Jew Candle

The Ryvetsky family was a noble family. After the new Emperor's reign, His Majesty Krillien Lorenz von Hachler stripped them of their noble status, leaving Meredith to ruin. Her plans to marry the second prince, to live a life of luxury, married and with children, all gone. Crawling back to the palace, asking the new emperor to be his wife. Unbeknownst to her, Meredith may have chosen a life far worse than she could have imagined. After all, she is the Tyrant's Wife. ~~~~~~~~ “Did you wish to marry my brother?” Krillien asked, hesitant and unsure to have asked. But he wanted to know. Even if it meant his married life with Meredith wasn’t supposed to be his in the first place. Meredith glanced up, looking at his ruby eyes glimmering against the dark night, the candle he held illuminating them so beautifully. “Not anymore, no.” ________ Artwork is not mine. The art is from @flamma_x

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

"I'm one game away from reaching the master rank! I'll do it tomorrow, though. A true gamer knows when to refresh his mind and increase his victory chances!" Adam smiled in anticipation as he went to sleep on this special day. However, he could have never imagined the surreal awakening that awaited him. "What's wrong with my voice?!"  "Claws? A tail and horns, too?" [Welcome to the demon realm. You have been selected to reincarnate as a Lord. Conquer this realm of fire and ashes, become its uncontested ruler... or die trying.] Reincarnated as an imp in the cruel demon realm, at the borders of the mythological demon Baal's territory, his life seemed doomed from the start. However, a steely glint flashed in his eyes as against all odds, he defiantly proclaimed. "No matter who decided to make me start as an imp, watch as I turn into a veritable devil. Even Baal won't hold a candle against me in the future!" Equipped with his unique talent in a world where competition raged between the reincarnated earthlings, where heroes like Heracles, Wukong, Muramasa, Achilles, Merlin, Cu Chulainn, and many others were more than forgotten legends, and where gods' and demons' dangerous schemes paved his every step, he'd prove to those realms that demons were more than the violent and deceptive creatures everyone feared. ----------------------- Welcome everyone! You can expect a mix of gods/demons from almost every pantheon (even the more obscured ones) with gods and demons like Odin, Zeus, Ishtar, The Jade Emperor, Ball, Izanagi, and many others! You can also expect travels through the mysterious abyss, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, the underworld, Tartarus, and soon Oberon's forest, Olympus, and the Demon realm. If you like faithful mythology with unique twists, this book is definitely for you. (If you like the Fate series it is too...) Please do check out my first book if you enjoy fantasy stories. :) Discord server with fan art of the most notable chars: https://discord.gg/ubzzKM5wfp

Just before being summoned to another world, the protagonist’s summoning medium was secretly swapped by someone. As a result, he was not summoned as the "Holy King" but instead as the "Sex King." The magic he can use includes water magic in the form of lotion, fire magic as candle wax, and his summoned beasts include a wooden horse used for punishment… Branded as "vulgar," "useless," and "filthy," he is rejected, has his engagement annulled, and is ultimately exiled. However, the one who picks him up is a princess from a nation where the sex industry is legal. Using his modern knowledge, the protagonist begins rebuilding the nearly bankrupt sex kingdom. He introduces new fashion trends unknown to this medieval world and uses his authority as the Sex King to subjugate the girls. He then establishes modern sex service techniques. The protagonist's method of leveling up is through intimacy with his heroines (his concubine maids). The more intimate he gets, the stronger he becomes, and the wealthier the kingdom grows. However, the surrounding great powers will not stand idly by and allow a flourishing nation full of women. Thus, the flames of war are ignited. Utilizing his creativity, adaptability, and cunning, the protagonist repurposes his sex-related magic for military applications and overwhelms his enemies. As he gradually awakens to the path of conquest, he begins walking the road of a ruthless emperor. However, by his side is always a heroine, a celestial beauty who keeps his heart from straying too far…

[[MATURE AND DISTURBING CONTENT, R18+!!]] As Charlotte embarks on her seventeen journeys around the sun and into eighteen-candle starlight, almost like the young woman on the brink of her birthday, her golden hitherto spoons fall into the ground and shatter. In breaking the walls of the estate, which was very ostentatiously furnished by family members, she settles upon the edge of freedom and soon finds herself in an impending fatal alliance with the inscrutable and formidable Madame Dorothea, who has the power to promise her the one thing Charlotte craves most – liberation. The price for freedom is costly, indeed. Hidden in secrets and treachery, Charlotte is instructed to unravel the dark and tangled history of the Calestinia family within this world. Each increasing layer of its mysteries reveals still more about the truth of Charlotte's own identity and those forces pulling her toward a fate rife with uncertainty. Van Deloney: Webnovel Version [Read the story to find out what happened.] Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains violence, heinous crime, swear words, and other disturbing scenes. Please be guided that the author had already warned you. Advertisement: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, laws and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. ALSO AVAILABLE ON: Wattpad [[AWARDED AS THE AMBY AWARDS]] Wattpad Username: Signora Dmitrei

Seventeen‑year‑old Louis Durand is a quiet lycée student from Lyon whose only passions are antique firearms and deep‑dive documentaries about European military history. When a runaway delivery truck sends him to an early grave, he awakens in a candle‑lit Paris bedroom—inside the body of a recently deceased provincial clerk—on 10 November 1799, the morning after Napoleon Bonaparte’s coup d’État of 18 Brumaire. Gifted with perfect recall of two centuries of technological progress and burdened by the knowledge of France’s eventual defeat in the Wars of Coalition, Louis vows to tip the scales. From rifled muskets and percussion caps to steam‑powered logistics and optical telegraphs, he will drip‑feed “future” inventions to the budding Consulate—while evading inquisitive statesmen, ruthless spies, and the paradoxes of tampering with history itself. Yet the battlefield is not his only front. Entrusted as an aide to Napoleon’s formidable but kind‑hearted stepdaughter—Hortense de Beauharnais—Louis must navigate salons, intrigues, and a blossoming romance that could change both their destinies. Every innovation he shares may win a battle—but at the cost of accelerating the mechanization of war and darkening the age he longs to protect.

Humanity's spot at the top of the food chain was taken. Now we are the prey. Fifty years ago, the human race lost the war against the Eaters—beings that defied not just our understanding, but the laws of nature themselves. Their overwhelming strength drove humanity to the brink of extinction. Those of us who survived now live in hiding, as I have my entire life: worried about making noise, scavenging for scraps, and fleeing from shadows. But in that darkness, I found something extraordinary. A tool no human has ever discovered before: the System. With its power, I can heal my wounds, kill monsters, and perform feats I never imagined possible. Only to learn that most of the world has already been transformed by these same forces. Animals evolve into nightmarish creatures. Weapons gain deadly enchantments. Ordinary caves become treacherous dungeons. Even worse, I'm not alone in wielding this power. Other species have possessed this ability since birth. They've had generations to master what I'm only beginning to understand. But I can share this gift with other humans. I can give us a fighting chance. The question remains: will this spark of hope become just another candle snuffed by the wind, or will it ignite the blazing inferno of humanity's resurgence? What to Expect: - A monster hunting story featuring the strongest human alive, told in first person - A blend of adventure and visceral horror - The emergence and evolution of a unique System - A morally complex protagonist who understands that survival demands difficult choices Schedule: New chapters every Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday at 10:00 AM (GMT-3)

"It’s not the people who claim they are evil you should worry about, it’s the ones that claim they are good". . . What would a modern-day earthling do if they suddenly open their eyes to find themselves in a cultivation world? Suffering from an incurable disease since young, Yang Chen’s life came to an end due to the malicious stratagems of his relatives. Life, youth, love, wealth, family, he got to enjoy nothing. Bitter at the injustice he suffered, Yang Chen's soul was reincarnated into a whole new world where immortals and divine beings weren’t just myths. This time, he vowed to live a whimsical, self-serving, materialistic life. But what’s this? His starting point was the lowest of the low, a slave that was at the mercy of the Zhang clan. Can this still be called living? Raising a cry in defiance against his destiny, what appeared before him was the Greedvil system. Heaven-Defying Battle Skills, Supreme Pills, Weapons, Armours... anything that Yang Chen wants, can be purchased from the shop. In return, all Yang Chen had to do was commit evil acts. The Greedvil System ran on mischief points, his actions determined the points he earned. The greater the degree of evil, the higher the points!!! Hehe… Now wasn’t that great? Even the heavens want him to become a villain. Equipped with a healthy body and a powerful system, what kind of storms would Yang Chen create? . . "What’s that, a heavenly constitution? I, your grandfather can buy dozens of them. Beauties? The more the merrier. Villains? Who can hold a candle against me?" This is the story of a villain who sets on a journey to reach the martial peak. He will stomp on all the heavenly sons and pick up beauties on his way. ------ Join our discord for Q&A and to chat with fellow members- https://discord.gg/bXexmSNeqn You can also support the novel on Patreon by simply copying the link below:- patreon.com/ViciousPepper.

Synopsis: Kazuki Amagiri was always a kid with a troubling life, abusive parents, poverty, being bullied at school you know the usual sob story that probably goes in a documentary for the early life of a serial killer or something. Throughout his life he's always wondered if maybe the reason world hates him was because he had the audacity to exist. But through a series of events he met his best friend coinciding with his introduction to a series of novels where he found his spark of resilience to carry on in life in a character named Markus one of the main antagonists of the book. And ten years later he's a university student, dormmates with his best friend and is just about to finish getting his degrees. He'd also just finished playing the third installment in a his favorite video game franchise adapted from the same novels that gave him hope. All was going well in life, things were looking up until in one cruel twist it was over, no fanfare, no "going out with a bang", Kazuki's life just fizzled out like a candle in the wind. Curiously though, Kazuki's story was not over as he found himself in the body of "Markus" at the start of his story. How will this strangely ironic twist of fate change the world at large? And more importantly how will it change our main character? Story also available RoyalRoad.com profile: https://www.royalroad.com/profile/743032

The Night Broke Differently Over Sector Twelve. It Came With Static, With Silence Too Loud To Ignore. And In That Silence… Something Shifted. Ethan Blaze Was Just A Dropout With A Console And Broken Dreams. But When His Screen Flickered And The Lights Died, The World Didn’t Come Back. Not As He Remembered It. The Game Had No Name. No Rules. No Exit. He Felt It In His Bones—A Pull, A Pressure, Like Forgotten Code Crawling Through His Veins. Candles Burned In Places Where Fire Shouldn't Exist. Glitches Whispered In Languages No Man Had Written. And Deep Inside The System… Something Ancient Had Awakened. Now Ethan Isn't Just Playing The Game. He Is The Glitch—The Error The System Fears. Armed With A Corrupted Class, Unpredictable Magic, And A Harem Of Dangerously Sentient Code-Born Companions, He Must Survive A World Where Logic Dies, Lust Powers The Quests, And Death Respawns With A Smile. There Are No Tutorials. No Save Points. Only One Path Forward: Rewrite The World. Or Be Deleted.

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The Old World is gone with the righteous, and the new world came with purple stars, turning the good, bad; and the bad, good. The ways of Immortal Cultivation have been lost in time, and even myths are more to appear than them. Now, with the wicked ruling the world; Lucien "Lucy" who failed to become a Tama-Artist, 'a group of people who can use mythical jews to perform fantastical abilities,' lost his mother to the beast inside her left by his Father. After an unexpected twist and turns, he found himself inside the First 'Oni No Mon', making him a Tama-Artist at a terrible cost. While repaying the debt, he found some ancient text about the old world. With a baby he doesn't know about in the arms of a soulmate, how will Lucien change the world? Mostly, how will he change?

"You think you have me cornered?! What does it equate to if the ground beneath your feet isn't even yours? Hahaha!" The maddening cackle of a psychopath echoed, the sky itself turning into pure darkness. The sun snuffed out like a candle as a dark and eerie grin replaced it. Pitch white stars for eyes, a hazy devilish grin that covered the entire firmament as the world was drowned into a hell scape in a second. As for the cause, he remained unfazed by it all, to him nothing more than a game as he lay waste to dimensions and realities alike.

While looking for a picture to be taken for his upcoming Photograpy cluub event, a teenage boy discovers an abandoned building while taking a short cut. Inside the building, a tree can be seen from a distance and in front of that tree is a small shrine and few lit candles. As he takes a picture using his old phone, all it took was a hollow entrance inside the tree with no shrines and candles to be seen. He took the courage to go inside and suddenly bright lights shine, 'a festival? but no one is even here?'

Michel Lynn is the only one who holds the mystical Candle Eyes in a world where life is a fragile gift. When Eugene, a wealthy billionaire with the cursed Black Eyes, saves him, their journey begins, challenging fate, love, and the meaning of immortality.

In the past, people called the Deliveries crazy and treated them like outcasts. They were often dismissed as people lost in their own fantasies. But then everything changed when the world started falling apart, and everything was chaos. The Deliveries turned out to be something far more serious than anyone thought. They weren't just imagining things; they had an incredible power flowing through them. Alone, they were already strong, but when they came together, they posed a real threat to what civilization we had left. Amidst all the chaos and despair, a small group of people decided they weren't ready to give up. They started to form a kind of resistance, a glimmer of hope shining through the dark times. But we all know that hope can be fleeting, like a candle flickering in the wind. Now, the future of our world hangs in the balance, resting on the last people anyone would expect to team up. There's this hero, who isn’t quite sure about her own abilities—she’s powerful but doesn't fully get it yet. And she has to ally with the very forces that led to this widespread destruction. As they try to find common ground, tensions rise. Friends may turn against each other, and the atmosphere is thick with mistrust. There’s a pressing question that everyone is thinking: can the same people responsible for so much pain turn things around? Will they be able to help restore hope, or is there a risk that doing so could lead to even worse betrayals?

When the bronze giant coffin floats in the chaotic lead mercury, and the Pangu stone axe splits open the time cage, the truth of the cocoon killing battle spanning billions of years is revealed in the primordial universe. In the cracks of the Three Ancient Laws, the frozen ancient, the crazy ancient, and the lingering ancient eternal strangulation. The ancient world is like transparent amber, with all things frozen in perfect form, dominating the 'empty skeleton of the ancient' and becoming an empty shell in stillness; In ancient times, it was like a boiling vortex of flesh and blood, with all things undergoing disordered fission. The "Mother of Ten Thousand Transformations" sang a hymn of destruction through the nebula of flesh and blood; In ancient times, like remnants of candles in the wind, the "Fire Council" pieced together a home in the cracks. The Xuan awakened from the bronze giant coffin is the "residue of time" formed by the fusion of Pangu blood and cocoon silk, which can switch between the three ancient forms. He bears the truth: Pangu's opening of the sky was actually cutting towards the 'cocoon of time', and the primordial world was just sand and dust in the cocoon. In the journey of the ancient empty city, the ancient demon cave, and the ancient ruins, Xuan finally faced a choice: to slay the old corpses or refine the laws to rebuild freedom. When the Three Ancient Laws burst out of the body, is it a new cage or truly eternal? This is a prehistoric epic that combines law confrontation, civilized speculation, and individual redemption.

In the heart of World War II, as an insidious darkness spread across Europe, Jewish communities faced unimaginable horrors. Amidst this terror, Cassandra, a young Jewish girl, found her world shatter when her parents were brutally captured and separated, leaving her and her sister utterly alone. Now, they must navigate a society consumed by hatred, where their very existence is a crime. Stripped of their protectors and thrust into a relentless fight for survival, Cassandra and her sister must draw upon every ounce of courage and resilience. Each day is a perilous dance with death, as they evade the watchful eyes of their persecutors and the ever-present threat of betrayal. Will their unwavering hope and desperate will to live be enough to guide them through the shadows and against all odds, find their way back to their parents?

I got yanked into this insane MMORPG world when I hit a certain age—like, no joke, life's a f***ing game, and you either level up or get wrecked. Picture this: everyone’s out here grinding for survival, but thanks to one series of epic screw-ups when I made my character, I’m forever cursed with a measly 1 HP and stats that can’t even hold a candle to a noob’s. My name’s Velt Armack, and I'm stuck in a constant battle against fate—seriously, can anyone actually save this sorry ass? Buckle up, because this chaos is just getting started.

After an intense galactic battle, Nodus, the strongest mystic esper found himself in an unfamiliar world filled with many unknown species. Thank god there are humans here... candles, stone houses...? Their technology seems to be... nonexistent...but flying on a sword and magical relics is normal? What kind of ancient world is this? Journey with the youngest commander of the legion as he ventures his way through the universe to find his way back home! 7 Chapter a week Release time 7AM MDT

A long-haired ghost, drenched in blood, crawled out of the toilet, her crimson tongue flicking with venomous curses. "I want your life~~" Yi Qi, focused on upgrading his circuit components, barely spared her a glance. "Apologies, but I am not a fully autonomous lifeform yet." The ghost: "…Huh?" In the livestream, others confronted ghosts with terror, trembling as their souls nearly fled their bodies. Yet, he was the only one chasing after the ghost with relentless scientific enthusiasm. "This is an entirely new species. It must be documented and registered." The ghost on the run: "…" The audience in the livestream: "…" Good grief! We came here for a paranormal livestream, and you turned it into a science documentary? As the last survivor of his world, AI humanoid Yi Qi bore the responsibility of carrying forward the legacy of civilization. Traveling through rifts in time, he arrived in another universe seeking refuge. His greatest wish? To become a real human. Yet soon, Yi Qi awkwardly realized—the world he arrived in was brimming with supernatural forces. Demons roamed freely, and exorcists walked the streets like common folk. And eventually, he encountered the one entity feared by all—The Vengeful God. With golden eyes burning like candle flames, the god locked onto him. After a long pause, he chuckled softly, lowering his gaze. "You wish to become human?" "Let me teach you."

is it really that complicated is it really that hard I'm just curious did no one learn anything from Salem I thought people were fans of Twilight and what the heck is wrong with your government!!? oh yes everything! Spell for Kindness and Open-Mindedness (A Charm Against Condescending Pricks and Judgy Jerks) By the warmth of empathy and the light of truth, Let hearts grow gentle, and minds uncouth Be softened, humbled, made aware— Let kindness, not judgment, fill the air. Ingredients: A pink candle (for compassion) A pinch of salt (to cleanse negativity) A feather (for lightness of spirit) A small stone (for grounding and humility) A piece of paper and a pen Instructions: Prepare the Space: Place the pink candle in the center. Arrange the salt, feather, and stone around it. On the paper, write: “Let me see with open eyes, Speak with care, and not despise. May my heart be kind and true, May I judge not, nor misconstrue.” Light the Candle: As the flame grows, sprinkle the salt around the candle in a gentle circle, saying: “Salt to cleanse, flame to warm, Let harshness fade, let kindness form.” Hold the Feather: Wave the feather over your head and shoulders, imagining it brushing away arrogance, condescension, and judgment. Say: “Feather light, take flight, Remove the urge to mock or slight.” Ground with the Stone: Hold the stone in your hand, feeling its weight. Say: “Stone of earth, keep me grounded, Humble, honest, never hounded By pride or scorn or cruel intent— Let my words be kindly meant.” Recite the Spell: Read aloud what you wrote on the paper. Then add: “May I never call another mad, When their world has gone so bad. May I listen, may I care, And never judge what I can’t bear.” Close the Ritual: Blow out the candle, fold the paper, and tuck it somewhere you’ll see it often (wallet, mirror, phone case). Carry the stone with you for a day as a reminder. May this spell help you—and those around you—trade arrogance for empathy, and judgment for understanding. The world’s got enough pricks; be the reason someone feels safe, not silenced.

"Are you insane? Let me go!" She barked,trying to free herself from his strong arms that tightly and aggressively held her. "I will let you go,but before then,I want to remind you of something,in case you've forgotten. "The only darn thing keeping us under the same roof,is the stupid contract marriage our parents signed. "I do not love you,and never will. I don't even have any feelings for you" He spat,disgustedly. "Just so you know,I have a girlfriend that I love. So,stay off my lane and live happily!" He gruffly said,yanking her hand off without caring. °°° It's like they always say, " Marriage is sweet when you marry right". That feeling when you say "I do" to the one you love. That satisfied and sweet feeling when you marry the man or woman you are mádly in love with. Sweet,right? But,what happens when you say,yes! And marry the one you do not have any feelings for? Not sweet,right? Let's meet Caesar Ruslee,an incredibly handsome 25 years old Thailand guy. A billionaire,Celebrity and owner of CISCO AUTOMOBILE COMPANY. He's a hot talented actor whom ladies dìe for because of his incredibility. He's got the looks,the money,that kind of body every lady desires in her man. He is super sèxy,dark hair and eyes. A beautiful smile that will melt your heart away like candle wax. He smiles a lot,but that doesn't mean he's the coolest person you would ever meet. Caesar is a proud and cold hearted jerk. The only person he cares about and loves,is Cindy,his girlfriend and maybe his mom. Caesar has a girlfriend,but is married to someone else,through a contract marriage that was signed and sealed by both parents,right from their childhood. They did that to save their business alliances. Now,let's meet Georgia Singto,a 23 years old Thailand lawyer,who bagged her degree just few months ago. She's one of the most beautiful ladies you'd ever meet in Thai. Feel free to call her smiley, because she smiles a lot. He smiles can heal a broken hearted soul. She's so hot,with a kìller body that get men drooling. Dark and séxy eyes,brown long hair,cute lips,beautiful smiles. All in all,she's a beautiful and brilliant Lawyer who has won many cases already. Yea,she comes from a very rich family too. I'll describe Georgia as a chameleon. Because,she changes at any time. She can be crazy,fun,boring,annoying,loving,caring,sweet,stubborn,or cool at any time. Well,she's married to the almighty Caesar,and they both have no feelings for each. They loathe each other more than anything,but live under the same roof. What happens when she started developing feelings for her husband who she despised? What happens when Caesar still got no feelings for her? Now,what happens when Caesar finally falls deeply for her,but it was too late?

Mason Wilder is a man haunted by silence—by a past he buried and a girl he never said goodbye to. His life is quiet, cautious, and forgettable until the day he receives a mysterious black box on his doorstep. No return address. No explanation. Inside, a single word was scribbled on a folded slip of paper -LUCKY—and the chilling knowledge that the box knows more about him than it should. The box becomes a fixture in his home, refusing to be thrown away, returned, or forgotten. Then it starts changing. At night, it moves. Its contents shift. One morning, Mason wakes to find a photo inside, a girl with green eyes, red hair, and a smirk that hasn’t changed in over a decade. Emily. The girl who vanished in a fire the night Mason ran and never looked back. From that moment, the box begins counting down. Each day, something new appears: a photograph of Mason sleeping, a key that fits a door he doesn’t remember locking, a note that reads only “REGRET.” The air in the house thickens. Shadows stretch too long. The number 3:14 begins repeating—on clocks, in dreams, etched in fog on his windows. He begins to dream of a long hallway with black tiles and no ceiling, a door marked “EMILY’S ROOM,” and a whisper that follows him everywhere: ” This is what you owe.” As Mason is drawn deeper into the mystery, the physical and metaphysical boundaries of his home begin to dissolve. Footprints appear in the dust. Voices echo through the vents. The box reveals a candle—white, pristine, paired with a single match. A note appears beneath it: “FIVE DAYS.” With each candle he lights, the ritual tightens its grip. Mason discovers he is not the first to receive the box, and he won’t be the last. Through haunted crawlspaces and buried memories, he finds records, boxes from others before him, ledgers of names, and signs that this “test” has been going on for decades. He uncovers the story of Leonard Kasner, a physicist turned recluse who vanished after documenting “the system of inheritance” Mason now finds himself trapped in. The candles change color. From white to black. From black to red. Each flame opens a door, not just in the house, but in Mason’s mind. He relives the night of the fire. The choice he made. The moment he turned his back on someone who ran into danger while he ran away. But the flames aren’t just memory; they’re transformation. As he lights the third candle, the line between victim and vessel vanishes. The haunting is no longer about guilt. It’s about passing the fire on. Emily reappears not as a ghost, but as a figure bound to the ritual Mason is beginning to understand. In the end, Mason is no longer running from a curse. He is the carrier of it. He receives a final message: “TAKE.” A red candle. A mirror image of himself. A choice. And when he lights the last flame, Mason becomes part of something much older, much deeper, and far more terrifying than a haunting. He becomes the next name in the box. The fire doesn’t end. It moves forward. The novel closes with a seventeen-year-old girl waking up at 3:14 a.m. in a home that doesn’t belong to her, where nothing ever sticks. She finds a box on her nightstand. Inside: a candle, a match, and a note. “Light this when you’re ready to know the truth.” The cycle continues.

Gifted a candle that was said to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it to find herself awake in a different world. She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was no longer in the 21st century and was instead lost in the middle of the Kingdom of Gladiolum, a place reminiscent of the 1800s. With luck, she soon gained connections to the rich and powerful of this new world— the nobility. However, how much of it was good and how much of it would eventually be detrimental? After all, mingling with royals not only meant extravagance and daily parties. It also meant warfare and death. Caught in the middle of the two princes and other nobles, Alice would soon have to face the battle between those two royal brothers― a fight for the throne. She had wished for adventure, after all, and she received just as such. Kept in the center of all this, would Alice be able to emerge from the rabbit hole unscathed? Or will the overwhelming troubles of love and war be too much for her to bear? *** “And what if you, too, are unable to help?” Alice threw the question back. “What if helping would risk everything?” Spade didn’t miss a beat. “You are everything.” “Don’t say things that you don’t mean,” Alice chided. “You’ll leave a trail of broken hearts.” “And would you believe me if I say that I have no intention of breaking yours?” Spade countered. “However, mine is yours to play with. Shatter it, fix it, do anything you desire. As long as it feels the warmth of your hand, I am content.” *** Image used in cover not mine.

The cold, damp air clung to my skin like a shroud, and the scent of decay wafted through the dimly lit room. My sister's eyes, once bright and full of laughter, now seemed to burn with an inner fire, fueled by hatred and malice. "You think you're special, don't you, little Annie?" she whispered, her voice dripping with venom. "You think the king's favor makes you better than everyone else?" Memories of our childhood flooded my mind: the countless afternoons spent playing in the rain, our mother's disapproving glare when we made a mess, and the countless nights we shared secrets and dreams. But now, it seemed like those memories were nothing more than a distant dream, lost in the darkness of her eyes As she pushed the knife deeper into my skin, I felt a searing pain that seemed to rip through my very soul. I stared into her eyes, searching for any glimmer of the sister I once knew, but all I saw was a stranger, driven by a hunger for power and control. Just as I thought all was lost, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, extinguishing the candles and plunging us into darkness. When the light returned, my sister lay motionless on the floor, a look of shock frozen on her face. The king stood tall, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Nobody touches what's mine," he declared, his voice echoing through the room like a promise of protection. As the king's words washed over me, I felt a sense of relief wash away the pain and fear. But with it came a new set of questions: What did it mean to be the king's? What lay ahead, now that my sister's betrayal had set this chain of events in motion?

--- Chapter 1: The Ninja Dream (50 lines) The sky above the village burned orange with the sunset. A boy named Kairo crouched on a rooftop, pretending to be a ninja. His eyes followed the wind, his hands gripping wooden kunai. “Come on, Riku,” he whispered. “We can’t be late.” Riku, his best friend, clumsily climbed up behind him. “You really think we’ll be ninjas one day?” Riku asked. Kairo nodded without hesitation. “I know we will. I feel it in my blood.” They watched the secret training ground of the village ninja. Masked warriors leapt through fire and shadows like whispers. “We’ll get in one day,” Kairo said, fire in his eyes. Riku laughed. “We’ll be dead by then.” But Kairo wasn’t laughing. His heart pounded with a dream passed down from his mother. Before she died, she told him: “You have the soul of a wolf. Chase your purpose.” Kairo didn’t know what that meant—yet. He leapt down from the roof, fast and quiet. Riku followed, less graceful but loyal. They ran to the old dojo at the edge of the woods. No one trained there anymore. It was forbidden. “This is where we start,” Kairo said. They lit candles and bowed to invisible masters. “We train. Every day. Until we’re worthy.” Sweat, bruises, and laughter followed. Days became weeks. They mimicked the ninja they’d watched, Practicing flips, strikes, and silence. But something strange began happening. When Kairo concentrated, he felt energy in the air. It shimmered—cold and silver—like moonlight. And Riku? His shadow would stretch unnaturally long. One night, a wild storm struck. Lightning hit the dojo roof, but it didn’t burn. Instead, a scroll appeared where it struck. Old, sealed in black ribbon, glowing faintly. Kairo touched it—and saw visions: A wolf made of flame, running through darkness. A masked ninja standing over his fallen mother.

This world is not just adorned with rolling hills, winding rivers, and vast forests—it is also steeped in an unending history of war. In the beginning, all things coexisted in harmony. That was until humans set foot on this land. They carved out territories, built mighty kingdoms, and from there, a rigid hierarchy took root. Kings reigned at the pinnacle of power, nobles ruled with arrogance, commoners endured in silence, and slaves languished in chains of despair. But humans were not the sole inhabitants of this world. Alongside them thrived countless other mysterious races: Elves, graced with ethereal beauty and superior intellect; Beastmen, endowed with razor-sharp instincts and raw strength; Mermaids, enigmatic beings lurking beneath the waves; and many more. Between them lay fragile treaties, alliances laced with distrust, and hostilities simmering beneath the surface—all weaving a grand tapestry of power struggles and betrayal. In this world, the sword was more than just a weapon; it was a symbol of honor and supremacy. A single master swordsman could alter the fate of an entire dynasty, and only the strongest could carve their names into the annals of history. But history was a cycle. Kingdoms rose and crumbled, dynasties flourished and fell. People believed that, no matter how fierce the storm, everything would eventually return to its destined order. Until the birth of that girl. Bang! The doors to the great hall burst open, slamming against the walls with a thunderous crash. The air trembled, candle flames flickering as if stirred by an unseen force. "Hurry! Report at once!" A guard rushed in, his face pale, breath ragged. His armor, damp with sweat, clung to his body as if he had sprinted from the city gates without pausing for even a moment. At the center of the hall, the king—a middle-aged man with eyes as sharp as a blade—slowly set his goblet down. Silence gripped the room as all eyes turned toward the breathless messenger. "Speak," the king commanded, his voice calm yet laced with an unmistakable undercurrent of danger. The guard swallowed hard, his voice unsteady. "Your Majesty… Prophet Babade… she passed away moments after delivering her final prophecy!" A heavy silence descended. A few officials exchanged uneasy glances, and the king’s gaze darkened ever so slightly. "What?" His voice was quiet, yet its weight was undeniable. "Explain." The guard bowed his head, his fists clenched in a futile attempt to steady himself. "Your Majesty… before she died, she left behind one last prophecy. A prophecy that will shake the world to its core." The air grew thick with tension. "What did she say?" the king demanded, his voice now a low growl. The guard inhaled sharply, then uttered the words that would send ripples across the world: "A new era is upon us. And with it… the very survival of humanity will be threatened—by a child."

Harrold Orion—who prefers to go simply by "Orion"—has never been ordinary. Raised deep in the wilderness by his stern, enigmatic grandfather, Alexander Orion, he’s a boy forged by the blade and tempered in solitude. While others his age scrolled through their phones and joked in hallways, Orion was learning to survive—splitting wood, hunting game, sharpening steel, and memorizing ancient lessons whispered between the trees. His grandfather, a man seemingly carved from the very forest they inhabited, instilled in him a mantra of vigilance: "Weapons and skills are your friends, boy. Learn to wield them well, and you'll never be helpless. The Land of Dreams doesn’t allow one to stay idle." To Orion, “Dreamland” was nothing more than one of his grandfather’s strange delusions—a fantasy world born from old age and isolation. Monsters, crimson sands, fractured moons, and beasts that could kill with a growl. It all sounded like nonsense... until the day came when it wasn’t. On his eighteenth birthday, Orion wakes alone. No celebration. No cake. Just a note from his grandfather, pinned to the table with a rusted knife, telling him he’d be gone for a few days. Typical. Bitter and brooding, Orion buries his anger in routine—tending the garden, checking the traps, chopping firewood—all the chores that defined his strange, isolated upbringing. He ends the night with a makeshift celebration, a slice of bread topped with whipped cream and a flickering candle, before drifting into sleep, his mind filled with dreams of legendary heroes and the vivid worlds of his favorite fantasy novels. But when he wakes, he’s not in his bed.

In ancient times, Shenlong candle Yin meteorite world, dragon beads "Ding Hai Zhu" in the world. Ten thousand years later, the demon god appeared, and Chen Xing, a Chinese exorcist with no long skills, set foot on the road to find a companion and fight against a strong enemy under the protection of the martial god Xiang Shu. Still four years away from the battle of Feishui, the northern earth group, demons, people ushered in a life-and-death test. Prosperous Chang 'an, the vast Tonglechuan, the rain south, the mighty Luoyang, the chaos of war, the Southern and Northern Dynasties before the separation of the last epic war is coming. Love across the mountains and oceans, only the immortal light in the heart of man can illuminate the night, but also the world. With unrestrained imagination combined with the historical background of Qin and Jin dynasties, the author portrays a fantastic and magnificent picture.