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The Last Heir's Awakening

The Belfast kingdom was a small kingdom amidst other kingdoms, made up of rare-blood elves, who were ever scorned for their almost human like appearance and their limited mana reserves. Yet, they all lived a positive life, not blaming or cursing the humans, or the other demi humans. This is what Renard Belfast, the only child of the Belfast royal family, loved about the kingdom. No matter what, they all kept their smiles, shaping him into a compassionate soul, with dreams of a brighter future. However, the bright mood and innocent smiles were all suddenly tainted by blood, flames, and heaps of corpses when greed fueled armies sent by the neighbouring kingdom attacked, fueled by the greed of land and riches. Unable to fight back, the elves were obliterated, reducing their kingdom into ruins. Renard finds himself stuck under the protective arms of his mother, who had been stabbed from the back, and all he could hear is the screams of his kingdom, leaving him alone and vulnerable, shattering his heart. As hope faded from his eyes, a scavenger called Kael, drawn by the potential spoils of war, discovers him, and takes him under his wing to a distant kingdom, where he can find refuge and safety. He soon gets acclimatised to his new surroundings, as his new found family embraces him, soothing his young heart. But as soon as he buries his trauma, Kael's family is brutally murdered, all in front of him and Kael, igniting a dormant darkness within him. In that moment of darkness and despair, he becomes the chosen host of a Dark Sovereign, who offers him strength and abilities man could never attain, but at what cost? He struggles with the duality of his nature: The everlasting kindness taught by his kingdom, which now seemed too valuable to grant to humans, and the formidable darkness growing in him, granted by the Dark Sovereign. As he learns to harness his new found power, he sets out on two quests; to seek revenge on those who destroyed his family and to reclaim his fallen kingdom, a path full of thorns, blood, smiles, laughs, cries and happiness. His choices will have a heavy impact on his destiny and the world around him. Will he become an Angel; a beacon of hope.... Or will he become a Devil, a beacon of destruction and revenge? ****
Awakenedbastard · 205 Views

Three Little Words

Reeva Clarke never expected her world to turn upside down after her whirlwind night with Julian Kole, the enigmatic billionaire known for his playboy ways. What began as a fleeting moment of passion left her with more than memories—it gave her three beautiful sons. For years, Reeva built a life of independence, raising her boys with all the love she could muster while keeping Julian out of the picture. She wasn’t about to let the man who shattered her heart claim a stake in their lives—especially when he had walked away without so much as a goodbye. But Julian's sudden return brings more than a declaration of fatherhood. He's determined to take responsibility and make up for lost time. The problem? Reeva refuses to let him in until he proves he’s capable of offering more than just financial support—she needs his heart. As they navigate co-parenting and old feelings resurface, Reeva challenges Julian to step out of his comfort zone and into the role of a true partner. The three little words she demands are no longer just a test—they’re the key to a future she never thought possible. Can Julian Kole, a man who has never believed in love, find the courage to say the words that will change everything? Dialogues: • "Reeva, I know this might sound crazy, but I feel a connection with you. I don't want this night to end." He said. • "I want you tonight," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Come with me." • "I'm constantly traveling for work, and I don't have time for a relationship." • "I'll marry you," she said, the words tumbling out before she could fully process them. "But under certain conditions." • "No relations?" he chuckled, shaking his head. "Reeva, you can't deprive us of this attraction between us. I'll make you mine, and you'll like it."
IIa · 408 Views

d r o p e d ♥️

In "Chronicles of the Voidbreaker: Rebirth of a Cultivator," follow the journey of Liang Chen, a young man who finds himself reincarnated into a mystical realm of cultivation after a tragic accident claims his life on Earth. Armed with the memories of his past life and a newfound determination, Liang Chen sets out to navigate the treacherous waters of the Terraflux Realm, a world divided into countless realms with their own unique challenges and dangers.As Liang Chen delves deeper into the mysteries of cultivation, he discovers an ancient artifact known as the Time Hourglass, which grants him the ability to manipulate time itself. With this newfound power, he embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind his reincarnation and unlock the secrets of his true potential.Along the way, Liang Chen encounters friends and foes alike, each with their own ambitions and agendas. From the halls of prestigious cultivation academies to the heart of ancient ruins shrouded in mystery, he must face trials and tribulations that will test his strength, courage, and resolve.But as Liang Chen's powers grow, so too does the threat posed by dark forces that seek to plunge the world into chaos. With the fate of the realm hanging in the balance, Liang Chen must rise to the challenge and become the hero that the world needs, or risk losing everything he holds dear. . . . . . . (Note: As a novice author and high school student writing my first novel, I kindly ask readers to excuse any mistakes and shortcomings in the story. Your feedback and suggestions are greatly appreciated, and I welcome any comments you may have to help improve the narrative.)
anonymous_226 · 3.3K Views

WORDS WE NEVER SAID

In a world where unspoken truths can weigh heavier than mountains, no one ever warned me about the danger of words left unsaid. I always thought I could handle it—breaking my heart seemed easier than breaking my mind, after all. But it turns out, the mind is a far more dangerous place than the heart. It doesn’t heal quickly, and it doesn’t forget. What happens when you leave words hanging in the air is that they start to fill every empty space, crowding out anything else, leaving only the residue of missed opportunities and what-ifs. My journal sat in front of me now, filled with everything I’d never said. All the words that could have changed something, anything. It was strange, how it felt so much easier to discard an entire journey than it did to let go of a single glance from yesterday. The words I left behind felt heavier than the pages I wrote them on. I didn’t even know why I kept writing anymore—maybe because it was the only place where I could finally speak, even if no one would ever read it. The reality of not saying things, of keeping my feelings buried, left a deeper scar than any conversation I never had. But what could I do? It’s not like the words would ever come, not now. What was left were the possibilities—the ones that never had a chance to come to life. A life where we could have made different choices, said the things we were too scared to say. But the past is a cruel thing to hang onto. It taunts you with the “what could have been” but never gives you any answers. And so, I sat there, sighing as I thought about how this was all I could do—curse the world, blame myself, and wonder if maybe there was something I could have changed. Maybe I could’ve found a way to let him know how I felt. Maybe I could’ve found the courage to stop pretending. But now, I was just left to face the weight of silence, and it felt as heavy as the words I could never speak. I thought I could be fine, that time would wash it all away—just move on, I told myself. But the more I tried, the more I found myself tangled in a web of thoughts that didn’t make sense. The days and nights we spent together were now just memories—snippets of laughter, quiet moments, little glances exchanged in the middle of the chaos, all trapped in the space between the confusion and the comfort of what used to be. I looked back, trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to hold water in my hands. The harder I tried, the more it slipped through my fingers. I regard all of us, how we all fall into this trap—how we’re all just people, trying to navigate this world with the hope that someone might catch us, that someone might finally understand what we didn’t say. Maybe we all end up here, stuck in the mess of things we wanted to say, but never did. And at the end of the day, there’s no one to blame but ourselves. We’re the ones who held back, who kept our truths hidden, all for the sake of protection, or pride, or fear. It’s easy to blame the world for the things that go wrong, but in the end, we’re the ones who let it go unspoken. And maybe that’s the hardest part—learning that we were the ones who stood in our own way.
silverstariii · 11.1K Views
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