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Rebirth As The Asura Prince

Greek x Norse Mythology Included (This Story Takes Place In AU So, Don't Expect To Go Things As It Was In the Original Ramayana.) In a mystical tale set against the backdrop of the ancient Treta Yuga during the time of the Ramayana, 'Rebirth As The Asura Prince' unfolds the extraordinary journey of a young boy named Indrajit. Fate takes a dramatic turn as Indrajit is unexpectedly reincarnated as Meghnad, the formidable and powerful son of the Asura king Ravana. As the stage is set for the colossal war between the forces of good and evil, tensions mount, and the anticipation of the impending conflict looms large. Indrajit, now reborn as Meghnad, grapples with the weight of his newfound identity. The boy who once lived a mundane life is thrust into the epicenter of the greatest war of the era, the war that will determine the fate of gods and demons. Caught between his past and present, Meghnad faces a moral dilemma. Will he blindly follow the path of his demonic lineage, or will he forge his own destiny? As the war drums echo across the land and alliances are tested, Meghnad must navigate treacherous waters, battling external foes and inner demons that threaten to consume him. Disclaimer: Remember, This is fanfiction of Ramayana. Not "Original" Ramayana. I have no intention to harm anyone's religious belief, I am just writing a what-if story from my perspective. If you don't like it, I kindly request you not read this further. 7 Chapters/Week Minimum.
Suryaputra_Karna01 · 100.4K Views

Incarnation of Lord Vishnu

At the foot of Mount Mandala, where the morning mist dances with the whisper of the wind, the village of Tirta Suci stands in sacred silence. The clear river sparkles like glass, reflecting the shadows of the mountains, while the dense forest surrounding it whispers ancient tales of the gods. In this place, time feels like it slows down, as if the earth itself has stopped breathing, waiting for something great to happen. Arya, a simple young man with eyes as sharp as stars, seemed lost in his dreams. Every night he was haunted by visions: a burning battlefield, a golden chakra spinning in his hand, and a grand voice whispering, "Arise, O protector of the world." However, when he woke up, only silence answered. On the back of his hand, a chakra-shaped birthmark glowed faintly, as if it were a reminder of an unavoidable destiny. On the other hand, Laksmi, the village chief's daughter, looked at Arya with eyes that radiated more than just admiration. There was a conviction within her that the seemingly fragile young man harbored a strength capable of shaking the world. He knew that Arya's destiny was greater than what met the eye. With her gentle smile, Laksmi often said, "You were not born to hide, Arya. The world needs you." However, the peace of Tirta Suci Village did not last long. The blue sky turned gray as a dark shadow emerged from the forest. The Raksaka forces, with glowing red eyes and blood-soaked tridents, stormed the village mercilessly. The ground trembled, trees fell, and the screams of the villagers shattered the silence. Amidst the chaos, Arya stood, his body trembling, but in his eyes shone something different a spark of courage he had never realized before. As he raised his hand, the chakra mark on his back emitted a blinding light. In an instant, a golden beam shot forth, destroying the shadow army in front of him. Everyone fell silent, including Arya himself. He stared at his hand, which was now glowing, as if a great power was flowing through his veins. Laksmi whispered, almost inaudible amidst the roar: "You are the incarnation of Lord Vishnu." Amidst the blackened ashes and the gloomy sky, Arya knew his life would never be the same again.
Oyex_Sabiansyah · 3.5K Views

Bloody Christmas

It was supposed to be a night like any other, but when Ezekiel Kane stumbled into a cursed ritual on Christmas Eve, the world as we know it shattered. He never meant to open it—never meant to unleash the darkness that had been sealed away for millennia. But some powers are too terrible to be contained forever, and the Devil’s breath—an ancient, apocalyptic force—was waiting for the right moment to break free. That moment is now. The night sky bleeds with blood-red clouds, and the earth trembles as unspeakable creatures rise from the abyss. Ancient gods descend to reclaim what is theirs—humanity’s last breath. The dead walk again, and the world is drowning in its own terror. There is no safety. There is no escape. As Ezekiel becomes the unwitting vessel of this cosmic nightmare, his body and soul are torn apart by forces beyond comprehension. His connection to the Book of Shadows gives him power—but that power comes at a price. The line between man and monster blurs as he struggles to control the hellish abilities coursing through his veins, knowing that every use of his power brings him closer to becoming the very thing he fears. Haunted by the ghosts of those he’s damned and stalked by a god who seeks to consume him, Ezekiel is dragged deeper into a nightmare where sanity is the first casualty, and death is only the beginning. With the help of Mara, a mysterious, fierce ally hiding secrets of her own, Ezekiel must fight to survive against horrors that defy all logic. But the gods are not the only threat. There are darker things waiting—things that were never meant to walk this earth. As the night grows colder and the horrors mount, Ezekiel realizes the truth: the Devil’s breath isn’t just the death of the world—it’s the birth of something far worse. A reckoning is coming. The sky will burn. The earth will crack. And when the last breath is drawn, no one will be left standing.
I_Am_King_Henry · 1.2K Views

Unexpected Romance: Love $ Hustle

Twenty-eight year old Delilah Sterling, has perfected the art of being a respectable realtor by day, and a professional gold digger by night. Delilah believes she has her double life under control. Her meticulously crafted life crumbles when she wakes up one morning with a wedding band on her finger, a marriage certificate on the table, and a sinfully gorgeous man claiming to be her husband. To make matters worse, he is broke and jobless, making her feel trapped in a surreal nightmare. Desperate for escape, Delilah demands a divorce, but the stranger—insisting he wants to stay married—thwarts every attempt. Frustration and confusion mount until Delilah hatches a new plan: she proposes they team up to con her next target, the elusive billionaire, Hunter Quinn. What Delilah doesn't realize is that her "broke husband" is actually Hunter Quinn himself. Billionaire CEO, Hunter Quinn, having discovered Delilah’s intentions to con him, had decided to outplay her at her own game. Hunter agrees to the partnership, and together they plunge into a high-stakes game of deceit. As they plot and scheme, the lines between pretense and reality blur. Their forced proximity ignites an unexpected chemistry, leading to moments of vulnerability and genuine connection neither anticipated. Caught in a whirlwind of deception, passion, and power plays, Delilah grapples with their growing feelings. As their con deepens, she must confront the ultimate question: Can she open her heart to love and trust again? ****Exerpt**** Delilah’s eyes darted to the marriage certificate again, the official seal glaring back at her. Her fingers itched to tear it apart, to make this nightmare disappear. But deep down, she knew that wouldn’t change anything. “I don’t remember,” she whispered, more to herself than to him. “I don’t remember any of it.” Blake nodded as if he had expected this reaction. “That is expected. You had a lot to drink last night.” he fished out a phone from the back pocket of his trousers, opened it. “Here, this is us celebrating, after we got married last night,” he said, showing her a picture. Delilah’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at the photo. It was indeed her. “How?” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I don’t remember any of this.” “It was a wild night,” he said softly. Perhaps she had married Blake because he was wealthy. That would be the only logical reason for her to make such a blunder. There was hope, she thought, as she clung to the possibility of salvaging something from this disaster. Turning to him, she forced a smile, “Is this your house? Are we in your house?” She asked, looking around the bedroom. Blake shook his head, “No. This is a hotel,” he said, and she nodded. “I see. It looks like quite an expensive hotel,” she observed, “What do you do for a living?” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady as she searched his eyes for any hint of affluence. Blake hesitated, his confident demeanor faltering for the first time. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m... in between jobs,” he stuttered, avoiding her gaze. Delilah’s heart sank, disappointment crashing over her like a wave. “In between jobs?” she echoed, her voice tinged with disbelief. Blake seemed to sense her dismay. “I know it doesn’t sound great,” he said quickly, trying to reassure her. “But I’m working on a few things. I just need a little more time.” “You’re jobless,” she muttered to herself as reality sunk in. “How did you pay for this room? For the wedding bands?” She asked, and he winced. “I didn’t. You did,” he said, and she collapsed on the bed. (PS: Cover photo isn’t mine. Credit to the real owner)
Miss_Behaviour · 617.4K Views

UNLOCKING BITCOIN RECOVERY WITH, DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY

Falling for a cryptocurrency scam can be one of the most tormenting experiences you can imagine. It’s a whirlwind of false promises and dire financial repercussions. I was swept up in that chaotic storm, lured in by a slick website and glossy testimonials that gleamed with potential. They promised me unprecedented returns on my investment—an eye-popping 240,000 USD. The siren song of wealth was intoxicating, urging me to dive deeper into this seemingly golden opportunity. But just as I embraced what I thought was my financial freedom, the reality unveiled itself like a cruel trick: endless demands for payments under a multitude of pretexts that only the scammers could understand. The anguish began to mount as I found myself borrowing money from friends and family, all lured in by the false hopes that clouded my judgment.  Reach out with  WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886  Email @ digitaltechguard.com  Telegram: digitaltechguardrecovery.com website link:: https://digitaltechguard.com It was during those darkest hours that a beacon of hope emerged: a friend recommended Digital Tech Guard Recovery, specialists in retrieving lost or hacked cryptocurrencies. They promised careful expertise and a determination to recover what felt lost forever. It felt like a sigh of relief amidst a tempest of despair. With their guidance, I started the painstaking journey of reclaiming my investment. They navigated complexities that left me bewildered, connecting dots I hadn’t even seen. Each step forward, each financial recovery felt like lifting blindfolds from my eyes. By the time I started to see results, I was beginning to wrestle control back from those heartless scammers. I couldn’t live in the shadows of despair any longer, and with Digital Tech Guard Recovery at my side, I regained not just my lost funds, but also a sense of security that had been stripped away. No one should have to face the torment of such treachery alone. As I reflect on this experience, the importance of vigilance and informed investments resonates deeply within me. If you find yourself caught in a similar labyrinth of betrayal, seek help—there is hope even when a fraud seems insurmountable.
Walter_Ronald · 164 Views

Veils of Destiny

Omolola Ajibade is a stunning 24-year-old woman who epitomises beauty, strength, and a fervent dedication to social justice in the bustling city of Ibadan, Nigeria. A fervent philanthropist and manager in her family's enormous business empire, she dedicates her life to improving the lives of impoverished kids in her neighbourhood. But underneath her composed exterior is a turbulent secret: she is secretly in love with a recent University of Lagos graduate without a job, a love that is unrecognised and unreturned. When Omolola's parents start pressuring her into an arranged marriage because they want a union that fits with their social standing and family values, her life takes a complex turn. Her mother, Ayinke, is graceful and supportive but constrained by tradition, and her father, Abolaji Ajibade, is a successful businessman with strong political connections. Omolola struggles with the tension between her family's aspirations and her own needs for independence and love as she negotiates the expectations put on her. As the story unfolds, Omolola discovers that her love interest has a hidden identity—he comes from a wealthy family that has fallen from grace. Her feelings are exacerbated by this discovery as she struggles with betrayal and trust issues. When political intrigue emerges and it becomes clear that her arranged marriage is a component of a bigger plot involving her father's connections, the pressure increases. The complexity of love versus duty is explored in Veils of Destiny, which is interwoven with themes of cultural identity, feminism, and the fight for autonomy. The pressure mounts as political intrigue surfaces and it becomes evident that her arranged marriage is part of a larger scheme involving her father's connections. Omolola sets out on a quest for self-discovery amid enigmatic deaths connected to her father's past and the appearance of magical components that influence her choices. She encounters unforeseen difficulties, such as an unintended pregnancy and a romantic triangle that makes her rethink her goals in life. As Omolola strives to carve out her own path amidst familial loyalty and societal pressures, Veils of Destiny invites readers into a world where tradition clashes with modernity, and where the pursuit of true love becomes a powerful act of rebellion. Will Omolola find the courage to follow her heart and redefine what it means to be free?
Ajani_Musa · 9.1K Views

Stolen by the Rebel King

As a princess who could not wield magic, Princess Daphne’s only value to her kingdom was her arranged marriage. The task was simple, but when Daphne was kidnapped and brought to the cold mountains of Vramid, she realized that she was in over her head. She had heard of these cursed mountains before― rocky terrain, freezing temperatures, and the land was ruled by a man feared by many within the continent. King Atticus Heinvres, the blood-thirsty ruler of the North. Even though she had never met him before, tales were spread of King Atticus’s ruthlessness. Some said he was a monster, others claimed he was the devil himself, but whatever the story was, everyone knew of the man who had powers beyond anyone’s imagination. He could topple armies and crumble nations with just one wave of his hand, aided by what others rumored to be a cursed obsidian ring. No one outside of Vramid had ever met the fearsome king before. Not until Daphne. However, upon meeting the formidable man, Daphne found out that the king might not really be the monster others had claimed him to be. In fact, what was hidden under that obsidian shield could just be a diamond in the rough. ― [Excerpt] “Now… where should I put you both?” he asked casually, not expecting a reply. “It’s regretful that I only have one chandelier.” “Underneath my bed? No, no, too dirty. My dust bunnies don’t deserve this,” Atticus mused to himself. “The mantlepiece? How about the vanity table? I suppose if I lop off one of your heads I could mount it over… Wife, which head do you want to stare at while you do your hair?” “Atticus!” Daphne screamed. “I don’t want any heads! Let them go.” “Fair enough.” Atticus shrugged, and flicked his fingers. There were two identical cracks as both necks snapped at once. Daphne gasped, horrified. This man, her husband, had just killed two men with a flick of his finger, as though he was snuffing out candles. “I told you to let them go!” Daphne cried out. “Yes, I let them go,” Atticus said. Then, his eyes darkened. “To receive divine judgment from the heavens.” ― Discord Server: https://discord.gg/7HAMK2bRYU Spin-off/Prequel: The Hidden King's Stolen Wife (WIP)
saltedpepper · 2.2M Views

I Can Do it

For a certain LoL competition, a certain online streamer famous for pissing people off was currently explaining and broadcasting it at the same time. Streamer: This support, so tr*sh. Streamer: If that jungler was my teammate, I would already be idling at the fountain and playing piano for him by now. Streamer: I recommend that this player go back and properly practice how to last hit. Audience: What bullshit! If you’re any better, then you do it! Streamer: I, your dad, really can do it. Audience: Okokok. If you can do it then I’ll chop off my head so you can kick it. A few months later, the LPL’s veteran pro team TTC announced a new mid laner. A boy with flashy blue hair appeared in front of the audience and played Zed to utter perfection, killing everyone he saw, causing all the female fans to begin toeing the line of infidelity. During the MVP interview after the match, everyone held their breath and eagerly watched this newcomer. Only to see the boy accept the microphone, smile and ask, “That water friend with the StarTV user ID ‘Suburb King 101,’ my team’s address is on the official website, when will you be mailing your head over?” … After a certain regular season match finished, the staff member went backstage to urge the team members to go onstage and conduct their interviews, only to see TTC’s new mid laner and jungler standing in the corner. TTC’s number one ace · jungler daddy Road pressed their team’s new mid laner Soft against the wall. He lowered his eyes and asked slowly, “In the interview later, do you know what to do?” That quick-tempered mid laner, who had solidified his image as a troll in the audience’s eyes the very first time he went on stage, was currently blushing completely red. “I know. I won’t curse at anyone… I definitely won’t curse at anyone.”
hdwhisbxam · 54.7K Views

Celestial Academy of Mystics

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe. What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years. Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him. Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right? But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence. Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life! Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.
Percy_Seacrest · 205.1K Views

Beyond The Sacred Peak : Gateway to Cultivation

Bhoumik, a reserved and resourceful young man, reunites with his old friends for a long-overdue trip to the legendary Mount Kailash, a sacred site steeped in myths of divine power and eternal balance. But what begins as a casual adventure takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious old man gifts Bhoumik a strange pendant—a lotus-shaped relic brimming with secrets. As the group ventures deeper into the mystical terrain, the pendant begins to reveal its enigmatic power, connecting Bhoumik to the twin lakes of Manasarovar and Rakshastal, said to embody the forces of creation and destruction. Strange phenomena follow him, and an innocent moment of curiosity sets off a chain of events that traps the group in a hidden realm beneath the mountain. In this unfamiliar world of cultivators, ancient sects, and celestial conflicts, Bhoumik must navigate a path fraught with danger and intrigue. As he uncovers the truth about the pendant’s origins, he realizes it holds the power to shape the fate of both realms—a power coveted by allies and enemies alike. With his friends by his side, including the brave yet playful Riddhi and the gentle-hearted Sachi, Bhoumik faces trials that test not only his growing abilities but also his deepest emotions. Along the way, he forms unexpected bonds, even with those who start as enemies, and discovers that his destiny may be tied to the balance of creation and destruction itself. But as forces beyond comprehension close in, Bhoumik must decide: will he embrace the pendant’s immense power to protect those he loves, or will it consume him and the world around him? Supreme Ruler of Creation and Destruction is a thrilling tale of transmigration, cultivation, and the eternal struggle between light and shadow. It weaves intense action, mystical intrigue, and heartfelt relationships into an epic journey that explores the limits of power, fate, and human connection.
heavenly_dao_king · 1.7K Views
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