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The Iron Claw

imperial celestial

Once every 10,000 years, the heavens open, and the Mortal Realm is cast into turmoil. The Great Reset begins—a cosmic reckoning where empires fall, beasts awaken, and only the strongest carve their names into eternity. For those who survive, the path to the Astral Realm and the right to claim divinity awaits. Raikai, a warrior forged in storms, wields the power of the Celestial Iron Body Cultivation, his flesh tempered into living steel. His Death Arms—twin scythes bound by chains—dance like a mythological dragon, crackling with lightning, capturing and tearing apart those who stand in his way. Beside him stands Shinryu, swift and precise, blessed by the Celestial Tiger. His Death Arms, a pair of white leather gloves with retractable claws, strike with divine speed—every slash a whisper of the heavens’ fury. Together, they ascend the path of blood and power, bound by brotherhood yet tested by fate. Their bond is their greatest strength, but in a world where the Death Arms grow with their wielders—feeding on their victories and failures—power often demands a terrible price. As the 10,000-year Reset begins, ancient titans stir, forgotten sects rise from the shadows, and primordial beasts long thought extinct awaken. The heavens will bear witness as Raikai and Shinryu defy the gods—or die trying. In an age where flesh is reforged into iron and weapons evolve alongside the soul—two brothers will challenge destiny itself!
kaidoakario · 1.8K Views

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 5.2K Views

Reborn as the Iron Queen: Love and Gunpowder in the Civil War

21 century Wall Street financial analyst Victoria Clarke travels to the American South in 1861 in a car accident and becomes the infamous widow Eleanor Van der Lyn-a serpentine woman recorded in history as having been “hanged by the neck on the eve of the inauguration of Abraham Lincoln for treason”. Lincoln on the eve of his inauguration for treason”. She looks in the mirror at her original character's flaming lips and waist, and sneers, “A villain? No, I'll make both the North and South kneel and tremble under my skirt!” Clutching the mysterious diary left behind by the original owner in her left hand (which records the dirty dealings between the Southern aristocrats and the Northern politicians), and carrying the three mysterious “adopted sons” in her right hand (which are actually the artificial war machines in the Southern secret laboratories), Eleanor kicked away Alexander Hawthorne, the plantation owner who tries to control her by marriage, and threw the champagne into her hand, and then kicked her out of the room. Hawthorne, who pours champagne on a slave-state legislator's marriage agreement: “I have only two rules for parenting: teach my children to level slave estates with dynamite, and teach them to turn Northern generals with love letters.” --When the New York Times ridiculed her as a “slut stirring up the war through nepotism,” she took her adopted children to burn cotton fields live and force Lincoln to sign the Early Emancipation Proclamation; when Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, which was featured in the Washington Post. When Northern spies kidnapped her children, she backhandedly exposed the gold smuggling chain between General Grant and the Bank of the South, making headlines in the Washington Post: “Thanks to the arms sent by the enemy, I am now the first female arms dealer and interim Secretary of State of the United States of America.
Cyrusngoo · 4K Views

Blood Moon: A Tale Of Claws And Fangs

Centuries after the infamous Blood Wars, an uneasy ‘peace’ has emerged between werewolves and vampires, yet the air crackles with underlying tension, hinting at the volatile nature of their coexistence. This fragile peace rests on the sacrifices of innocent werewolves, as the werewolf council has been compelled to provide blood slaves to the vampire houses every year. As the cycle continues, one name rises to the surface, Camren Moon. Enter Camren Moon, a wolfless outcast within his pack, adopted and ostracized. Little does he know, his life is poised for a dramatic shift. Through a chilling twist of fate he is thrust into the role of a blood slave by his alpha, destined for the infamous House Bloodthorne. This house, notorious for its ruthless reputation and the formidable presence of Silvan Bloodthorne, casts a long shadow; his name inspires dread even among his own kind. Silvan is the fabled King of Death, shaped by blood and darkness, a vampire whose legacy is built on spilled blood and treacherous deals. Having risen from unimaginable depths, he now reigns supreme over the mightiest house, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. As Camren enters this new, harrowing chapter, he realizes he has been sentenced to death; no blood slave has ever survived Bloodthorne. Silvan Bloodthorne, the King of Death, is a figure of blood and darkness, whose ascent from the abyss to the pinnacle of power is steeped in treachery and violence. As Camren grapples with the death sentence that comes with his servitude, a flicker of rebellion ignites within him. He refuses to submit to fate—he will either claim his freedom or perish trying. Yet as Camren attracts Silvan’s twisted obsession, he crafts a daring plan to seduce the very essence of death. But forging a bond with the devil can unleash unimaginable consequences. An intoxicating and forbidden chemistry simmers between them, blurring the line between sanity and hysteria. Is he falling for the dark ruler of House Bloodthorne, or is this attraction merely a façade? As ancient bloodlines stir within him, Camren finds himself unwittingly caught in a treacherous game of chess—a game where trust is a currency, and even those closest to him may harbor betrayal. He stands on the precipice of a world filled with dark schemes, ancient prophecies, vengeful vampires, feral wolves, cunning witches, and calculating humans. As the intricate web unfolds, can Camren survive the impending chaos? Will his relationship with Silvan be the dawn of a new era or the catalyst for destruction? And can he unearth the hidden powers within himself before they lead to ruin? Welcome to my first fantasy story! I've always harbored a love for this genre, and now I’m excited to share my own journey through it. I eagerly anticipate your thoughts, and constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you spot any errors, I’d be grateful for your help in correcting them. Please note: The story features straight couples alongside the main LGBTQ+ pairing, so be sure to check the tags for more information. To any future critics, while respectful feedback is welcomed, I won’t tolerate baseless hate against my characters or story. I have a spirited defense ready, so consider this a fair wwarning Thank you for stopping by! I hope you'll give this book a chance, and if you enjoy it, I’d love your support through comments, votes, and gifts as we embark on this thrilling adventure together.
Bianca_Moon · 2.1K Views

THE RISE OF THE ABSOLUTE

In a universe where transmigrators are mere pieces in a cosmic game, Nael Supremium stands out as the storm that no god dares control. His soul, which transcends reality itself, is so powerful that neither his physical forms, his bloodlines, nor his very consciousness could bear its weight – so it had to be sealed along with his identity to preserve his body. He is a Supreme Nephilim, the explosive result of a fusion between Supreme Celestial blood and Supreme Original Demon blood, possessing a latent power so mysterious that even his system—and other transmigrators’ "golden fingers"—proved insignificant compared to his true essence. Yet, do not be deceived: Nael is not invincible. He is vulnerable when trying to control even a fraction of that power. He bleeds, grows tired, and bears scars from a brutal past – after all, in another life, he reduced a third of the Earth to ashes. His strength lies, above all, in a silent pact: no one will make him kneel. Transcend his limits, and even the Primordials will not hear your screams echoing in the void. The world knows several types of transmigrators: The Villains of Destiny: Those who challenge the heavens with arrogance; The Sons of the Heavens: Blessed with divine domains; The Conquerors: Architects of empires with their "golden fingers"; The Harem Lords: Collectors of beauties – whom Nael tolerates... to a point. But there is one type he hates: NTRadors, parasites who steal other people's bonds for pleasure. For those, Nael doesn't want to see around and if they dare to think about putting the wrong finger in the wrong places. It's not revenge — it's cosmic justice. Hidden in the mortal realm thanks to his mother, Celestia Supremium – the Ruler of Space-Time and Light – Nael conceals the Donor’s Physique, a cursed inheritance that turns any intimate relationship into divine ascensions, yet proves useless to its possessor. His disguise? A "failure" under the care of Elowen, his enigmatic maid, who hides a secret: she is the Mother of Fates, bearer of the Celestial Destiny Soul of Beginnings, and one of the last Supreme Luminaries. Meanwhile, his sister, Anael Supremium, a transmigrator as feared as both him and their mother, weaves intrigues capable of redefining the balance between worlds. At his side stands only Kaelan – a cunning half-breed with a unique system that transforms emotions into resources for cultivation – who seems to understand him. Partner? Perhaps. A problem? Certainly. While Kaelan manipulates enemies with charm and chaos, Nael faces even greater threats: the Donor’s Physique attracts ravenous goddesses and desperate deities, his sister plays chess with souls, and the NTRers emerge like shadows daring to disrupt his path. What awaits Nael? Intense battles in which he unleashes fragments of his power, risking the destruction of everything around him; Ancestral secrets about his Nephilim lineage and the massacre that scarred him; Fragile alliances with beings who seek to use him—including the Ruler of Space-Time, who did not abandon him out of love? Or was it? Kaelan, transforming emotions into resources and unable to resist any enticing miniskirt, while Nael wonders why he still breathes; And the NTRers, who will learn, in the worst possible way, that some limits can never be crossed. Nael does not seek to be a hero or a tyrant. He fights to avoid becoming the monster he once was, but when pushed, he will show that even the devil himself may seem like an angel compared to him. The Rise Of The Absolute is a saga where power and redemption collide, and every choice Nael makes is a step between the salvation of the cosmos and his own damnation. "Do you want a god? A villain? A myth? A Supremium? Be careful what you wish for." — Nael Supremium, before reducing the Abyss of Eternal Tears to dust.
NaelSupremium · 4.5K Views
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