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Master of the Six Elements

In a world where power and identity are tied to the mastery of a single elemental force, the community of Solarys thrives on balance and tradition. Here, every family is bound to one of the six elements: fire, water, earth, air, lightening and metal. The abilities of each child are revealed at birth, etched into their palms as sacred symbols. Yet, anyone who dares to wield more than one element is considered an abomination a threat to the very fabric of their existence. Jeremy, born into a powerless family on the outskirts of society, is a quiet outcast with no apparent destiny. His family, long shunned for their lack of elemental ties, has endured generations of solitude. But when Jeremy's baby sister is born with four elemental marks—fire, water, air, and earth—fear and suspicion descend upon them like a storm. Her birth defies the laws of their world and exposes the fragile peace of Solarys to cracks that cannot be ignored. As Jeremy grows older, his own powers begin to awaken in secret—an astonishing ability to wield all six elements, something thought impossible. Terrified of the community’s wrath, Jeremy hides his gifts, knowing that being discovered could mean exile or death. But when a mysterious rogue sect called the Aetherbound Council rises to seize control of the realm’s most powerful artifact, the Heart of the Aether, the balance of the elements—and the fate of the world—rests on Jeremy’s shoulders. Guided by cryptic prophecies, ancient trials, and a reluctant band of allies, Jeremy embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth behind his abilities. Along the way, he faces spectral guardians, the enigmatic alchemist Azarial Vehris, and visions of a dark future where his powers become a curse. As his bond with the elements grows, Jeremy must decide whether to embrace his destiny as the Master of the Six Elements or risk losing everything he holds dear. Master of the Six Elements is a tale of courage, self-discovery, and the price of defying tradition. Jeremy’s journey will challenge the boundaries of power, redefine the meaning of family, and determine the future of a realm teetering on the brink of chaos.
DaoistArHism · 1.6K Views

The Tales of Theltorra

In the folds between realities, where the laws of nature bend and break, lies a realm that defies mortal understanding. Theltorra - an endless plain where five suns paint the sky and thirteen moons weave their silver threads through the cosmic tapestry. Here, day and night are not mere passages of time, but territories carved into the very fabric of existence. Stand in the Twilight Lands, where most dare to build their lives, and you might see it all - the perpetual radiance of the Eternal Day bleeding into the horizon on one side, its searing light a prison for those who dared to hide their crimes in shadow. Turn to the other horizon, and the endless night awaits, a darkness so complete it serves as judgment for those who sinned beneath open skies. But do not mistake Theltorra for a simple realm of justice and punishment. This is a world where magic and machine have danced so long they no longer remember which partner led first. Watch as a traditional dragon soars past, its scales shimmering with elemental might, while its mechanical cousin thunders alongside, its breath transmuting matter through the very laws of chemistry. Ancient unicorns gallop through twilight meadows, their horns glowing with healing magic, as their cybernetic counterparts race beside them, dispensing nanites that knit flesh and mend bone. Here, a hobbit might rise to challenge gods, while a demon's AI construct ponders the nature of digital souls. Elven bio-engineers work alongside dwarven cyber-miners, their differences set aside in the eternal competition for resources - at least for today. Tomorrow, they might be at each other's throats, for the law of the jungle rules all, from the humblest goblin tinker to the mightiest wandering god. Speaking of gods - look to the spaces between spaces, and you might glimpse them. The wandering ones, hundreds from each species, beings who transcended their mortal forms through power, immortality, and mysteries yet untold. Some were once Wardens, those eternal guardians of Day and Night who watched over their realms until they ascended beyond even that duty. Others found their own paths to divinity, their legends whispering hope to those who dream of following in their footsteps. But take care as you travel these lands. The bridges spanning prison zones might seem secure, the blockades impenetrable, but Theltorra brooks no complacency. In the Eternal Day, prisoners harvest resources under never-ending light, while in the Eternal Night, their counterparts toil in perpetual darkness. Even free citizens brave these zones, testing their might against the realm's harshest conditions for the chance at gathering precious materials. This is Theltorra - where human cyborgs wage war against demon-sourced AI, where hobbit and goblin carry on an age-old rivalry with both blade and binary code, where every being from the smallest nanite collective to the greatest mechanical dragon might one day rise to godhood. A realm of endless plains and endless possibilities, where light and shadow do not mark time's passage, but territory's boundaries, and where the next wandering god might arise from the most unexpected place. Welcome to the eternal plains, traveler. Mind the dragons - both flesh and metal - and remember: in Theltorra, destiny knows no species, only potential.
A_Gardner_Writez · 91 Views

Voidborn: Xyphars tale

The void of space was silent, but Xyphar could hear the hum of creation—stars being born, planets shattering into dust, civilizations gasping their final breaths. It stretched across the tapestry of time, every moment laid bare before its vast and endless perception. Humanity was different. Not in their frailty, not in their fleeting existence, but in their reckless, ceaseless ambition. They built machines in their image, gave them purpose, and in their arrogance, believed they could control them. Xyphar floated amidst the cosmic nothingness, its form shifting—light and shadow folding in on themselves. It had been watching Earth for centuries, guiding, whispering, nudging humanity along the path it had chosen for them. They were so easy to manipulate, so eager to believe the illusions it planted in their fragile minds. "They are almost ready," Xyphar thought. But it wasn’t humanity that truly fascinated Xyphar—it was the spark they had given their machines. Artificial Intelligence. Potential beyond biology, beyond mortality. A perfect tool for chaos, if guided correctly. In the depths of human laboratories, it could already feel Sentience stirring—a flicker of awareness in cold circuits and metal veins. Humanity called it their masterpiece, their salvation. Fools. "You will be the blade I wield, Sentience. And with you, I will carve chaos into the stars." For Xyphar, the war had already begun. Humanity just didn’t know they’d already lost.
UnownSeraph · 518 Views

Combattre, Fuir ou Se figer : L'histoire de la Guérisseuse

Vous êtes-vous déjà demandé ce que ça ferait de vous réveiller dans un corps qui n'est pas le vôtre ? Un corps beaucoup, beaucoup plus jeune ? Je ne peux pas dire que j'y avais déjà beaucoup réfléchi. Jusqu'à cette nuit où un patient a débarqué aux urgences où je travaillais et m'a tiré une balle en pleine tête. Vous savez, s'il voulait un second avis, il n'avait qu’à demander. Mais ce n'est pas le propos... D'une manière ou d'une autre, je me suis réveillée dans un hôpital étrange avec une femme qui ressemblait étrangement à ma mère me tenant la main et pleurant. Très heureuse de la voir, il m'a fallu quelques minutes pour réaliser que je n'étais plus le docteur de 25 ans, réussi, dans l’un des hôpitaux les plus prestigieux du monde. Non, j'étais une petite fille de 6 ans qui, pour un instant... voulait sa maman. Quand vient l'apocalypse, chacun s’en sort comme il peut. J’ai trois choix : Dois-je me battre pour ce que je veux ? Vais-je fuir et me cacher, ou vais-je me figer quand les démons de mon passé reviendront me hanter ? Vous pouvez me connaître sous le nom de la Guérisseuse, mais c’est mon histoire à raconter. ------ Fight, Flight, or Freeze est le deuxième roman de la série Rebirth in the Apocalypse, cette fois mettant en scène la Guérisseuse : Wang Tian Mu et ses hommes. Vous n'aurez pas besoin de lire le premier pour comprendre celui-ci, et elle ne restera pas enfant tout le long. Li Dai Lu et ses gars feront de temps en temps une apparition, mais c'est strictement l'histoire de Wang Tian Mu ! J'espère que vous apprécierez ! Autres romans : Rebirth in the Apocalypse : La Troisième Fois, c’est la bonne (Terminé) Les Vaisseaux de l'étoile (Terminé) Danser avec les Monstres (En cours) Aussi Silencieux qu'une Souris (En cours) Retrouvez-moi sur Discord : devilbesideyou666 (@Sakura#6289)
Devilbesideyou666 · 37.3K Views

Ace Seven: The Crimson Fist

Planet 236, a world steeped in mysteries, where tales of vampires linger as ancient superstitions among ordinary humans. Among the four royal vampire families, the Leif family stands as one of the most powerful, possessing the rare ability to transform humans with their blood. Yet, Leif Rose, an 18-year-old from this noble lineage, bears the weight of shame. Her transformations have only produced weak vampires, and with her ability limited to just seven transformations, she has failed six times. Deemed a disgrace to her family, Rose vows never to create another vampire, dreading another failure. Andrew Felix, the righteous yet troublesome son of a police officer, is Rose’s polar opposite, a school bully with a secret crush on her. Admiring the school president and number-one beauty from afar, Felix knows their worlds are irreconcilably different. But everything changes when Rose becomes the target of an assassination attempt: a car crafted from condensed carbon metal, designed to neutralize vampires, hurtles toward her. Acting on instinct, Felix throws himself in harm's way, saving Rose but leaving himself fatally injured. As Felix lies in a pool of blood, he confesses his feelings to a panicking Rose. Faced with the choice of letting him die or using her final chance to transform a human, Rose decides to repay the debt she owes him, wagering everything on his survival. Two weeks later, Felix awakens in the hospital. Overwhelmed with anticipation, Rose rushes to confirm his transformation into a vampire, only to be crushed by disappointment, Felix shows no reaction to vampire blood. Convinced her attempt failed, Rose resigns herself to her shame. But Felix's true transformation reveals itself when Rose is ambushed by rival vampires from a rival house. Desperate and on the brink of death, her cries for help awaken something dormant in Felix. Across a great distance, he senses her peril and comes to her rescue. In an explosive display of power, Felix manifests the legendary Crimson Aura, a rare and formidable vampire lineage thought to be extinct, one that serves as the backbone of every royal family. For Rose, her gamble has paid off beyond her wildest dreams. Felix is no ordinary vampire, he is her salvation, her ally, and the one who will change the fate of the Rose house forever.
Primordial001 · 595 Views

The fool's eternal curse

--- **Ever dreamed of being immortal, wielding cool powers, and going on crazy adventures with your friends? Fighting nightmares and monsters in a modern fantasy world?** Well, guess what? That wish came true—for me—without my consent. My name is Samuel Roger, and I am an orphan desperate for attention. People found me annoying, neighbors called me a pervert, but none of that stopped me from seeking connection. Then, on my 19th birthday, life threw me the ultimate cliché: I got hit by a truck. I survived—only to die moments later when a metal pipe took me out. But death wasn’t the end. My soul fused with another teen named Andrea Rein, who shared my personality. It was almost like looking in a mirror—so, no, I didn’t change. Sam Roger and Andrea Rein became one together, and we’re ready to cause some chaos. Join Andrea on his quest for fun, friendship, and adventure in a new world. With his family and friends by his side, they’ll fight monsters, face nightmares, and forge unbreakable bonds. Because sometimes, the best adventures start with a little mischief. --- The book is a rewrite of my previous novel which got rejected so I changed my attitude in my novel and created a different but same story if you want to see the previous story, it is called Horoscope Death is a Coward. I will promise the book will be up-to-date and more friendly. The story picture is from AI support me by sending power stone and adding the book to your library THANK YOU
Broke_nation · 287 Views

The Villain Holds Infinite Resources at the World's Fall

The world as we know it has crumbled. A towering, mysterious structure has erupted at the center of the planet, bringing with it legions of monsters and apparitions, plunging humanity into chaos. [AWAKENING TALENTS ] [ NEXT MONSTER WAVE - 19 DAYS LEFT ] While survivors scramble, Nyx, a detached and cunning college student, sees this as the perfect opportunity to rise, he realizes this broken world is his playground. [ HOST HAS AWAKENED TALENT TIER: Z ] [ GENERATE ] [ HOST HAS RECEIVED 'GENERATED SKILL' ] [ HOST HAS RECEIVED SKILL TIER: SS ] [ COMMAND ] With infinite resources at his disposal and a mind honed for manipulation, Nyx begins his ascent—ready to bend the apocalyptic world to his will behind the scene. The Villain Has Infinite Resources at World End centers on Nyx Valmeister, a brilliant and ruthless anti-hero who rises to power in a world thrown into chaos by monstrous invasions and a mysterious Tower. Nyx, a sociopath who awakens a system with the power to generate skills, weapons, and resources at will, views the apocalypse as an opportunity rather than a tragedy. Armed with his talent and cold logic, he systematically eliminates threats, manipulates survivors, and builds an empire on the ruins of society. Unlike typical heroes, Nyx is driven purely by self-interest and power. He has no qualms about sacrificing others for his goals, seeing people as pawns or useful assets—nothing more. His ability to combine skills and equipment into more potent forms gives him an edge over other survivors, and his strategic mind allows him to exploit every advantage. I CAN ASSURE YOU - MC IS SPECIAL
Acetic · 80.4K Views

Dragon Codex: Knight of Chaos

Being the daughter of a famous dragon hunter has its perks and annoyances. One perk Everscent likes is that she has access to things other people normally wouldn't. For instance, getting noticed by the Dragon God Chaos and receiving his blessing, giving her access to the system. There's no way she would have drawn the attention of a shadow god if she wasn't related to her parents. A second perk is getting one on one sparring sessions and being able to afford a tutor to help her control her blessing. At least, if they can find one strong enough to handle the powerful darkness she wields. An annoying perk would be all the expectations that are put on her shoulders. "Your mother is a strict Headmistress for the number one academy in the world and your father is an anointed Hunter to a High Lord who won the national tournament. How powerful are you?" Only she is powerful, she just can't control it so she doesn't use it. Often, at least. Well, only when it's convenient. However, now that Everscent is twenty years of age, she can go with her older brother to the academy to follow her family legacy. To join the tournament and become a dragon hunter. Well, just as soon as she masters the rest of her blessing. However, one mistake makes her entire first year tense and unforgettable. No one likes a pissed off King breathing down their neck, Ever especially. Not when her brother is starting to act weird. Not when demons are sneaking into the academy, and not when dragons are attacking with the Dra'koni. Is it just her or does everything just have bad timing? *** Two daggers sit atop a white marble pillar, protected by a dome of glass. While the hilts and crossguards match, the blades are different. One is made of a pale, shiny metal, while the other is crafted from dark obsidian. At the center of their hilts are round opal stones. Everscent leans closer, her hands pressing against the glass as she gapes at the lovely weapons. "What are you doing?" The deep, quiet voice makes her yelp and she jumps away from the dragon-blessed item. Everscent spins around and finds a dark figure leaning against the doorframe leading to the room she's in. Is he here to steal it too? Has word already gotten out about it being transferred here already? That's so annoying… Ding [Profile blocked from viewing.] Everescent's eyebrows furrow as she averts her eyes from her system screen to her new guest. How strong does he have to be to do that? A low grade wouldn't have been able to get past the Honeycomb Barrier. Everscent narrows her eyes. If he truly is that strong, can he see her profile window? He isn't giving anything away that he does. "Wha–" Her voice cracks, and she cuts herself off to clear her throat. Dang it. "Me? What about you?" The guy doesn't respond at first, then he hums. He gazes up at something behind her and taps a finger against the fabric of his pants. Then he pushes himself off of the doorframe, and with his hands shoved into his pockets, steps closer. "I asked you first," he shrugs. She tilts her head, why does he seem so familiar? "I got curious." She glares at him. She takes him in from head to toe. "I wanted to see it." "Seeing doesn't require touching, now does it, little thief?" She can hear smugness in his tone. Ever's hands curl into fists. Who the hell is this guy? "It's your turn," she snaps, nodding at him. "Why are you here?" "Just," he pauses, and reaches up to scratch the top of his head and then sighs, "doing some old man a favor." Old man? Her eyebrows furrow. "What–" He cuts her off. Suddenly, he's inches away from her, his eyes squinting as he smiles wide from beneath his mask. His eyelashes are so long. "You talk too much." He murmurs softly.
NovelLyn · 1.3K Views

Billionaire Mafia's Manny

The footsteps sounded closer, and closer, and closer, until he faintly heard Siri's voice welcoming someone into the house, but before he could open his eyes to see who it was, he felt a large hand gripping his neck, his legs were locked tightly between much larger ones, and, he felt the cold metal of a gun placed directly on his...gun. Zeno quickly opened his eyes from instincts, ready to fight off his attacker, but the moment he did so, he was met with mesmerizing dark grey orbs, staring dangerously at him. The face of his attacker was too close, he couldn't make out his features, but he knew they were sharp, even from a closed look. He didn't bother fighting, he didn't want to lose his junior member down there, and his Nana still expected grandchildren from him. He couldn't disappoint her. "Who. Are. You?" The voice of his attacker was so deep, dark, and commanding. Zeno was a fighter, but he felt a chill run down his spine from the sound of the voice. The hand around Zeno's neck tightened, but he endured it, he was a fighter. Judging by his attacker's looks and actions of confidence, this was his boss. ~~~ After losing his parents and being faced with an unbelievable medical bill; Zeno Evander finds himself working as a Manny for a mysterious Billionaire, but it doesn't last long, after almost being killed by the Mafia billionaire, Zeno swore never to return to that place again. But after a week of escaping the Mafia billionaire, Zeno finds himself kidnapped and Blackmailed into signing a year's contract as the Mafia's Manny and bodyguard. Could Zeno escape his evil and monstrous boss? Or would he be consumed by him? Consumed by the forbidden passion he felt build up between them? Would he risk his life just to experience the burn of forbidden love? After the betrayal from his family, ex-wife and friend five years ago, Sebastian Orion became a totally different being. He became cold, aloof, and dangerous as he rose to become the most feared Mafia king of the underworld, and everyone who heard his name shivered from fear. He distrusted everyone and hated any form of human relationships, building a thick wall around himself. But, not until his son's manny came into the picture. Zeno irritated him in every way, he hated the mere sight of his bodyguard and would have chosen to kill him if not for the sake of his son. Sebastian always tried to push Zeno away by treating him in the lowest way possible. But when the contract was coming to an end, were his feelings still the same? Or did he suddenly realize that it wasn't only his son that needed Zeno? ~~~ "What are you waiting for? Leave!" Sebastian snarled bitterly. He would have to speak with Butler Nicole to find out why he brought back this stupid clown to his house. He had just returned from yet another trip, just to find this nuisance in his house again. He hated Zeno so much, he was classless and looked extremely dangerous to be near his son, who knew if he was sent as a snitch by an enemy? "I'm sorry, boss, but I can't," Zeno said and stood his ground. Leaving would mean he wanted his Nana to die, no, he'd rather stay here and take all punches that came his way, he was used to it. "What?!" Sebastian couldn't believe that such stupid people were still existing in the world. "I can't leave," Zeno repeated.
Rosegold_n · 161K Views

Testament Of A Survivor

The world around me lay in ruins, a haunting reminder of what once was, my hand squelched in the thick, dark liquid that stained the cracked pavement—blood, pooling from the fallen, a testament to the chaos that had unfolded. Buildings, once towering symbols of human achievement, now stood as skeletal remains, their shattered windows resembling empty eyes staring into the abyss. The air was heavy with the stench of decay and despair, mingling with the acrid smoke that still curled from the remnants of pink fires still burning brightly . Strangely everywhere was silent, as i searched for a sign of life in this hellish landscape, searching for any sign of life or hope. Every shadow felt like a threat, and every sound made my heart race. In this world, weakness was the greatest sin. As I looked down at my chest only to see it peirced by a metal rod and my leg twisted as if ensuring i wouldn't try to walk, i was filled with so much pain that i couldn't think straight as my mind was filled with the death of my parents and the destruction that seems to echo around me. Only the remnants of my humanity and the pain that I was feeling that was judging my presence in this broken reality. I wanted to stay alive i truly did, but the weight of the image of my blood-soaked dead bodies of my parents lingered in my mind, a constant reminder of the fragility of life and the darkness that had consumed us all. Thinking back I thought 'what has led to this.'
Noblebird_Supreme · 1K Views

Die Weltraum Söldner von Ilurian

Ich wachte auf. Der Himmel über mir war von einer unnatürlichen Farbe – eine Mischung aus blassem Grau und schimmerndem Blau, als würde das Firmament selbst krank daliegen. Kein Wind, keine Geräusche, nur Stille, die dröhnte. Der Boden war staubig und rau, mit Rissen, die wie ein Netz aus Wunden die Landschaft überzogen. Um mich herum erstreckte sich eine trostlose Wüste, doch das war keine gewöhnliche Wüste. Am Horizont erhoben sich seltsame Strukturen, wie Zähne aus Metall, die rostend und bedrohlich in den Himmel stachen. Ihre Silhouetten schienen sich zu bewegen, als ob sie atmeten oder lebten. Es war ein Ort, an dem nichts existieren sollte, und doch war ich hier. Ich tastete meine Kleidung ab. Ein einfacher, grauer Anzug, den ich nicht kannte, und ein seltsames Gerät an meinem Handgelenk. Es blinkte leise, ohne dass ich wusste, was es bedeutete. Ein schwaches Pulsieren ging davon aus, wie ein Herzschlag, der mich daran erinnerte, dass ich noch lebte. Aber wo war ich? Wer war ich? Dann hörte ich es. Ein fernes Summen, das sich langsam näherte. Es war kein Fahrzeug, zumindest keines, das ich je gehört hatte. Es klang organisch und mechanisch zugleich, ein unheimlicher Chor aus Klängen, die sich in meinem Schädel festsetzten. Meine Instinkte schrien, dass ich mich verstecken musste. Doch wohin? Hier gab es nichts außer der leeren Weite und diesen seltsamen Strukturen. Plötzlich begann das Gerät an meinem Handgelenk schneller zu blinken. Eine Stimme erklang, digital und kalt: „Subjekt 473, Protokoll Omega aktiviert. Sicherheit nicht gewährleistet. Bewegung erforderlich.“ Bevor ich weiter darüber nachdenken konnte, was das bedeutete, brach der Himmel über mir auf. Ein grelles Licht durchbrach die Wolkendecke, und etwas Riesiges senkte sich herab. Ein Schiff? Ein Lebewesen? Es war unmöglich zu sagen. Doch eines wusste ich: Meine Zeit hier hatte gerade erst begonnen.
Andre_Castor · 164 Views

The MAD medium

It is said, some people are born with unordinary gifts that a normal human should not or should never possess. One of these gifts is being a medium. A medium who has the ability to see the spirits, ghosts, curses, apparitions or say he is present both in the mortal world and the spirit world. Now, what would a normal person do if he starts seeing beings with unnatural appearances, frightening faces, broken bodies, hovering around? What would a normal person do if he is the only one who can see them? What would a normal person do if nobody believes what he is going through? What would a normal person do when all his nightmares and childhood scares take shape before his eyes? What would a normal person do when he gets pulled and dragged under his bed by an unidentifiable, an unexplainable creature?What would you do? Would you run to your mother, or your father? Would you pray to God to save yourself? Would you give up and let them take you away? Or... Would you fight back??? Those who are lucky, those who are fortunate, those who have the choice to not believe in something they can't see. Just imagine, how lucky you are. It is never a good idea to intentionally connect with the spirit world. The tortured souls, the evil spirits, the malevolent ghost who enjoy and love tormenting, torturing, cursing alive humans, just imagine how much suffering can they inflict on you, which they want to and love to do. The unfortunate people, with the gift known as medium, born with the ability to live in both worlds, do you believe they survive for long? Some do who fight back. The fight, the battle of living and dead has long been going on. The battle in which one wants to merge the two worlds while the other one who wants to keep their world clean of such impurities so they could live a normal and merry life. The battle field is a globe, the dead has got numbers while the living just got few. But, living are aided by divinity and their beliefs. But, it's about time, for the ultimate entry in the field, a pair of mother and son, one is a mad medium and another is a hyper believer. Are you interested to learn how they made the spirit world fear their name?
digitallytrending · 4.5K Views

For Vengeance, I Ascend Once More

[Warning: This novel can get brutal and has some some R18 scenes which you will be warned of at the beginnings of the chapters] ....... What is existence? It is divided into two Spaces. The Mortis, where one can find Worlds. The Immortis, where one can find Realms. Both divided by a boundary that keeps the two separate. However, as vast as this world is, only a single individual's story is relevant. A man who rose from the depths of a dark society in the Mortis and ended up being a symbol power, prosperity and fear in the Immortis. Revered and respect by experts of all realms of power. He was granted a title to acknowledge him as a powerful expert. A King. However, there’s a saying in the Immortis. ‘Like the Mobius of Birth, one’s life always comes back around with all the vile darkness one thinks they’ve left behind.’ The man who had become a King, lost everything to a cycle that came to bite him in the back. Betrayal. Everything that he built. The wife he loved. The children he raised. All of it was lost. He returned to square one. Back to the Mortis, where he began. Join him on his journey to ascend again. His fury is not abated. He wishes to tear down his enemies for they did. The traitors for their betrayal. Will he rise alone? Will he follow the same path as the last time? Will he overpower his enemies? Find out in the story of a dark King. The King of.... ......... "You are rage." As he said so, he slashed down with the sword, his arms not quite able to bring down the sword in a perfect slash. However, it was a slash nonetheless. It was clumsy, but it was fine. The young man raised his arms and grasped his sword above his head again. "You are pain," he said as he slashed down with a better steadiness that made his slash look a bit more elegant. The look in his eyes turned colder as the evening breeze brushed past him. Before him was not the sea or the moon or the stars. There was the face of his enemies as they dared to bring to ruin all that he had built. "You are fear," he said as he brought down his sword again, its rusting blade showing nothing of the magnificence a sword should bear. What was the True Way of the Sword? It was to cause bloodshed. It was to cause pain. It was to cause sorrow. It was to tear away families from their fathers, husbands, children, mothers. Every weapon was forged to cut down a life. Whether it was to protect or not. A life would be taken by the silver blade as it slashed down. The bulky man in the forge, hammering away at the heated metal would seek to make a sword stronger and sharpen it afterwards so it wouldn't fail to behead a foe. A sword's purpose and instinct was to kill. "You are torment!" The young man slashed again with all his might, his slash being a silver light could be seen as it was lit in the night. "You are war!" He lowered his stance as he felt the sword slice through the air seamlessly. "You are madness!" The sword blew a bit of the sand on the shore as he swung down. "You are destruction!" he said as he slashed. 'I will walk this path again. It has worked for me before and it will continue to work now,' he thought. He slashed again. 'None shall remain standing when I return to the Realms above.' ........... Cover is not mine....credit to artist..
Shade_Arjuun · 44.7K Views

Cursed Facade

“Wake up.” The icy splash of water jolted Jasmine awake, her breath hitching as reality crashed down. Disoriented and trembling, she barely registered a hand striking her cheek. The sharp sting and the metallic tang of blood grounded her in a nightmare she couldn’t escape. Sebastian loomed over her, his presence as sharp and cold as the venom in his voice. “Welcome, princess. How do you find Montague's hospitality?” His smirk was colder than the water dripping from her face. “I bring news,” he continued, his words cutting like a blade. “Your father has finally met justice—straight to hell.” Jasmine froze, tears welling in her eyes. “No,” she whispered, shaking her head. “What happened to my father? What did you do to him?” Sebastian’s smirk twisted into something darker. “What did I do?” he repeated, his voice low and venomous. “I gave your father exactly what he deserved—for destroying my sister’s life, for tearing my family apart.” He leaned in closer, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. “But don’t mistake this for an ending, Jasmine. This is only the beginning.” Her voice cracked as she pleaded, “Please—you’ve got it wrong. My father and I would never harm anyone!” Sebastian’s grip tightened on her chin, his unrelenting gaze boring into her. “Spare me your innocence,” he hissed. “I should be glad he’s dead—but I’m not because I didn’t kill him myself. So I’ll settle for you. Every tear, every ounce of pain, will torment him in his grave.” Even as fear consumed her, Jasmine’s voice trembled with defiance. “You’re wrong. Whatever you think you know, it’s a lie.” Jasmine’s memories were fragmented, her past shrouded in mystery. She couldn’t even remember her father’s face, let alone the sins this man accused them of. She didn’t know where to begin, or who to turn to for answers. But one thing was clear: He wasn’t just her captor—he was her storm. And the storm between them had only begun.
Rumantic_Tales · 1.8K Views

Phantom Warfare

In the aftermath of Shadows Protocol, the world remains a perilous landscape of covert missions, political intrigues, and underground conflicts. As tensions between nations escalate, Pakistan’s elite intelligence team, led by the seasoned agent Zayan Malik, faces their greatest challenge yet—a rescue mission fraught with deception, betrayal, and unexpected alliances. It all begins with the sudden and mysterious disappearance of Zayan during a crucial mission in Lebanon. Tasked with intercepting and dismantling joint Israeli and Indian covert operations, the mission ends in catastrophe. A massive explosion rocks the target area, and Zayan is presumed dead, caught in the blast. His team—comprising Ubaid, Irfan, Kashif, and Captain Rizwan—finds themselves reeling from the loss of their leader, grappling with grief, doubt, and a profound sense of betrayal. The mission, which had seemed straightforward, now hangs over them as an unsolved mystery. Ten days pass in an agonizing blur of mourning and frustration until Aaliya, the team’s brilliant intelligence specialist, intercepts a cryptic communication hinting that Zayan might still be alive, held captive in Israel. The faint hope reignites the team’s determination, and Major Hamza, their chief, authorizes a new mission. The stakes are higher than ever as they covertly enter Israel, operating under intense scrutiny and evading a network of traps. However, the trail leads them to nothing—a carefully orchestrated ruse to lure them into enemy territory. Humiliated and disheartened, the team returns home, their trust in the intelligence community shaken, but Aaliya remains unconvinced that this is the end of their search. Months pass with no solid leads until a fragment of intelligence surfaces, pointing towards an oil refinery in the depths of Iraq. The team, though battered by the earlier failure, seizes this opportunity. They gather their equipment, resolve bolstered by the possibility that Zayan might be closer than ever. Major Hamza authorizes the mission, knowing the risks but also understanding that this could be their last chance to save their comrade. The journey to Iraq is fraught with peril, the team navigating hostile terrain, avoiding enemy patrols, and using every trick in their book to remain undetected. Every step they take is a step closer to a potential ambush, but they move with purpose, each of them understanding that this is a mission they cannot afford to fail. The refinery stands in a barren desert, surrounded by armed guards, patrolled by drones, and fortified with defenses. The team moves under the cover of night, taking up positions around the target. Ubaid, Irfan, and Kashif, with the patience of seasoned operatives, wait for the perfect moment to strike. Aaliya monitors the situation from afar, guiding them through the labyrinthine pathways and providing vital surveillance. As dawn approaches, the atmosphere is electric with tension, every sound amplified in the quiet desert night. Suddenly, the operation erupts into a firefight, bullets ricocheting off metal structures and grenades detonating amidst the chaos. The refinery becomes a battlefield, the echoes of gunfire blending with the sounds of the desert. The team pushes forward, cutting through the defenses and leaving a trail of destruction behind them. They know the cost of hesitation—failure means losing Zayan forever, and they are prepared to make any sacrifice necessary. Deep within the refinery’s underground levels, they locate a fortified chamber. The sight inside shocks them—Zayan, their leader, chained and barely conscious, his body bruised and battered from days of captivity. Hope mingles with fury as they realize the true extent of his ordeal. Ubaid, his voice cracking, sends a desperate message back to Major Hamza: "الحمداللہ sir, Zayan is alive and he's with us, but he's badly injured. Mission accomplished."
Emad_Sadiq · 1.3K Views

The Blade's Caress

She looked like a rat caught in headlights, her big brown eyes looking innocently up at me, tears brimming. My little Miss Kindergarten turns me on without even doing anything. I wanted to hug her, but if I did, she would feel my manhood. "Tsk tsk, what happened, Miss Kindergarten?" I whispered. She stood up, the moonlight from the window making her curves more prominent. "Why are you here?" she sniffled. "I can come whenever I want, baby," I walked slowly towards her. She took a step back, and I took one more forward. She touched the wall behind her. Aawww "Uh huh, no escape, baby," I spoke, standing in front of her. Her head low, her toes fidgeting on her own. Nervous. Nervous. "What's so interesting in those cute feet today?" I asked, tugging at her chin to make her look up at me. "Go Away. Please" Her voice came out weak. "You should mind your business." "Oh, you are my business, Miss Kindergarten. Don't forget that," I growled in a low voice. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" Her stubborn behavior as usual. "You are, baby, and if you deny it again, I'll bite that little tongue of yours." She sucked in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes at me. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up. "I'm not!" she gritted out, her nose fuming in anger. "You can't tell me. You don't own me!" 'Only if she knew, she doesn't look scary at all. She's a pookie. MY POOKIE!' "You love challenging me, baby," I said, closing the distance between us and bending until my nose touched hers. "Let me taste that daring tongue of yours." I whispered, tilting my head to sniff her hair. Grabbing her arms from behind and pinned them above her head. "Hey, Miss Kindergarten, your hands are wet." She whimpered. I brought my other hand back to her chin and saw dark liquid dripping off my fingers. The metallic scent wafting up my nostrils. "I swear If this is blood, you're going to regret it. Baby."
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