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We Were Close, Yet Miles Apart

For seven hundred years, the Carsen Empire stood untouchable—a dynasty carved in war, forged in blood, and ruled by the vision of a single man: Delecto K. Carsen. He did the impossible—ended a decade of war without staining his hands with innocent blood. His empire thrived. Until now. Until everything collapsed. The Northern Duke and Duchess—dead. Their son, Alex Luxembourg—seventeen, unprepared, and drowning in a kingdom that no longer respects him. His father’s land? Starving. Rotting. On the verge of rebellion. His enemies? Laughing. Waiting. Circling like vultures. Then comes the final blow. Bandits attack. Supplies vanish. Famine tightens its grip. The people cry out, and Alex reaches for the Emperor’s aid—only to watch it be stolen before his very eyes. This is no ordinary raid. Someone from within is feeding the enemy. A noble. A traitor. A snake in silk robes. And now, the Emperor speaks. Fix this. Or be erased from history. The solution? Marriage. A bond between Alex and Maria Morgan, the daughter of the most dangerous man in the empire. A deal that shackles Alex to a future he never wanted, with a woman he cannot trust. Is she a savior or a spy? A pawn, or a queen waiting to strike? The game is set. The court is filled with smiling assassins. The empire holds its breath. Now, Alex must do the impossible—outwit the wolves, find the traitor, save his people… and survive the throne that was never meant to be his. Because in the Carsen Empire, power isn’t given. It’s taken. And if Alex isn’t careful, he won’t just lose his land. He’ll lose his life.
LucianPestelio_001 · 16.7K Views

God's Man

[Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme violence, torture, and abuse.] "You are nothing but a toy—a plaything for the gods. Why resist the inevitable?" Alan's voice was laced with contempt. "For a man. For a woman. For a father. For a mother. For a son. For a daughter. For the broken. For the dreamers. For those who prayed and believed. I am their salvation," Hmu Hmo proclaimed. Alan's laughter erupted—Ha! Ha! Ha!—each burst sharp and mocking, amused by the man's resolution. "Salvation? No—you're their ruin. Their reckoning!" He seized the girl's hair, forcing her tear-streaked gaze to meet Hmu Hmo's eyes. "Death doesn't flinch before you...but—what about her?" —Schhhhrrkk. … They said the world is cruel and that the gods—or whoever is up there—are evil. But what is evil? Beasts devour beasts. Men slay men. Is the devourer evil? Is the slayer evil? Or was it the one who was devoured, the one who was slain, the one who lost? In every fairytale, the hero always defeats the villain. But was the hero always righteous and the villain always evil? Indeed, only the purest heart can receive the hero's calling or the blessing from the gods. But if the gods are evil, was it the villain who was called? This story follows the tragic lives of Hmu Hmo, Alan, and a dozen other characters—each connected to them in one way or another, or is essential to the unfolding events of the world. As these characters strive to achieve their goals, they may fall victim to the world's wickedness—or even become the embodiment of evil itself. They will accomplish feats worthy of song, yet commit crimes that make your skin crawl. As the story progresses, the line between hero and villain will blur. Was it Alan? Was it Hmu Hmo? Or was it someone else entirely—someone unexpected? Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, including torture, slavery, sexual abuse, and self-harm. While these elements are not the central focus of the work, they are essential to the characters' experiences and development. Reader discretion is strongly advised.
TriYe · 27.8K Views

The Strongest God? That Sounds Boring

Maximus Void once ruled over everything. From the First Realm of mortals to the Ninth Realm of gods, his name inspired awe and fear in equal measure. His journey to the pinnacle of power was one of relentless ambition. He conquered nations, tamed beasts, and shattered the limits of magic itself. With every battle fought and every foe bested, he climbed higher. By the time he reached the summit of the Nine Realms, there was no question—he was the strongest being to ever exist. Yet, as Maximus gazed across the infinite landscape of the Ninth Realm, with its skies of eternal twilight and seas of liquid stars, he found no joy in it. There was nothing left to conquer. The thrill that had driven him for centuries, the fire that had burned within his soul, had long since dimmed. Where once there was excitement in facing the unknown, there now remained only the dull certainty of victory. His powers were so absolute that even the gods of old, those once feared and revered, became mere shadows in his presence. He had solved the mysteries of the cosmos, transcended the limits of creation, and now all that stretched before him was a life without challenge. “I've become... a prisoner of my own strength.” "This is... no life." The solution was simple, though the consequences were severe. He would erase his memories, sealed his power and scattered it across the realms. Not all of them—he needed to leave behind a single spark, something to drive him forward. He would remember his desire for adventure, his longing for a challenge, but nothing else. His godhood, his victories, his powers, and his title as the strongest being would all be sealed away within his mind, locked behind the scattered fragments of his power. "I want to enjoy the journey again." It was the only thing that mattered.
Almiron94 · 1.4K Views
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