust into a realm of Aetherborns, gods, and monsters, Facing ruthless enemies and unimaginable horrors, all while struggling to protect the only family he has left. Oh, the peace he took for granted, Will he ever get it back? And what the hell is this man named Johan doing in his room naked? Johan thought waking up in a fantasy–Victorian-era world would be a dream come true. Well, dreams and nightmares are the same thing. Trapped in a world ruled by corruption and unnatural evil, he realizes this isn’t the adventure he imagined. All he wants is to go back home, back to the life of a high school boy, whose biggest problem was how to go out with his crush. After all this, that sounds like an unimaginable dream to him, But first, why is he even here? What in the hell is this world? In a world where power comes at a cost, survival is the greatest desire. Tags: #dark #Mystery #Tragic
Puffin_lore · 5.8K Views

The Hallowed World [Isekai Progression Fantasy]

He was summoned to this world to save it. He fought for it, to save his sister. Shawn was an emerging engineer before a portal pulled him and his cousin from Earth. He was told by the person who summoned him that they would save the world. Except, his summoner just used the last of her divinity to get him here, and they're outmatched against her insidious, power-hungry brother. He commands an army of zealots determined to make the world whole, or shatter what’s left of the hollow planet to pieces. But Shawn has a mission of his own, to find his sister, kidnapped to this strange planet of gods, magic and monsters. He makes a deal to help his depowered summoner, in exchange for helping launch a rescue mission, and imbues a dangerous power into himself. Now armed with the powers of fire, ice, and force, plus his engineering knowledge, he'll equip his friends with cutting-edge weapons and equipment inspired by Earth technology to give them the edge they need, and jump-start a magitech revolution. Shawn and his allies will delve deep into this nested realm of monsters, mysteries, and secrets, toward the core world in their efforts to confront a tyrant deity… Take flight into the depths of Remaria! What to expect: * A fantasy adventure into a fractured world, with detailed worldbuilding and complex characters. The main POV is Shawn for 80-90% of the story. * Progression elements are more than numbers--allies will bond, powers will grow, and tech will advance. * Violence and danger are lurking elements in Remaria, as are mysteries and secrets buried within the depths of the world. * Rating: PG-13. There's violence, the heroes have old wounds in their past, and some language. Expect some sensual content of a non-explicit kind down the line. * This story is a somewhat slow burn. The characters will keep progressing, as will the dangers they face.
Magius_Swiftscale_6066 · 2.4K Views
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