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Why Is Angel Dust In Hell

An angel‘s road to hell

What happens if the one transcendent being that cares for mortals fell and got a second chance in a world full of magic, intrigue and possibly even friendships? Does the past determine the future or are we all able to pick our own destiny? An angel, one of the two nigh immortal species in existence, has been hunted and killed by his own kind because he wasn’t prepared to watch silently while his people followed their own desires to whatever end. When, against all odds, he opened his eyes again, he was someone else, his past and powers hidden deep within him. On an ancient world, with advanced magic but medieval technology, he was reborn as Cassandra Pendragon, the youngest daughter of one of the five royal families on Boseiju, the home of the fox tribe, the kitsune. As she grew up, who she was and who she had been, started shaping her future. Forgotten friends and unknown enemies began knocking at her door and while she struggled to find her way between the past and the present, the winds of war were already blowing across her home. I‘ll try to publish at least 2 chapters a week, probably more. The first story arc is pretty much mapped out. Should be around 150 or 160 chapters for the first volume (it’s taking much longer than I expected) and the second one is nearly finished as well. Try it, it should be one hell of a ride. One more thing: the first two chapters are more or less a prologue and if you want to, you can skip them, I wouldn’t recommend it, though. The writing style as well as the perspective shifts dramatically, afterwards. As for trigger warnings: it’s going to get gory from time to time, and the MC often has to pay a toll in blood. Additionally there are -mildly- sexualised scenes, once in a while, but nothing graphic. Lastly, somewhen webnovel changed the description box from female lead to female oriented. It’s mandatory and I can’t change it either way but I have no clue if the book is catering male or female preferences. I hope the description above makes up for whatever confusion it might cause.
David_Amann · 833K Views

Dust of the Shattered Realms

What if all the stories you’ve ever read, all the words that shaped your life, weren’t random at all? What if every tale, every book, every page, was leading you toward something far darker, something you never saw coming? And what if “this story,” the one you’re reading now, isn’t just about Alex Müller? What if it’s about ‘you’ too? What if everything in your life, up until this moment, was pulling you here? To him. You might think you’re just a passive observer, but what if you’re not? What if, hidden in the shadows of every chapter, your presence is felt? You’re more than just a bystander. You’re part of this. You’re here for a reason. Alex Müller, a boy caught in a world of hunters, monsters, and fate’s cruel game, doesn’t know it yet, but his path is crossing with yours. And the more you watch, the more you realize… you can feel it. His fate intertwining with yours. The darkness. The whispers. The pull. Sometimes, you’ll hear a distant voice, a moment when you, the reader, have power over the world unfolding before you. What if your choices, no matter how small, can shape Alex’s fate? What if the words on these pages aren’t just words, but your key to changing everything? You are not just reading. You are “there”. And sometimes, you’re more than that. A fleeting presence, a shadow in Alex’s world, felt but rarely seen. Your choices, your influence—they’re real. They’re part of the twisted game that’s unfolding. In a world where hunters battle monsters and a broken system rules, the lines between fate and free will blur. Can you trust your decisions? Can you even trust what’s real? This isn’t just Alex’s story. It’s YOURS too. And as you journey alongside him, the question remains: What if you’ve been led here for a reason? What if you’re not just observing, but shaping the fate that awaits? What if every story you’ve lived through was guiding you toward this moment? Is it fate, or is it something darker?Or maybe it’s just randomness—unpredictable, unexplainable, and yet... here you are WELCOME TO THE SHOW!
invalid_username77 · 21.6K Views

Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
_Zale_ · 7.1K Views
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