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Asmr Light Triggers Eyes Closed

The Eyes of Laceration

“Kuha!” I gasped and backed away, plunging out my lance out of ‘Amaranth’s’ chest. Blood seeped out of my mouth in quite literally deathly amounts. But I did not waver, I might be close to dying, my body is collapsing, but my will isn’t. “Major… no, Kiera.” I spoke, although barely. “Always remember; there are no victors in war, only survivors with scars.” My knees buckled, and I fell to one. “Also, write it on my tombstone: …” I struggled and stood back up again. Coughing up blood, I glared unto the now heavily injured Omega class with hate so pure, passion instilled, and commitment to burn. “… on the day of December 31st, year 2060, Harbinger of Humanity’s Ordinance, died with badassery, slaying a god.” For a good 5 seconds, I was met with silence before I received an answer. “…Alright. I will make sure. Now go and kick its ass.” A deep sigh resounded in my ears. I smirked, for one final attack, I let my Exsia run rampant and uncontrolled. Amaranth glared at me with contempt as it also began to prepare its final attack. “Arrogant human, I admit that you posses sufficient might to harm me. But you fall short from killing me, feel the wrath of heaven, be torn asunder repeatedly again!” A giant sword of pure crimson energy appeared behind it as I felt the Exsia fluctuations from it. Again, white flames burst out from my frame, burning to its brightest state. “A star is most brilliant before its death, heaven may fall, but I stand tall: BERNSTEIN!!!” I shouted, as I lunged forward unto the devastating attack in front of me, capable of leveling entire countries, but my attack did not waver and a bright white light engulfed my vision, taking me into its embrace. Then I heard a gentle whispering voice. [What would you wish for if you could live your life again?]
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The Child of Light

In a world ruled by ambition and cloaked in glass towers, power isn’t always defined by thrones or swords—it’s measured in boardrooms, mergers, and the weight of empires built on fragile egos. Hannah Beaumont and Phillips Grayson were titans in their own right—two brilliant minds, two relentless souls, each determined to outshine the other. They built kingdoms from numbers and strategy, bending the world’s will with nothing more than their signatures. But there was one thing they never planned for: Marianna. Born not out of love, but a moment where vulnerability cracked through ambition, Marianna was supposed to be an afterthought in their empires of control. Instead, she became their universe. Both parents doted on her as if she were the rarest treasure, even while their egos waged silent wars around her. But Marianna was never ordinary. Behind her curious eyes shimmered a light no human should possess. Whispers followed her steps—some called her gifted, others, touched by something divine. What no one knew—not even Hannah or Phillips—was that Marianna wasn’t just brilliant, kind, or unnervingly wise beyond her years. She was something far more powerful: an angel in disguise. This isn’t a story about wealth or corporate conquests. It’s about the extraordinary hidden within the ordinary. A child born of chaos and rivalry, destined to bring balance between worlds both seen and unseen. It’s about the battles she’ll fight—not with swords or strategy, but with compassion, light, and a power no human rivalry can understand. As you turn these pages, you’ll follow Marianna’s journey from boardrooms to celestial realms, where the choices she makes could either save or shatter everything her parents worked for—and everything humanity believes about the divine. Some stories begin with heroes. This one begins with a miracle. Are you ready to witness the rise of The Child of Light?
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The Prince of Light

"When darkness surrounds you, and not even the faintest particle of light remains… when all have lost hope, and the future seems like a distant dream… in that moment, my seeker, you have only two choices: surrender or look within yourself until you find the light you need and become a lantern for the lost." In a world consumed by shadows, where hope is but a distant echo, an ordinary young man is swept by fate into an extraordinary realm. He is no warrior. He is no sage. He has no noble lineage, nor a hidden power. And yet, deep within him, there lies the only spark capable of challenging the eternal night. Noctharn, the King of the Night, has stolen the world’s light, plunging its people into misery and fear. The libraries have been burned to ashes, yet in the most remote corners of the land, forbidden books still whisper secrets. Technology has been stripped away, but the last androids silently guard the remnants of knowledge. Dragons and ancient birds have vanished, hiding in the folds of time. The sun has been banished, and only the Millennial Moon remains, an unwavering witness to the suffering of her children. But even in despair, there are those who resist. Those who remember that true light can never be destroyed—only hidden. Legends speak of a chosen one, a pure soul whose light will restore hope and bring dawn back to the Continent of Eternal Dawn. Yet true royalty is not inherited—it is earned. And before he can rise against the darkness, he must face trials of virtue, learn the meaning of sacrifice, and understand that power does not lie in strength, but in the heart. "If you stop thinking only of yourself and look beyond, you will find what truly matters." "Virtue must be tested in order to shine before evil. Only then can it be recognized—only then can it be feared." "Darkness may fade, but light… light never dies."
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