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Will Of Fire

The Whispers of Waves and Fire

The night should have been steeped in darkness, but instead, the heavens blazed. A second sun rose over the Kingdom of Eldoria, bathing the land in ethereal gold. Flowers bloomed in an instant, their petals unfurling as if reaching for an unseen deity. The animals of the Whispering Woods stirred, their cries rising in eerie harmony. It was a sign. A rare omen. A child of the elements had been born. But not one child—two. Inside the Dravenhart estate, hidden deep within the forest, screams shattered the unnatural stillness. Lady Althea Dravenhart clung to the sweat-drenched sheets, her body wracked with the agony of bringing life into the world. The midwife gasped as the first child was placed in her arms. A strong boy, his tiny hand clenched into a fist. And there it was—the mark of the elements, inked onto his shoulder like a birthright. An earth elemental. Lord Cassius Dravenhart, Commander of Eldoria’s armies, allowed himself a breath of relief. His son would live. His son would be accepted. But then came the second cry, softer, yet undeniable. Another babe, smaller, delicate. The midwife hesitated as she turned the child over, her breath hitching as her eyes landed on the impossible. The mark. The same symbol of power, only this time, glowing like liquid silver against baby-soft skin. A girl. Terror seized Cassius’s chest. His hands, calloused from years of war, clenched into fists. Female elementals were forbidden—killed on sight. It was a decree, a law upheld for centuries. He should take his sword, end it before anyone found out. But the moment his gaze fell upon the child’s face, his heart twisted violently. Those eyes, still barely open, were his wife’s. The softness of her cheeks, the delicate fingers—she was his blood, his daughter. The midwife’s lips parted, horror dawning in her gaze. “It cannot be—” Steel sliced through the air. Blood splattered the wooden floors as the midwife’s body crumpled. Cassius stood over her, sword still gripped in his shaking hand. The only sound in the room was Althea’s sobs, muffled against the newborn cradled to her chest. His daughter. A forbidden child. Cassius turned, his voice rough with command. “We tell no one. She died at birth.” Althea’s watery gaze met his. “And when they come looking?” “They won’t.” With blood staining his hands, Cassius lifted the child and held her close. He would not let the world take her. Not the kingdom. Not the king. Not the laws written by men who knew nothing of what it meant to love a child beyond all reason. Selene Dravenhart was born in secret, beneath a second sun. And no one—no one—would ever know. But fate is a cruel mistress. And secrets have a way of unraveling.
PhieCastro · 352 Views

Bound By Blood And Fire

Freya has spent her life as an outcast—beaten, humiliated, and branded a disappointment. A servant in the house of the man who once called himself her father. But on the night of her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. She awakens to a truth more dangerous than the chains that bound her. She is not just a disgraced wolf. She is something more—something both feared and hunted. Prince Dorian, ruthless heir to the throne, knows what she is. She is his mate. The one fate has bound to him in ways he never wanted. But to him, she is also a weapon—a pawn in the bloody war against the hunters. He takes her, claims her, and keeps her not out of love, but control. "You think I won’t reject you?" Dorian’s voice is low, edged with cruel amusement as he presses her against the cold stone wall of his chamber. His grip is iron, his breath a promise of ruin. "I will. The moment you become useless to me." But there is another. Tiberius, the legendary hunter with emerald eyes that see too much and a touch that burns her differently, has searched for her his entire life. He was raised to despise wolves, to slaughter them without hesitation. Yet when he looks at Freya, he does not see an enemy. He sees his mate. "They told me I would find you," Tiberius murmurs, his fingers brushing over the bruises Dorian left on her wrists. His gaze is both tender and deadly. Caught between two kings, two destinies, and two deadly temptations, Freya must decide who she truly is. A key to destruction, or a bridge to salvation? But what happens when the wolf prince refuses to let her go… and the hunter king refuses to let her fall? A brutal prince. A vengeful hunter. A woman bound by fate. One will break her. One will save her. Or will she choose to save herself?
Mondara · 2.9K Views

The Will of Threads

Prologue: The Loom of Fate In the beginning, darkness reigned—an endless void untouched by time. From that void, a single thread of light emerged, weaving itself into the fabric of reality. This became the Loom of Fate, the source of all willpower and the beginning of all things. Hidden from mortal reach, the Loom weaves the lives of all beings, connecting destinies across time and space. It is said that those who can see its threads can manipulate reality itself, but only with unyielding belief—the essence of willpower. In Eryndor, belief is power. It binds the Threads of Fate, shaping destiny and defying the inevitable. Those who master this power become the Knights of the Thread—guardians whose belief is so strong that it forges their willpower into tangible threads. These threads weave around them like armor, enhancing their strength, speed, and skill. Yet, even among the Knights, twelve beings known as the Saints stand above all, their willpower so absolute that they shape reality itself. But power invites darkness. In the shadows, Warpers seek to corrupt the threads, bending reality to their will. They are the antithesis of the Knights, wielding willpower not as guardians, but as manipulators. Thus, the battle for the Loom rages on, an eternal struggle between creation and corruption, destiny and defiance. Amidst this chaos, a young man stands at the crossroads of fate. Magnus Alaric Seymour, born of noble blood yet hidden from the world, carries within him the legacy of the strongest Knights. His grandparents are among the five unknown Rank 17 Knights, the closest to the Loom, and his parents are Rank 16 Knights, their willpower unmatched by all but the Saints. Yet, Magnus knows nothing of his lineage. To him, the Loom is a legend, and the Knights are heroes of myth. All he knows is the burning desire within him—the yearning to protect, to grow stronger, to find his purpose in a world where power defines existence. His journey is intertwined with others, including Eulalia Persephone Abla, a fallen noblewoman whose strength and sorrow mirror his own. To her, Magnus is a wanderer, a man of mystery and quiet resolve. She tells him they can marry if he becomes a Knight, igniting a fire within him that strengthens his willpower threads. But the truth of his lineage could shatter everything they hold dear. The Loom watches, its threads weaving the tapestry of life, destiny, and willpower. In its web lies a prophecy—a whisper of change, of chaos, of a Knight who will either save the world or bring it to ruin. Magnus’s journey begins now, a journey of belief and sacrifice, of love and loss, of struggle and triumph. He will face beasts born of nightmares, warriors of unimaginable strength, and enemies who wield the threads of reality itself. He will confront the darkness within him, the fear of failure, and the weight of his legacy. But above all, he must learn the truth—that destiny is not given, but forged. And the threads of his willpower will either break or become unbreakable. For in the world of Eryndor, belief is everything. And Magnus Alaric Seymour must learn to believe in himself before he can shape his destiny. The Loom of Fate awaits, its threads whispering his name. And the tapestry of his life is yet to be woven.
TheShadowScholar · 1.8K Views

Will of chaos

The Mc reincarnates in a world of magic and adventure as a Leech, follow his adventure in this mysterious and exciting world as he goes from the weakest creature to the shadow being that everyone is afraid of. Will he pursue the path of strength alone? Or without realizing it he will become the king of the greatest empire that ever lived. ----------------------------------------------‐---------------‐-------------------------------------- This is my first story and English is not my native language, I am using Google translator to translate the story for me, I accept opinions and questions in the comments for this week's chapter.-------‐--------‐----------------------------------------------------------------- I intend to make this a long story so all the development of the Mc and the world will be slow for a proper construction, be warned. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know the first few chapters have some errors, but I've improved my writing as I progressed through the story, after 10 chapters there won't be that many errors. ----------------------‐------------------------------------------------------------------------------‐--‐---- Please vote for the tags. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Tags: Male protagonist, non-human protagonist, evolution, adventure, action, harém, fantasy.
Pendragon_DNT · 2.2M Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 12.3K Views

Naruto: Chronicles of a Fire Ninja

The MC transmigrates to the Narutoverse in the body of an orphan boy from the Senju clan, as a normal person from modern Earth he has little to no fighting experience, but luckily time is something he has a lot as Naruto is just 6 months old so, he can slowly build his strength to live a "Peace-full" life ##### Gain early access and support my work on Patreon, Join the journey and unlock exclusive content together.- https://www.pat-reon.com/FirstHokage) Without '-' after pat (^~^) ##### /***** I have posted images of the main character in the review section and comments on first 3 chapters you guys can see them there:D ******/ Warning: 1. This is not a story where MC will get powers overnight and become overpowered in Narutoverse, he will slowly build his strength, not too slow but not too fast 2. There will be a lot of killing and when I say killing I mean brutal one too 3. this novel will also have an academic arc too 4. BARUTO is a big no for me as I am a die-hard fan of Naruto so the plot of Baruto is not in this novel 5. our MC is smart and not some hot-headed fool so, don't expect him to put his life in danger all the time(and yes he is super handsome and you can see in the cover photo) Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or its characters (except the original characters I create). The image used in the cover is generated using AI after many tries :P Same novel with less grammatical errors- https://www.webnovel.com/book/naruto-chronicles-of-a-fire-ninja_30154652408482805
FirstHokage · 2.5M Views
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