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The Forgotten Light

Fragments of Eternity When memories are the key, but each shard brings pain. In a fractured world where ancient magic collides with futuristic technology, memories are more than echoes of the past—they are weapons, currency, and the fabric of reality itself. Society is divided between the Memory Keepers, who wield the power to preserve and manipulate memories, and the Shattered, victims of a mysterious plague that fragments minds and unleashes uncontrollable abilities. Kael Ardyn, a Memory Keeper haunted by his own amnesia, wields a relic blade that can absorb fragments of memories from those he defeats. When he crosses paths with Lyra Veyne, a Shattered with rare and volatile powers, their fates become intertwined. A fragment of Lyra’s memory reveals a haunting connection between them—and a glimpse of the growing Void, an enigmatic force that consumes memories and threatens to erase all existence. Pursued by Zarek Kaelthorne, a tyrannical ruler who weaponizes forbidden memory extraction, and guided by the cryptic warnings of an enigmatic figure known only as the Weaver, Kael and Lyra embark on a perilous journey. Together, they uncover the dark truths of their pasts, the origins of the Void, and their roles in its creation. As the Void spreads, devouring entire regions, Kael and Lyra must piece together their fragmented memories, even as the truth threatens to destroy them. But the price of stopping the Void is steep, and the line between salvation and annihilation blurs with every step. In this tale of power, betrayal, and the haunting weight of remembrance, Fragments of Eternity explores whether the past is worth reclaiming—and what it means to truly remember.
DaoistXmuWTK · 1K Views

Twin Reincarnation: Epics Of The Worldline

Warning!: There might be some 'red' graphic chapters. Suggestion: The main tags are #Reincarnation, #System, #R18. MCs practically aren't heroes but defidefinitely crazy in many ways. * Two people, different from each other and yet quite similar. Unique, and still strangely too compatible. Special on their own, yet when together, nothing might possibly defeat them... Inseparable, even through the vicious cycle of life and death. Intelligent and wise, so much so that the whole world might envy her gift. Stubborn and gentle but a perseverance so great that even geniuses would long for his finesse. They were special. And they were also together. So the bitchy world got jealous and played his dirty tricks infamous throughout the countless tales of the world. They were amazing, but at the end of the day, they were mortals, bound by the inseparable chains of death. So... just when they finally felt like they had everything they could ever wish for, the bastard gave them the ultimate gift and curse—a miserable end. They died, but it wasn't the end of story though. Death wasn't enough to separate the two stubborn individuals. They were reincarnated after cutting off the strings of fate but still, the world was a bitch, and doing nasty things was its calling. They found each other again in a familiar world this time. From the start too. They were happy for a moment but then they found out... they looked too alike to ignore. The world was a jealous bitcha and they were most likely twins. (Yeah... they still love each other.) It would have been more than enough to separate two people with normal thinking, no? Alas for the world, they were anything but normal... * Expect some bad things and some good things. I'm humbly open to any and all suggestions and some actually good ones might actually get mentions in the story. The updates might not be consistent till May because of my very good (so good I want to punish the higher ups like El) Uni stuff. I will do my best and all but hey, I'm hoping this one will be good. Try it if anything caught your attention. * (Ch. Name)* = Little inappropriate content, strong language. (Ch. Name)** = Actual pink stuff. (Blush). You know... what people might like. #(Ch. Name) = Graphic content. Read at your own risk (Red chapters). * Every 201 PS: 1 bonus chapter by the end of week. Every 30 GT: 1 bonus chapter by the end of week. Every gift worth 1000 coin: 1 bonus chapter by the end of week. Every gift worth 5000 coin: 3 bonus chapters as fast as I can.
H2Oz_Anxious · 1.2M Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 21.1K Views
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