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The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path

The Steppeborn: The Art of War and the Broken Path The steppe was never conquered. It was unmade. The Orontai rode like wind across the grasslands, their breath bound to sky and silence, not cities or thrones. But the Zhong Empire came with iron phalanxes and talismans of fire. They did not bring war. They brought extinction. Altan was born to that vanishing. A child without elemental gift. Voiceless. Spirit-null. Unwanted. Yet when the Zhong burned the clans, he did not beg. He fought. And when his mother, the last Flamecaller, stood alone on the ridge and whispered “Run,” he obeyed. Not to survive. But to remember. Hunted and broken, he fled west to the edge of the world, a place left blank on every chart, not out of myth, but because no one who entered ever returned. There, in the forbidden abyss known only in old blood and older fear, he fell into something deeper than legend. A chasm where cultivation dies and pain speaks. When he returned, the war had changed. But so had he. As phalanx legions rise and empires tighten their grip, a different kind of war begins. Formations clash in passes narrow as memory. Shields lock. Spears break. Blood spills in the thousands. There are no gods here. No destiny. Only discipline, silence, and the will to endure. And the storm no longer comes from the sky. It rises from the chasm. "This story is also being published on RoyalRoad.com under the same title and author."
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“paranormal' effect of the novel is criticized by a simple villain”

Park Seojun solo tenía un trabajo, quería devolver un libro a la biblioteca de su hermana. Pero cuando un temblor sacude el tren donde viajaba, el extraño libro se abre por sí solo y lo absorbe, rompiendo la realidad. Despierta en un mundo desconocido, en el cuerpo de Chen Jianhong, un noble infame de un reino plagado de magia, tecnología arcaica y horrores nocturnos. Lo que más lo desconcierta no es la reencarnación, sino el hecho de que la historia original —que él conocía perfectamente— decía que Chen debía morir en cinco años… y sin embargo, poseí en cuerpo seis años ante y chen jianhong ya se había suicidado. desde su transmigración. Como conde infame, mantiene un perfil bajo mirada sospechosa, cuida de sus hermanos pequeños y ser menos impulsivo a los rumores viviendo como chen jianhong en conde infame y borracho. Pero su entorno cambia cuando entabla relaciones con dos personajes de igual de extrañas que él: una extranjera con secretos y un joven noble silencioso con veneno en las manos y demasiadas máscaras. que no son más ni menos que los protagonistas!!! por obrar del destino, se verán arrastrados a los horrores del mundo fantástico nocturno: criaturas que comen almas, desapariciones sin resolver, dioses antiguos y una orden secreta. A medida que Seojun profundiza en este mundo, descubrirá que el misterio detrás de la muerte de Chen Jianhong ¿podría estar ligado a su propia existencia? Hello from Argentina, I am the author of this novel and this is my first project entirely in Spanish. Please be patient with me as I am new to this. mucha gracias por leer esta novela.
la_Gonzalez_6017 · 60 Views

The Sin Art Kingdom Games

My world called me a monster. A demon. And… they weren’t wrong. My sins alone were enough to kill me. After all, my entire squad was slaughtered… by my own hand. I was supposed to die for it. But they denied me that right. That promise. So when peace was declared, I made them regret it. I brought their kingdom to its knees… starting with their king’s head. They threw me into a cell. To be whipped. Cut. Even Burned. Scarred every inch of my body. Then... I was summoned. Dragged from one world to another, still shackled, my sins exposed for all to see. Now, they too call me a monster. A sinner bound to the Sin Art System. My title? "The Butcher of Mercy." I expected death. I welcomed it. But instead… I met her. Princess Koralei. A royal with no leash in her hand, no fear in her striking silver eyes. She defied her crown and chose me. Me... as her guard in the Kingdom Games. A monster. A killer. Her only chance to survive. I still don’t know what that means. But when I look at her… I see the chains she hides. The scars behind her smile. And for some reason… I want to break them. The Games were never meant to be fair. People like me were never meant to survive them. But if I fight… I fight for her. If I win… I might save her. And if I find who made her bleed? I’ll might just burn their kingdom to the ground… just like the last one. ------------------------------------------------------------ Writing Schedule: 4 -5 per week (1500 words chapters)
G3ntleGiant · 4.5K Views
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