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Gears of Eternity: The Anvil of Souls

Gears of Eternity: The Anvil of Souls A Steam-Punk Odyssey Where Broken Gears Birth New Gods IN THE YEAR OF COGWORK 237, When the Eternal Forge explodes, unleashing ERROR#47 corruption chains across three realms, blacksmith Aiden Anvil discovers his split iris holds more than 24 personalities—it's a cosmic forge where each fractured soul can reshape reality. THE CLOCKWORK APOCALYPSE BEGINS WHEN: Steam City's Blueflame Court orders mass memory purges through dwarf-crafted "Soul Crystals" The Dwarven Kingdom's star-map traps reveal mathematical plagues devouring constellations God's Klein Bottle Defense starts birthing stillborn galaxies in Vivian's stardust-woven womb TO SURVIVE THE FOURTH INDUSTRIAL APOCALYPSE, AIDEN MUST: Master weapons that bleed memories: Spring's Sakura Bow (each petal steals a lover's whisper) Winter's Ice Caliper (measures time in dying star tremors) Navigate warped battlefields where: Every gear turn in Steam Court overwrites someone's identity Memory Mines convert thoughts into combustible currency Celestial Forges demand sacrificial equations written in bone Choose between: Purifying Vivian's cosmic pregnancy (triggering Geneva Convention's Anti-Messiah Clause) Letting his 13th personality forge the "Perfect Machine Heart" (erasing human flaws... and humanity) WITNESS THE GRAND MECHANISM CRUMBLE WHEN: Ash Elin's ERROR#47 chains rewrite reality's source code (Ch.35 Airship Inferno) Rusty Maggie auctions the last antidote for mathematical plagues (Ch.180 Black Market Requiem) The final showdown at Corrupted Zodiac Forge demands payment in paradoxes (Ch.200 Eternity's Blueprint) THIS IS NOT A STEAM-AGE REBELLION. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN GOD'S TOOLBOX FALLS INTO BROKEN HANDS. "A masterwork where Blake's 7th forge meets Gibson's neural lace." — SteamPunk Quarterly
Emilia_fisher · 2.5K Views

Ascension of the Dark Seraph

Crossers invaded the world and thrust Humanity into an interworld conflict. Humanity's instinct for survival was stimulated—rekindling the ancestral bloodline's legacy that lies dormant within them. Vampires, Elves, and even Demons were not mere figures of fantasy, but rather the true ancestors of Humanity in ages past. Thus, Hybrids were reintroduced to the world. Lucivar Asarafall, a man of humble origin—failed to awaken his bloodline. Despite his good deeds, his family loathed him. In his final trial, he swore to succeed but fate intervened, he was chosen as the monthly sacrifice for his city. In a near-death experience, his bloodline awakened, an Angel. A turning point in his life, but soon he realized that he was not the Angel he thought to be. In a world where the rulers were descendants of Dracula, the Dark Prince—or Chi Long, the Inferno King, the bloodline of malevolent beings from realms beyond mortal comprehension coursed through Lucivar's veins. While others became Hybrids, Lucivar became the messenger of Evil Gods, a False Angel. "Who cares about good or evil? If I kill someone wicked, it's a win, one less rival in my way. If I kill someone noble, it is still a win—the world would've consumed them sooner or later. So why not let it happen by my hand? After all, I'm more practical. I became stronger and you get a painless death, win-win" ——— Very manipulative and unhinged MC, be warned. He's a slave to the Evil Gods. A trickster God. An arrogant God. A chaotic God. A wrathful God. A puritanical God. Read to find who these Gods are! ——— Author Note: Not for those who want fast development from the start but if you want good characters, then this is your novel! Chapter 1 to 22 will be focused on the MC's descent to villainous but once it kicks off, you won't be disappointed!
Mrboogey13 · 271.8K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1M Views

Hunter of the Dark Lands

Ray was one of humanity’s strongest hunters, a seasoned warrior who had survived countless battles. At 67 years old, he finally stood victorious over the greatest monster the Earth had ever witnessed, but at a heavy cost—his entire team was dead, and only one of his teammates remained. But when the two of them thought it was finally over, a red-haired nightmare arrived... In his final moments, facing an overwhelming being that called itself an "Immortal," Ray had no regrets. But instead of dying, he found himself back in his 14-year-old body—one year before dungeons first appeared on Earth. Armed with knowledge of the future and years of experience, Ray wastes no time. He isolates himself from the world, dedicating every second to training. This time, he won’t make the same mistakes. He will forge his body into a weapon, preparing for the disaster to come. But fate won’t make things easy. As the world heads toward destruction, Ray must rise faster than ever. Because when the dungeons appear, so will his enemies—both old and new. And this time, he will be ready. But, [ Ding! Initiating Awakening... ...Successful! New Skill acquired! Skill: [Dimensional Leap] Destination: Dark Lands ] "Huh? Where is [Blink]? --- This is my first original novel, so please read it with an open mind. This novel might not be up to your taste. But I'll keep trying as hard as I can to make your experience entertaining as much as possible. I am always open to any suggestions. It doesn't contain any harem or 18+ content. So, I apologize for no lemons, guys. And it might contain some bloody scenes, thoroughly described. So, you have been warned. So, just read and enjoy~... --- The book cover is AI-generated, so yes, it's completely mine.
SouthWest_Scribblr · 2.1K Views

Lifebound Harem NTR: The Merchant of Souls.

**Ye Xuan** was the type of man you wouldn’t spare a second glance at. Not particularly rich, not particularly poor. Not exceptionally talented, but not a failure either. He lived his life quietly, always staying in the background—except when it came to **Su Mengyao**, the school flower. She was elegant, dazzling, and untouchable—the kind of girl **men dreamed of** but never had a chance with. Ye Xuan knew it too—he never expected anything from her. But still, she kept him close. Whenever she needed help with studies, she would call him. When she was feeling down, she would chat with him late into the night. She **never accepted him**—but she never **pushed him away either. He wasn’t her boyfriend. But he wasn’t just a friend, either. Then one day, reality crushed him. At a private banquet for the elites, he stood in the crowd, watching as Su Mengyao **wrapped her arms around another man’s arm—Lin Tianyi**, the young master of the Lin family. His family was wealthy beyond imagination, with connections that stretched across the entire city. As the champagne flowed and laughter echoed, Su Mengyao leaned close to Lin Tianyi and whispered something in his ear. Then, as if remembering something amusing, she let out a soft chuckle. Ye Xuan’s phone buzzed. A message from **her**. **“Ye Xuan, thank you for always being there for me. You’re a really good guy. I hope we can still be friends. At that moment, he finally understood. He was just a **backup**. A spare. Someone she kept around for **when she was bored or lonely**, while she waited for a man with real power to claim her. That night, as the banquet raged on, Ye Xuan walked through the dark alleys of the city, his mind numb. It wasn’t just **Su Mengyao**—his job applications had been rejected, his landlord had kicked him out, and his so-called friends had stopped replying to his messages. With nothing left, he collapsed near a **street corner**, waiting for the night to swallow him whole. That was when **he met him**. A beggar sat against the wall, grinning at him with dark, hollow eyes. His presence felt ancient—**inhuman**. **“What a pitiful sight,”** the beggar chuckled. **“Thrown away, forgotten, left to rot. Do you want another chance, boy?”** Ye Xuan barely had the strength to lift his head. **"A chance for what?”** The beggar leaned in, his grin widening. **“A chance to take back everything. A chance to rise higher than all of them. But power has a price, boy. Are you willing to pay?”** Ye Xuan’s fingers curled into a fist. **“What do I need to do?”** The beggar whispered in his ear, and at that moment—**his fate was sealed.** **He could trade his lifespan to summon spirits of the dead. For every year sacrificed, he could call upon warriors, emperors, assassins, and geniuses long forgotten by time—and take their skills for himself. **But the more he used this power, the closer he stepped toward death.** With nothing left to lose, Ye Xuan made his first trade.
Cybshu · 8.4K Views
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