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Bleak Faith Forsaken

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Jian Xuan, born without the Celestial Star, has been forsaken by both the gods and fate itself. Rejected by his family, abandoned by the world, and scorned by those he once trusted, Jian Xuan becomes a wandering cultivator in search of a purpose beyond survival. He dreams of one thing: revenge. When whispers of an ancient and hidden sect, the Forsaken Sect, reach his ears, Jian Xuan sees his chance for redemption. This secretive group is said to hold the power to challenge the very heavens and rewrite the laws of destiny itself—an offer too tempting to refuse. In his journey to find the Forsaken Sect, Jian Xuan faces countless trials, unravels the mysteries of the ancient temple known as the Forbidden Path, and encounters a figure who claims to be the last of the Forsaken. With this cryptic guide, Jian Xuan learns a shocking truth: to break Heaven’s Will, he must not only defy fate, but replace it. To become the master of destiny, he must first become its servant. However, his pursuit of power soon leads him down a dark path of moral dilemmas. With each choice, Jian Xuan must grapple with the consequences of his actions, torn between personal vengeance and the weight of his growing power. As the line between ally and enemy blurs, he realizes that even those who stand by him may have their own agendas, and some betrayals may be inevitable. In a world where gods play with the lives of mortals and fate is a cruel puppet master, Jian Xuan will have to decide whether to destroy the very system that forsook him or embrace it and become the ruler of all. The question remains: Can one truly change their destiny, or is the price of defying fate too great? The Forsaken Path is not one of easy answers, but one where power and sacrifice walk hand in hand.
Neil_Palmer · 91 Views

Jōki:The Forsaken Gift

In a world of advanced technology and ancient traditions, jōki—a powerful energy fueled by emotions—determines one’s strength. Those who can wield it gain extraordinary abilities, while those who cannot are left to live in the shadows, able to sense jōki but never use it. Luka Viazemsky is different. Born without emotions, he cannot perceive or harness jōki, making him an outcast. Bullied and shunned, he struggles to understand concepts of right and wrong. But everything changes the day he is pushed off a cliff—an accident that should have ended his life. Rescued by a mysterious man, Luka learns he is not alone in his suffering. The man, too, was cursed with a life without emotions, yet he possessed something rare—a unique form of jōki that did not require emotions to manifest. Taking Luka under his wing, the stranger trains him before passing down his extraordinary power, unknowingly painting a target on Luka’s back. Now, armed with an ability he barely understands and hunted by those who seek to claim it, Luka must navigate a world that has never accepted him. As he fights to master his newfound strength and blend in with those who once rejected him, he discovers a far greater threat—the Xeno, an alien race that looms over humanity’s future. With enemies closing in, Luka embarks on a dangerous journey to find his missing sister, uncover the secrets of jōki, and confront the dark forces that will stop at nothing to control his power.
Yuki_girl · 2.6K Views

The Forsaken Heiress

HEED MY ADVICE, TO ALL WHO WILL LISTEN, THE FURY OF A WOMAN WHO LIVES ON REVENGE, EVEN IN THE FACE OF DEATH, IS A RECKONING THAT SPARES NO ONE. The Dukedom Heiress Luella Van-Rensselaer thought that by doing everything her family needed, she would have the beautiful and loving family she had always wanted. However, she ends up getting betrayed by her own twin sister and her fiancé. Having gotten fed up with her family and how badly they had put her through, Luella wishes for death, which her sister gives to her as she ends up dying in the hands of her sister and fiancé. Finally, finding the peace she had always wanted, she wakes up to when she was eighteen (18) years old as the funeral service of her father. And now filled with nothing but rage and memories of her past, she now aims to destroy the entire dukedom with its name. The Van-Rensselaer dukedom will end WITH her and BY her. ~+~ A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH NO POWER OR WEALTH IS NOTHING BUT A DREAMER; BUT A MAN WHO LOVES HIS WOMAN WITH POWER AND WEALTH IS A PROTECTOR, WORTHY TO BE BY HER SIDE. And that was what Grand Duke Ozed Rhinelander was. A man who went to war for his woman, accumulated wealth for his woman, lives for his woman. And he would kill for his woman. When Luella decides to take revenge on her family, she goes to one person she fully trusts. ~+~ ~Fragment~ "Do you want this?" His voice was low, almost a growl, but there was a hint of something else beneath — something that made her heart skip a beat. She swallowed hard, her throat dry. The question hung in the air between them, heavy and tangible. "I… I don't know," She finally answered, her voice barely above a whisper. His lips curled into a smirk, a slow, dangerous smile that sent shivers down her spine. "Liar" he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. "You want this. You want me." She opened her mouth to protest, to deny it, but he didn't give her a chance. His hand shot out, gripping her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. "Do you want me to prove it?" He asked, his voice dripping with challenge. ~+~ Tags: #Revenge #Strongfemalelead, #norape, #reincarnation, #Fakeidentity, #EdwardianEra, #VampireRomance #Smut #Supernaturalpowers #magic #darkfantasy #long-distance pining (The main characters are aware of each other's feelings but can't be physically be together yet. IN THE BEGINNING CHAPTERS). ~+~ Cover is mine. DO NOT USE ____ @AR
AraneaeRuber · 341.4K Views

Einar : The Forsaken

Einar Stonbrol's life in modern times was a bleak one. A struggling alcoholic, he wandered aimlessly, void of purpose or direction. His days blended together in a haze of cheap liquor and broken dreams. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. Reborn in a fantasy world, Einar finds himself in a realm where magic and mythical creatures reign supreme. At first, he's as lost as ever, but something within him stirs. Perhaps it's the thrill of battle, or the camaraderie of his newfound companions, but Einar begins to awaken to his new life. As he navigates this strange new world, Einar discovers that his past experiences – though marred by alcoholism – have granted him unexpected advantages. His tolerance for pain and hardship serves him well in the face of danger, and his sharp wit, once dulled by alcohol, now proves a valuable asset. Determined to make the most of his second chance, Einar sets out to become the strongest being in this realm. He faces formidable foes, forges unbreakable bonds with unlikely allies, and uncovers hidden secrets about his past and the world around him. The mantle of "The Forsaken" follows him, a reminder of his past life's struggles and his newfound purpose. Einar's journey is one of redemption, as he battles to overcome the demons of his past and forge a new destiny. Will he find a way to balance his ambition with the bonds of friendship and the greater good, or will the shadows of his former life consume him once more? In "Einar the Forsaken," the lines between legend and reality blur, and the fate of a world hangs in the balance. Join Einar on his epic quest to reclaim his life and forge a new legacy.
The_Lost_Dreamer · 14.4K Views

Solus: Path Of The Forsaken

In a world dominated by the tyrannical Overlord, where society thrives on the power of Q-Energy, those deemed unworthy are discarded and left to perish. Ishizaki, a scavenger barely scraping by in the outskirts of civilization, never imagined he was anything more than another forsaken soul. But his life changes forever when he unearths a strange, sentient device hidden beneath the rubble—Solus, an advanced AI fused with Q-Energy. From the moment he touches it, Ishizaki is marked for death. The Overlord’s forces descend upon him with terrifying efficiency, forcing him into a desperate flight for survival. As he struggles to stay alive, he finds allies in the most unlikely places: Drax, a grizzled warrior with a thirst for vengeance; Kaede, a rogue scientist harboring dangerous secrets; and a group of orphaned children who have lost everything. But the deeper they flee into the ruins of the old world, the more Ishizaki realizes something is wrong. He is changing. Visions of a past he does not remember. A voice whispering in his mind. An unbearable sense of déjà vu as he draws closer to the Overlord’s darkest secrets. When the group uncovers the remnants of Project Ascension, a forbidden experiment buried beneath layers of deception, Ishizaki is confronted with an unbearable truth—he is not who he thought he was. The answers lie within a heavily guarded research facility, a place where monsters were made, and humanity was lost. It is there that Ishizaki encounters Unit 01, a being fused with both flesh and machine, a prototype of something greater—the first subject of Project Ascension. But what shakes him to his core is not Unit 01’s power or the horror of their existence. It’s the fact that they recognize him. “You were meant to replace me.” Before Ishizaki can demand answers, the facility begins to collapse. Unit 01, unstable and dying, makes a final sacrifice to ensure the group’s escape. But freedom is an illusion. As they emerge into the broken world beyond, a chilling sight awaits them—the Overlord’s forces are already there, waiting. Their arrival was expected. Now, with the truth about himself unraveling, Ishizaki faces an impossible choice: accept that he is nothing more than a failed experiment and keep running, or embrace the terrifying possibility that he was created to end the Overlord’s rule. Even if it means sacrificing his own humanity. The path ahead is uncertain, but one thing is clear—he is forsaken, but he is not alone. And for the first time, Solus speaks not as an AI, but as something else entirely. “Ishizaki… you were never meant to survive. But now that you have, what will you do?” With enemies on all sides, time running out, and the weight of the past crushing him, Ishizaki must forge his own path. A path of vengeance. A path of survival. A path of the forsaken.
OPCD · 5.3K Views

The Alpha's Forsaken Feisty Mate

“I won't divorce you, Melissa. Until your last breath, you will live with me in this nameless marriage,” Radulf declared. Melissa Rosetta, the illegitimate daughter of the Alpha King and an omega servant, had no choice but to comply with her father's demand― marry Radulf De Lagrange, the fallen Alpha of the once-powerful Shadow Hunter Pack. Despite being the strongest dominant alpha, Radulf's influence and power crumbled when his father was accused of treason against the crown. As for Radulf's punishment? He was forced to marry a weak, wolf-less omega, who he had nothing but disdain for. To top it off, he was sent to the Western Frontier on his wedding day. Melissa eagerly awaited Radulf's return as she suffered through ridicule, believing that when he did, he would be happy to see how mighty his pack had become under her care. However, after four years, Radulf returned with a beautiful woman, shattering Melissa's heart. "You betrayed me while I stayed loyal to you. I don't want to live with you and watch your affair with another woman. Divorce me, Radulf, and free me from this marriage. If you don't wish to do that, then mark me,” Melissa demanded on the day of his return. “Divorce you, Feisty Princess? Never! If you want to get marked, then beg me or seduce me to do so,” Radulf challenged. On the day of his rut, he said, “Melissa, my mate, allow me to mark you.” ~~~~ Special thanks to my editor for refining the synopsis.
Light_ray · 334.7K Views

His Forsaken Luna

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -
Kelly_Starrz · 476.5K Views

The Forsaken-Grade Cultivator

It’s 2100, and Vincent Carter – Ying – is a twenty-year-old virgin with a penchant for profanity, he has but three guiding principles: “In a world where honour and valour seem like unaffordable luxuries, cowardice remains the pragmatist’s ultimate virtue. Spinelessness isn’t shameful, it’s simply self-preservative romance.” “Doubt is unironically the cheapest superpower a person can have, after all if it’s human, it’s probably plotting something. And if it’s plotting something, it’s probably hiding something. And if it’s hiding something… well, you get the idea. So question everything, one sceptical step at a time.” And lastly, “Muscle heads – because who needs brains when you can just flex your way through life? Couldn’t be me, I’ll tell you that much.” Armed with nothing but these… questionable (?) values, as well as experiences shaped by a hellish life in the slums, Ying dives headfirst into the latest VR sensation – Cultivation Climax, a world brimming with great magic, ancient mysteries, and blood-curdling conspiracies just waiting to be unravelled. However, because Ying’s life is just that kind of special, he is greeted with a rather ‘lovely’ surprise upon opening his eyes to the new world… Ding! [Your misfortune is truly astounding!] [You have awakened the absolute WORST talent for Cultivation!] ‘…’ “…W-what?!” Yes, what indeed. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/633482/fictions. I'm the author.
A_literal_Sunfish · 16.1K Views

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 6.3K Views
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