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Totk Gerudo Temple

Let's Train Heroine

Lucan Ironfist came from a noble family, but he wasn't the eldest son. When his brother became the head of the family and he turned 18, Lucan would become a commoner. A strange rule, but that's how it was. So Lucan began to think of a way to live a peaceful life. As he was considering this, his mother arranged for him to become a priest in another city. A priest didn't have to worry about food or housing, and all he had to do was watch over the temple and the statue. It was easy work, so he agreed and arrived at the city. One day, as he was watching over the temple and the statue, a poor-looking girl came to pray. When she prayed to God, light gathered around her body. Lucan was surprised and suddenly remembered the plot of a certain game. Originally, Lucan was from Earth and had traveled to this fantasy world. When he was on Earth, he played a game with a plot where a merchant family's illegitimate daughter, bullied by her family, awakened the power of a saint. Lucan decided to keep this secret and train the saint so that in the future, he could have an easy life and save himself from any crises. --- **Please do not rate the novel until you have read at least 20 chapters. This includes 5-star ratings. After reading 20 chapters, you are welcome to rate the novel as you see fit. However, please refrain from using any abusive language in your comments. Any comment containing abusive language will be deleted, even if it includes a 5-star rating. ** If there is something you do not like, please mention it. If it is something I can fix, I will do my best to address it. Similarly, if there is something you enjoy, please let me know. ** Feel free to ask questions, and I will do my best to answer them, provided they do not spoil the story.
_Er · 2.1M Views

Crimson & Light: Starting Over In A World Isn't As Easy As It Seems

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)
Mason45 · 2.5K Views

THE WALLS BETWEEN Us

After ten years apart, two childhood friends reunite, but their once-vivid bond feels faded and distant. What remains is a faint connection neither can fully understand. As they navigate their new realities, one of them begins to recover long-buried memories that may hold the key to reigniting their relationship. Will they uncover what truly binds them, or are some connections destined to remain fragments of the past? "Memories are the silent footprint of the past, guiding us through the present." "A lost memory is the forgotten fragment of time, hidden but truly never gone." The golden hues of the setting sun danced on the waves, casting a warm glow over the beach. Alice and Noah stood at the water's edge, the cool sand grounding them as the world around them seemed to blur. Their eyes locked—a deep, unspoken connection passing between them, carrying an ocean of emotions too heavy to name. “Alice,” Noah whispered, his voice almost lost in the gentle crash of the waves. She didn’t waver, her gaze steady. “There’s so much we’ve left unsaid, Noah. So many secrets we’ve buried. Don’t you think it’s time we face them?” He let out a shaky breath, his fingers brushing his temple as if trying to make sense of it all. “I know,” he said, his voice strained. “But not now. I… I just need a moment. It’s too much to take in.” The silence that followed was both heavy and fragile, like the pause before a storm. Yet, in that fleeting instant, neither looked away, both silently acknowledging the unspoken truths that had yet to surface.
authormika · 86 Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 28.6K Views

I'M SUMMONING THE SWORDMASTER RYUJI HONDA

"I strengthened my body to run there. I grabbed the brush, and the blood on my hand soaked it. But I didn't care about that's all. I started drawing a summoning circle on the altar of the sun temple. My blood dripped between my drawings. And what is this... Is my tears also dripping? Please... hold on... hold on to all this, Elena... I begged to my weary body. My circle was finished and I knelt in front of it and began to chant my spell. "O deus totius lucis, da mihi gloriam tuam! Nuntium mitte ut populum tuum salvet!" (Oh god of all light, give me your glory! Send a messenger to save your people!) The blood flowed more rapidly in my hand, soaking my body. But I didn't care about all that. I have to hold on... I must! "Pandite portas mundi... Venite heroes... Portas Heroum!!!" (Open the gates of the world... Come heroes... Gate of Heroes!!!) Then the light came, shining very brightly, giving me a glimmer of hope. And there appeared a figure of a man in clothes like a blanket wrapped around his body. He was holding a sword in his hand. Hope... a hope has arrived!" This novel tells the story of Elena Fearis, a Priest (light mage), who uses forbidden magic to summon a hero from another world to save her village from the savage attacks of orges. The one she summons is Ryuji Honda, a samurai from the Edo period of Japan. How does the adventure of Elena Fearis and Ryuji Honda continue? This is my second light novel, blending fantasy, action, and romance. Hope u enjoy it!
Matakatra_Writer · 3.8K Views

Talent Awakening: The Last Surviving Sorcerer.

"In the land of myth and the time of magic…" "The destiny of a great kingdom rests on the shoulders of a ....." Xaren dodged as a stone whistled past his face before he could finish his playful chants. If he had been a second late, he would have been struck by the stone. "Cut that crap!" Eryndor Darkfire thundered, his expression dreadful and grim, and almost instantaneously, he was laughing hard and chasing his friend, Xaren, around in a police and thief game play. Eryndor Darkfire, the male MC was a still birth. He was already dead by the time he was birthed with his mother losing her life during labour. A dramatic cosmic manifestations happened on the night he was born. His Father, Kael Tan carried Eryndor cold body and dashed into the temple with hopes that his son would be saved. A child marked to be a sorcerer at a time when darkness of the underworld was at its climax, brimming with tenebrous intensity. With the lost heritage of magic and sorcery restored, Eryndor was the last ever bloodline of his father to exist with ability to harness and use magic. At 12, Eryndor fought some bandits who came to kidnap him from his home. And to protect his identity and safety, his Father had to make him run away, far from home before he was discovered. Eryndor faced various forms of diversities, made new friends, and learnt a lot of lessons from his master. Along the line, He found out a very gruesome and harrowing secret about his ancestors, and had to fight the greatest battle of his life - A mortal battle with his demonic sisters. Eryndor has to walk through many deadly adventures, discover secrets, and challenge mighty and ancient beings to be able to stop his demonic sisters. "Astra descendo, tenebrae repello! (Stars descend, darkness repel!) By the celestial fires that burn within, I call upon the ancient powers to begin. Aegis mea, protego totalum! (My shield, I protect all!) Mors demoni, mortem infero! (Death to the demon, death I bring!) Let's walk you through the journey of 'The Last Surviving Sorcerer'.
BLACK_MUSTANG · 4.2K Views

The Timeless Veil

Rudra was in the middle of his morning exercise, the rhythmic thud of his feet on the ground and the cool morning air clearing his mind. But his routine was abruptly interrupted by a sound that sent a chill down his spine—the piercing wail of the base siren. That siren only meant one thing: enemy jets were closing in on Indian airspace. Rudra was the first to engage the income Pakistani jets, locking onto an F-16. His MiG might have been old, but in his hands, it was deadly. His first missile found its mark, taking down one of the Pakistani jets. He quickly locked onto a second F-16, but this time, the enemy pilot deployed flares, deflecting the missile. As Rudra maneuvered for another strike, Captain Jorawar’s F-16 swooped in. Rudra managed to avoid the missile fired by Jorawar with a rapid maneuver, but the intense move took a toll on his aging MiG—his engine caught fire, and alarms began blaring in the cockpit. He ejected just in time, but disaster struck—his parachute caught fire, leaving him falling fast towards the earth. As Rudra fell, the cold wind whipping against his face, his life flashed before his eyes—not just the battles and the glory, but the regrets that weighed heavy on his heart. In those final moments, a thought gripped him: if somehow, by some miracle, I survive this... if I get another chance... I will live my life to the fullest. It wasn’t just about duty anymore; it was about making amends, about healing the wounds that time and circumstance had torn open. His mind turned to his foster family—the people who had taken him in after he lost his parents at the age of four. Commander Karanveer Batra, his father's friend, had raised him like his own son, alongside his own children. Yet, despite all the love they had given him, a distance had grown between them. The estrangement had left a scar on his mind, one that made him realize the difference between true blood and a foster family. The girl he had once loved, with all the intensity of a young heart, had ended up marrying his foster brother. She had become his sister-in-law, and Rudra had never dated anyone after that. The pain of that unrequited love had strained his relationship with his brother, and by extension, with his foster father and sister. He could still see his foster father's disappointed, pained face and his sister's helpless, sad eyes. If I survive... I’ll make things right, he vowed. I’ll repair those bonds, and I’ll create a family of my own—a family that I can truly call my own. As these thoughts filled his mind, a strange calm settled over him, and slowly, the world around him faded away. In the distance, the reinforcements from Jamnagar arrived, forcing Jorawar and his squadron to retreat. But for Rudra, the battle was over. What went unnoticed, however, was that Rudra's body had fallen onto the ancient steps of a Shiva temple, believed to be self-manifested. The temple stood silent and untouched, yet from within its depths, a thick, unnatural fog began to seep out, swirling with purpose as it crept closer to his still form—its intent unknown, its origin a mystery. Squadron Leader Rudra Pratap was born in 1992. At 32 years old, he had never married, dedicating his life to duty. And this seemed to be the end of his story... or perhaps, the beginning of something new. Follow Rudra on his journey as he defies fate, transforming from a patriotic soldier into a shrewd and calculating businessman. Watch as he not only reshapes his own life, but alters the balance of global power in his relentless pursuit of success. .................................................. #India 2 Chapters/Week
SolisArcanum · 9.4K Views

Chronicles of Hearts and Horizon

Synopsis of "Chronicles of Hearts and Horizon" The story begins in a world where magic intertwines with the tangible, and ancient ruins hold the forgotten secrets of past civilizations. "Chronicles of Hearts and Horizon" follows the journey of two unlikely companions—Elara, a skilled treasure hunter, and Alden, a brooding warrior—whose paths cross in a mysterious, enchanted forest, setting them on a dangerous quest to unearth a powerful artifact, the Heartstone, hidden within the ruins of an ancient civilization. Elara is no stranger to danger. Her reputation as a fearless treasure hunter precedes her, known across the lands for her ability to navigate perilous terrains and decipher ancient languages. She is driven by a singular obsession: to find the Heartstone, an artifact said to possess the power to alter the course of history. The artifact, shrouded in mystery, is said to be capable of granting its wielder unimaginable power, but at the cost of one’s soul. The Heartstone is believed to be locked away deep within the ruins of the Temple of Eternity, a place that few have dared to enter, let alone survive. Alden, on the other hand, is a soldier of fortune with a tragic past. Once a knight, he is now a wandering warrior, scarred by the loss of his family during a great war that ravaged his homeland. Haunted by his past and driven by guilt, Alden has grown cold and detached from the world, living only for the present day, seeking solace in his sword and the quiet of the wilderness. His fate intertwines with Elara’s when they both arrive at the outskirts of the Cursed Forest, a dangerous and enchanted place rumored to be the final resting ground of many treasure hunters who perished in search of the Heartstone. The two meet under unlikely circumstances when Elara, scouting the forest for clues, finds herself trapped by a treacherous pitfall. Alden, drawn by her desperate cries for help, rescues her, and though reluctant to share her quest, Elara finds herself needing Alden’s strength and combat skills to navigate the increasingly hostile forest. What begins as a temporary alliance for survival slowly blooms into a deep and complex partnership. As they travel deeper into the forest, their relationship evolves from a purely practical one to a romantic and emotional connection. However, their journey is far from simple. The Cursed Forest is alive, a sentient place that seems to have its own will, shifting paths and conjuring illusions to mislead and trap travelers. Along their way, they encounter strange creatures—both mythical and terrifying—and are faced with riddles and challenges designed to test their resolve. The forest, it seems, has its own secrets and a dark history tied to the Heartstone. As Elara and Alden journey through the temple, the challenges grow more intense, testing not only their physical endurance but also their emotional resilience. The temple’s illusions begin to prey on their deepest fears and regrets, challenging the bond they have formed. The deeper they go into the temple, the more they realize that the Heartstone isn’t just a powerful artifact—it is a sentient being that feeds off of the desires and fears of those who seek it. Elara, still haunted by her parents' mysterious disappearance, is confronted with visions of them—alive but lost to her in a world where the Heartstone’s power can bend time and reality. For a moment, she is tempted to seize the Heartstone to bring her parents back, but she is reminded of the cost: the stone's power would enslave her, slowly draining her essence until she becomes a mere shadow of the person she once was. The forest’s enchantment seems to push her toward this temptation, but her growing connection with Alden acts as a tether, preventing her from falling into the stone's seductive grasp. Alden faces an equally tormenting vision—one where he returns to the battlefield, but this time he does not abandon his family.
Sir_Ojimaojo · 2.9K Views

The Veiled Codex

In the shimmering heat of an ancient desert, Dr. Eliana Sabri’s archaeological team unearths a temple unlike any recorded in history. Its stones bear markings that defy time and language, its foundations whispering secrets older than civilization itself. Soon, Dr. Markus Jovanic’s careful excavations and Dr. Sima Atiri’s cryptic analyses begin to unveil patterns that challenge everything known about human origins—and raise unsettling questions about who, or what, once guided our ancestors. Across the ocean, Dr. Mirianne Calwyn combs through forbidden manuscripts in a quiet European archive, parsing obscure languages that shouldn’t exist and drawing unexpected connections to distant stars. Religious leaders, scholars, and statesmen—Sister Anella among them—find their cherished truths shaken as encoded messages surface in scriptures and legends, hinting at a presence both familiar and unimaginable. Rumors spread among secretive circles; something grand and unknowable lingers just beyond the veil of recorded history. As President Daniel Porten and General Alvaris attempt to maintain global stability, unlikely alliances form. Dr. Elina Viran, Dr. Fabrice Leclair, and Tariq Abran race to interpret signals that seem to flow from myth into science with unnerving precision. A quiet tension grips the world—its faith, identity, and future all poised on a knife’s edge. What emerges from the past will test loyalties, convictions, and the very measure of human character. In dust-choked corridors, under watchful skies, a new chapter of our story is waiting to be told. The mysteries revealed will not simply rewrite what we know—they may redefine who we are allowed to become.
Bethrezan · 1.9K Views

Griselda.

I quiver as he snakes his arm around my waist with his lips behind my ear whispering, "So what would you say about my proposal, Zelda?" Peering into his eyes with a smile on my lips, I entangle him in a hug and plunge the knife at his back taking him by surprise. Slowly, he goes limp in my arms falling on his knees before me while staring at me and not uttering a word. Leaning forward, I give him a peck as a tear escapes from my eyes. "I'm sorry, either way it's meant to come to this." I say giving a him final look before twisting the knife further at his back, leaving him to bleed to death. ***** Griselda Capell, a seemingly average young lady with hidden abilities has only one ambition in life, 'to become successful and find a fairytale type of love'. Her dreams come crashing down when she's sold off to the Royal pure blooded Garcia's family as a mistress to the heir, Aidan. Slowly, she entertains the idea that life with Aidan doesn't seem all bad as they rather fall in love. Soon, her hidden abilities are slowly discovered and harnessed, with emissaries of the Venine temple whisking her away and intimating of her role and destiny in life. Plots, twists and turns ensue as her destiny which she's expected to fulfill is in stark contrast with Aidan's, which harshly drifts them apart and turns her into a version of herself she had never dreamt of, a monster as some may call her. With a mass of powers at the tip of her fingers, tons of army at her command, Griselda turns out to be Aidan's most dreaded enemy, fear and weakness. A entrancing tale of love and hate, lovers to enemies, both expected to do away with each other, which will survive?
Marya_Adims · 20.3K Views

Ebonborn

In a realm where legends breathe and the dead walk, the murim world exists on the knife’s edge of honor and savagery. Here, warriors aren’t just born but forged through relentless trials, wielding powers that reflect the very spirit within them. Ancient clans, bound by intricate codes and ancient feuds, vie for dominance, each cultivating their own martial secrets, whispered only through generations or carved into scrolls soaked in the blood of those who sought them. This land, cloaked in myth and shrouded in mystery, is one of harsh beauty, a tapestry of vast mountain ranges, haunted forests, and ruined temples where ghosts of fallen warriors linger. Among the wanderers, ronin, and hidden assassins, a delicate balance holds; it is a peace that trembles under the weight of long-held grudges, greed, and the thirst for power. Through silent pathways and forgotten villages, those who dare to walk alone, like Ebon, move as phantoms, forging their paths beyond the constraints of clan loyalty or kinship. These wanderers are nameless shadows, bound only to their own purpose and haunted by the spirits of their past. Yet, for all their independence, even they are touched by the unseen hand of the murim’s brutal politics and mystical forces. In this world of veiled faces, blood oaths, and silent vendettas, every step echoes with danger, and every encounter holds the potential to turn friend to foe. Those who dare to follow this path walk a line between life and legend, their fates lost in the whispers of the ancient and unyielding murim.
Gojimaru · 3K Views

after my fiance became monk I had three year old

As the wedding is approaching, her fiancé Lin Yun would rather become a monk than marry Qi Yuning. Princess Qi has become a laughing stock in Shengjing. The Lin family had asked for the marriage, and if Lin Yun regretted the marriage, he could have just called it off. But he became a monk and made himself a laughing stock. qin was humiliated for the first time in her life. When she was thinking about how to take revenge on her fiancé's family... she discovered that she and her ex-fiancé's brother Lin Ze, who was famous in Shengjing, had a three-year-old daughter! Mini-theater: In Xianglin Temple. The ex-fiancé Lin Yun looked at the cold rice bran rice, two small cabbages, and not a drop of oil in front of him, and regretted it deeply. Why didn't he marry Qi Yuning? Why did he have to suffer here! Lin Yun wiped his shiny bald head and walked to Qi Yuning's room: "Ningning, I regret it. I am willing to marry you. From now on, you are the only one in my heart. I will not become a monk. We will get married tomorrow..." The door of the room slowly opened. Lin Yun was stunned when he saw Lin Ze coming out. "Where is Ningning? Brother, I am willing to marry Ningning. I can't stay in this temple for even a day. I would rather marry Qi Yuning." Lin Ze Cold voice: "Can't stay in the temple? Then go to the Mobei City military camp!" Lin Yun: "???" Lin Yun saw Qi Yuning coming out of the house with a blushing face: "Princess Ningning, I am willing to marry you..." The little cute baby poked his head out of the house: "Daddy, does he want to marry my mother?" Lin Yun: "!!!" Who can tell him, he has only been a monk for three months, why his elder brother and Princess Qi have a three-year-old daughter? !
hmtb · 2.5K Views
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