Marble Phantasm

Synopsis: "What do you do when given the power of creation itself, only to be forced into an ultimatum—wipe out everything or let the ones you love be erased?" For Lucian Raizel Delmar, the answer is simple: Neither. In a world ruled by Syndicates, where Rift-born monstrosities known as Phantasms run rampant and humanity's survival depends on the elite Wave Riders, Lucian is nothing but an anomaly. A boy with no Aether Core, no Gift, and no future—just another weakling in a system that only values power. Until, on the eve of his departure from Genesis Academy, something inside him wakes up. A presence. A force. A Sea deeper than existence itself. Suddenly, the prey becomes the predator. The one who was overlooked becomes the one who cannot be ignored. As Lucian's abilities evolve at a terrifying rate, secrets buried beneath reality begin to surface—secrets about the Genesis Sea, the Rifts, and the gods that watch from above. The world isn’t as it seems. And neither is he. Now, hunted by enemies seen and unseen, Lucian refuses to bow to fate. If the world wants him to be a pawn, he’ll become the hand that tips the board. If the gods dare to force his hand, he’ll remind them why monsters fear the deep. "They thought they could choose for me. Control me. Shape my path. But the thing about tides?" "They don’t ask for permission. They consume."

A Young woman dies on her trip to Japan in the most anticlimactic way possible, buried by a pile of manga, light novels, and even lewd doujin after an earthquake. In her last moments, all the wishes she has suddenly become reality and materialize in all sorts of Special Abilities before she finds herself reincarnated into a corpse! Wait... Why is the corpse not moving? No matter how much she tries, it doesn't move, she's not even a zombie or something! Wait... Why is she stuck with the unmoving corpse? The corpse is actually not part of her anymore! Wait... Why is she not a physical being? Her hands are translucent, and so is her entire "new" body! "Huh... Am I a ghost?!" Accompany Maria as she survives as a ghost in a brand new and unwelcoming world, raises her own skeleton as her friend, and seeks the truth behind her second life’s death and how exactly she turned into a ghost. Not only will she have Phantasmal Powers and Dark Magic, but even the ability to raise her own Undead Army! Will anything be able to stand before her path for revenge? Over 100000 words (100 Chapters) available for free! Daily Chapters

A prophecy ignored. A kingdom bathed in betrayal, and a boy who would one day shake the world. Kael, a young innocent boy who does not know what his future holds, watches as his mother's blood hits the cold marble floor and her last breath is stolen by the man he once called father. After the merciless slaughter of his mother, he experiences something new, rage, sorrow, and something darker. With one strike he murders his own father. "What is the prophecy? What will be the fate of Kael on this journey?" UNRAVEL THE PROPHECY IN FORSAKEN VOW

[Ding!] [Cashback System Activation Requirement Met!] [System Binding In Progress...!] [System Successfully Linked!] [Spent $1,000. 10x Critical Hit. Earned $10,000. The money has been transferred to account XXX-XXX-XXX] [Spent at least $1,000 on a beautiful lady. Received 1 lottery ticket. Do you want to use it?] [YES][NO] Kyle was a man that has never had any luck in life and he was on the verge of ending it all after being fired from his minimum wage job due to a customer's complaint which turned out to be a lie but due to the customer being an attractive lady, no one believed Kyle. To make matters worse, he had to pay for the damages that was caused by the customer. Beautiful people, they had it easy, didn't they? This was his last step and he knew that he wouldn't see tomorrow as he searched for a river to throw himself in. He thought his mind finally broke as there was no explanation for the Cyan Screen that popped up as he clicked the [YES] button. [You have drawn Charm!] [Charm: There is nothing the user can't charm his way out of or into! The universe has blessed you with charisma!] "Hahaha! I must have lost my marbles..." Kyle muttered to himself but his phone soon rang out to show that he had a notification. And to his surprise, he saw $10,000 sitting in his account and his jaw dropped. "THIS IS FOR REAL!!!"

Before You Read – A Warning! This novel may contain grammar errors, misspellings, and the occasional linguistic abomination, as English is not my first language. If you are expecting flawless prose, poetic descriptions, or a literary masterpiece… my condolences. You have come to the wrong place. For example, a refined and eloquent novel might begin with: "The moonlight cascaded through the ornate window, bathing the weary traveler in a silver embrace as he tread upon the marble floors of destiny." Meanwhile, this novel? "Mc woke up. He was confuse. Why there dragon? Where his pant?" See the difference? If you start losing brain cells along the way, that’s on you. But hey, if you’re still here after all that, then welcome. You might just be insane enough to enjoy this. ┏(・o･)┛ Participation in WSA >:D

Chaotic Existence In a high modern sci-fi fantasy world teetering on the edge of collapse, Lucian, an aloof anti-hero, carries the soul of Tiamat—the ancient Primordial Dragon Queen—sealed within him. Hunted by gods, empires, and phantasms, Lucian fights to reclaim fragments of Tiamat’s shattered body and the truth of his existence. Torn between destiny and defiance, he rejects the control of those who see him as a weapon or savior, instead forging his path in a reality rife with corruption, exploitation, and cosmic conflict. Blending myth, quantum science, and raw emotion, the story delves into themes of identity, rebellion, and the chaotic struggle for freedom. With allies forged in the fires of their own struggles—a psychic prodigy, a jaguar beast-man, and a hot-tempered blacksmith among them—Lucian faces a vast universe of gods, monsters, and creators determined to bend him to their will. But in a world of chaos, only one truth matters: his. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/597441

‘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

In the year 1923 PR of the Pax Romana calendar, the Roman Empire stands eternal — a continent-spanning superpower where marble and steel meet advanced technology. The legions march beneath banners of iron and laurel, guided by the wisdom of ancient tradition and the cold precision of machine intelligence. Yet beneath the surface of this Pax Romana, the empire’s heart beats with ambition, intrigue, and the ever-present hunger for power. As the Empire and its foes mobilize, so do the amalgamations of heroes of old, their spirits reborn through the burning forge of ambition. As they once saved the nations they are eternally sworn to serve, they shall once more safeguard humanity as it pushes beyond the small cradle of Gaia and into the great night beyond. But are they watching the void, or is the void watching them? -x-x-x- The picture is not mine. I took it from the internet. This story is mature/has mature themes (18+, but not only the horny kind), and can be very dark at times. Reader discretion is advised. Subscribe to my patreon if you like the story: patreon.com/MarAuthor Make sure to leave a review if you like the story, along with stones (Webnovel system for promoting books).

Everything was going according to plan—until my life was turned upside down. I had just graduated from university and was ready to start my career, fulfilling both my goals and those of my parents. But then, disaster struck. —— Creation of the World—a game that grants its user the ability to control a limitless world, with the power to create and destroy anything without restriction. Cassian watched helplessly as Earth was consumed by the world he had built. Unable to intervene, he suddenly found himself in a body that wasn’t his own. Cassian Starhold—the older brother of the world’s greatest hero. —— I was content with my life as a puppet, a slave whose only purpose was to toil away, sacrificing everything for a few worthless scraps of metal. But my enemies couldn’t leave me in peace. They brought war to my doorstep and destroyed everything I had spent my life building. I stood among thousands of their strongest sons, as they listened to the man who had ignited the fire in my life. Towering and imposing, he spoke from atop majestic marble columns, his gray hair blending with the crowd. Thousands of people, all sharing his features, gazed up at him with eyes filled with admiration and ambition. “People are not equal!” he declared, his voice dripping with arrogance. “We are the pinnacle of evolution! There is nothing beyond us! We have risen above piles of inferior blood, leaving massacres in our wake. And now, you are about to inherit this legacy.” He paused, surveying the crowd below with cold pride. “But this power must be earned. It is not granted by birth. Wealth, power, status… these things demand mountains of victims just to catch a glimpse of them.” His arms stretched wide, madness and pride gleaming in his eyes, and the crowd mirrored him, thousands roaring with fervent pride. The sight was terrifying. “You have no idea what your ancestors sacrificed to put you here. But you will learn. And I swear to you, with my pride on the line…” “Only those worthy of us will survive!” "Soon, I will show you why we are called dragons!" What these so-called dragons don’t know… is that a puppet will rise to shatter their illusions. He’s wrong. None of them will survive. ====== Author's Note: As you can see from the tags, the MC will eventually become a villain, but not at the beginning—and not even within the first three arcs. I'll take the time to carefully build his character and develop his transformation in a way that feels natural and logical. His ultimate goal is to return to his original family, so he harbors a deep hatred for the world he’s been pulled into. This novel will explore darker themes like slavery, murder, mind control, and betrayal. However, it will not contain R-18 content, so if that’s what you’re looking for, you might want to reconsider. The MC won’t be OP from the start, nor the smartest, but he will quickly gain experience and grow.

A being sat on a majestic throne, his black crystal hair cascading down his back like a waterfall of night. His golden crystal eyes gleamed in the dim light of the throne room, and his fine cheekbones seemed chiseled from the very marble of the walls. Asmodius tires of his immortal life, he seeks a way to break the curse. According to legend, only true love can set him free. Reincarnated as Joseph, a handsome and charismatic young man, he navigates the mortal world, searching for the love that will redeem him. But as he falls deeply in love with the beautiful and innocent Destiny, he must confront the darkness of his past and the secrets that threaten to tear them apart. Will their love be strong enough to overcome the forces of evil, or will Asmodius' destiny forever be bound to the underworld?"

After spending over 1000 hours playing Eternal Phantasm Requiem, Fujimoto Haruto knew everything about the game. He knew Alicia von Edelweiss, the heroine. He knew the monsters. He knew the plot. And he was perfectly content being her best friend, her sidekick, and one of her party members. He wasn’t the hero, and he didn’t want to be. Alicia was the one out there saving the world while Haruto stayed in the background, helping with minor tasks and occasional support. It was a sweet deal. Then, Haruto got Isekai’d into the game world. And now? He’s still the same useless sidekick with zero heroic ability, but with one new absurd skill—he somehow keeps triggering romance flags with every villainess he meets. These villainesses are all nuts, by the way. Some want him dead, some want him married, and some want both at the same time. Meanwhile, Alicia is out there, saving the world, looking perfect, while Haruto is dodging poisoned love letters and trying to survive romantic death traps. And that’s when it hit me. I wasn’t just the sidekick anymore. I was the sidekick who somehow got romanced by every villainess in the game. Why? I don’t know. What was supposed to be a quiet, background role has turned into a nonstop disaster. Alicia, the actual heroine, is off doing all the heavy lifting, saving the world, while I’m left with a harem of murderous women who think I am their “true love.” How do I survive this? How do I deal with a life where my only job seems to be dodging love potions and poison daggers? Can Haruto escape the villainess crossfire without accidentally marrying one of them to his doom? Or will he be the first-ever sidekick to get romanced into oblivion?

A phantasm of a metaphor made real, an allegory based upon principles of the dynamics of ontology itself. It leaves behind a barely-real whisper to mark its path. There’s about a million different creation mythos that we can go into, so I'll keep this one simple. Once before a time, there was a long unending quiet. I will not get into the specifics—just know that this quiet was inevitable. It prefigured all and it is what all will come back to in due time. And please, always remember: this is an allegory. *Ahem* anyway: eventually, a whisper, a euphony came into existence. Whether the whisper was the long quiet itself or something else that came out of it is irrelevant currently. Either way, that whisper moved across that unending quiet and ‘pointed’ to a section. It said: "This section will be an infinite world that will extend into an infinite number of dimensions. This will be the physical world" “These infinite dimensions will harbor any and all; this is where the 'simple' will live." Then, it looked to the ‘right’ of the physical world and said: "This will be an ascended plane of existence, mirroring the physical world; this will be a world build upon conscience, objective truths/axioms, and beings beyond simple comprehension" This world resembles a tower. A tower with a beyond infinite amount of floors, each floor sharing its own axioms, and each subsequent floor unequivocally surpassing the previous. These floors will be like fluid, not set in stone. It is known that the whisper said SOMETHING to this beyond infinite tower, but the specifics is not recorded here. Finally, the whisper created a network of strings. These strings exist in ‘the weave’, they connect all living minds and concepts together. T=1 Then the whisper went quiet. For the quiet is all there can and will be. (Updates:) Honestly, it’s hard to say. I’m pretty busy right now since I’m in my senior year of high school. I’m also a perfectionist, so each chapter I write goes through extensive rewrites and edits (some more than others). All I can say is that a new chapter will come out every few weeks or so. Don’t expect this story to be 1,500 chapters, though. I’m not looking to write it over the course of 9 years at the pace I work.

Princess Estella was born without magic but with a great talent for academics. But this one fact decided her fate - she was the black sheep of family, someone that can be pushed around and bullied by her parents, siblings. Estella was a shame, something more akin to a toy than to a real person. Just for being born without magical prowess. One fateful day, when Estella is bullied by her older brother she accidentally falls from her staris and hits her head. Just like that Estella died when she was barely 17. But when she was dying on the cold, marble floor someone hears her prayers - to never see her family again. The next thing she sees is falling from the sky and landing in someone's apartment in a modern world!

Azelia never thought she’d live to see the day her people turned against her. One moment, she was their princess, their future queen, standing in her father’s throne room with the weight of the kingdom on her shoulders. The next, she was being dragged through the marble halls like a criminal, the crown slipping from her fingers. And Lorian—the man she trusted more than anyone—stood by and let it happen. Now, the kingdom she once called home is nothing but a battlefield, and the only person keeping her alive is the one who betrayed her. Lorian says he had no choice. That if he hadn’t played along, he’d be dead too. That he’s trying to fix it. But how do you trust someone who already shattered you? As they flee through the dark tunnels beneath Vareth, hunted by forces she doesn’t yet understand, Azelia wrestles with a painful truth: Lorian may be the only person who can help her take back what she lost. But trusting him means risking everything—including her own heart. Because betrayal is never simple. And sometimes, the worst wounds aren’t the ones left by blades… but by the people we love.

“Bintang ni, sesuatu yang hebat, bukan?” Itulah kata-kata terakhir yang didengar Hoshi daripada ibunya sebelum beliau menghembuskan nafas terakhir. Pada hari yang penuh duka itu, Hoshi menjumpai sebuah buku lama milik ibunya. Di dalamnya terkandung sebuah puisi misteri yang menggambarkan kuasa yang mampu membawa kehidupan kembali. Tidak mampu menerima kehilangan tersebut, Hoshi nekad untuk menyelami makna di sebalik puisi itu, berharap dapat meraih semula saat-saat indah yang kini hanya tinggal kenangan. Perjalanannya mencari jawapan penuh liku, namun segalanya berubah apabila dia bertemu dengan Sora, seseorang yang memegang kunci kepada teka-teki itu—dan kepada masa depannya.

"Star… is amazing right?” Those were the last words Hoshi heard from his mother before she took her final breath. On that sorrowful day, Hoshi discovered an old book that belonged to his mother. Inside, he found a mysterious poem that spoke of a power capable of bringing life back. Unable to accept her passing, Hoshi became determined to uncover the meaning behind the poem, hoping to reclaim the beautiful moments that now existed only in his memories. His journey to seek answers was filled with challenges, but everything changed when he met Sora—a person who held the key to the puzzle…and to his future.

This Isn't really a novel or anything, i just made this as a hobby cuz i really like making cool and op power system. it may sound cringe but i like making these power system. So i made this to make different and unique power system, powers or even unique paths of progression/evolution. If any of you reading this like any of the content then feel free to use them. Also you can comment and request for any specific power system you want made or something. Anyways guys thanks for taking your time reading this large synopsis.

In one of the Northern Villages of the Meadow Kingdom, the little girl, Lithea had lived her best life with her parents and her closest friend, Hugo. With her cheerful personality, her laughs and giggles bring joy to the household. But one fateful night, after the birth of her younger sister, Mia, the happy family was visited by a monstrous beast. To protect them, their parents faced the giant wolf and fought them to buy time for the children to escape. With the baby in her arms, Lithea seeks help and shelter from Hugo's family, the Marbles. But not long after the tragic night, a high priest, Chi, showed up on their doorsteps and took the girls under the care of the Sun Temple, a counterpart of the Sol Temple where Chi occupies the highest position. The changes in her life affected her greatly, once a cheerful child barely showed emotion in her dark cold eyes. She vowed to herself to avenge her parents and to seek the root of all the killings in the northern region and eliminate it. Will she be able to control her feelings in battle? Will she be able to avenge her parents, or would it inflict more pain in her as she begins her journey? Warning!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK This book may contain triggering contents such as BLOOD, TRAUMATIC EVENTS, VIOLENCE, AND MURDER.

“ Tell me girl, how do you possess my mate mark?,what sorcery did you use?” His voice dull yet husky’s queries out, his marble eyes scan through her eyes that grants not a glance at him. “Listen, I’ve said this earlier, I don’t know who you’re or what you speak off. “ She said in rest of a sigh, exhausted her mind is at the triples questions being sent at her. More than anyone she’s in dubious , one moment she was caught on a mission to steal a gem stone and the next she’s being interrogated after an hour of torture. For all she knows she’s just a human girl with ill luck to have cross paths with lunatics like them. Ella is a human girl who gets entangle in the supernatural world due to a mark she possess , that just happens to be the mate mark of a royal alpha. In the depth of figuring the mystery of her possession of the mark, secrets are dig out ,curses are revoke and forgotten prophecy is reborn.

Kalpak, a young man living an ordinary life, finds himself thrust into an ancient mystery after a chilling encounter with a masked stranger. Handed a black pouch containing a glowing orange marble, his world spirals into a terrifying journey filled with cryptic dreams, strange gifts, and hidden histories. As Kalpak uncovers more of the truth, he becomes embroiled in a tale stretching back millennia, where ancient kings, forgotten curses, and divine powers collide.

The grand doors of Edelweiss Swordschool creaked open, revealing a vast courtyard surrounded by towering spires and the impressive silhouette of the castle. Lein stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He adjusted the cloak around him, feeling the warmth of the earring given to him by his father's old swordmaster. As he stepped forward, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, causing him to turn. A fellow student, a girl of his age with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes, grinned at him. "Hey there, new kid! You must be Lein, right?" she said with a playful tone. Lein gave a nod, managing a small smile. "Yes, that's me. Lein von Hrunting." "I'm Elara. Welcome to Edelweiss!" She gestured to the sprawling campus. "Come on, I'll show you around and help you get settled." As they strolled through the courtyard, Elara pointed out the training grounds, the library, and the various towers where students attended classes. Lein couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the school. "So, why did you come here?" Elara asked, glancing at him. Lein hesitated for a moment before replying, "My father believes I might have a talent for being a Spellblade, like him. He arranged for me to study here." "Ah, a Spellblade! That's impressive. You'll be training with the best of the best," she said with a grin. "That being said, you'll be expected to beat them if that is truly your goal." They reached the entrance of the castle, and Elara opened the door for Lein. The interior was just as imposing as the exterior, with polished marble floors and towering pillars. As they walked through the corridors, Lein couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on him. Elara led him to a room with a wooden door bearing the emblem of Edelweiss. "This is your room," she announced, pushing the door open. Inside, Lein found a neatly arranged space with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a window that offered a view of the surrounding mountains. His luggage was already placed by the bed. "Your stuff arrived earlier. We've got a few hours before the welcoming ceremony, so take your time settling in. If you need anything, I'll be around." Elara said, giving him a friendly wave before heading out. Alone in his new room, Lein took a deep breath. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he unpacked his belongings, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges and adventures awaited him at Edelweiss Swordschool. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test not only his skills but also the mysterious power that lay dormant within him. The cloak of anonymity provided by the earring would prove to be both a blessing and a curse in the days to come.

This wasn't my first VR game, but as always, I sucked. My favorite kind of ways to play was a meaty mage with high damage and favorably both high MP and HP regeneration. But while I tried to create this type of Avatar, l had no luck yet again. This game was way too hard! It was also almost impossible to level up like this and I died countless times. Also...I was basically an social inept and unble to perform well in a party or any other kind of group. I had too less talent to get stronger as fast as other players and the painfully low possibilities of my potential often sent me to the brink of my inner abyss. Still, I loved playing this game and kept on playing anyway. Until one day, my peace and serenity were broken by the undercurrents and remnants of political struggle in the city I resided. Forced to join the ruthless leader of the black market I had to let go of everything that hindered me to grow stronger. To find my oppressors who bullied, stole from me and made me wish to leave this game behind. On my way to revenge, my class was upgraded to a branch class of mage, - illusionist. Fit for my style of madness and an concealed weapon against my enemies. And this made me let loose of anything reining myself back. - "So, you said you were an illusionist. Do you already know what your class is able to do or shall I explain it to you?" The class instructor asked. "I can make weak hallucinations and cute phantasms." "..." he held the bridge of his nose. "You got to choose between scary and cute phantasms and chose cute? What the hell is wrong with you????" "te-he..." I tried to scratch my head cutely. "Don't te-he me, you imbecile!" he roared. "How the hell should I be your instructor when you can't even choose the basic skills that are suitable for fighting?!" "But the big wolf found the phantasm cute and was tamed." I smiled and showed him the hide of a deer I had placed in my inventory. "He even started hunting for me until I had enough and ran away." "..." The instructor was left speechless. Why did he have to babysit such a useless revenant? Couldn't he at least have someone with a bit more smartness? Why did he have to take care of this dorky mage?????? Update schedule: 1 - 2 Chapters every week

Welcome to Cipher Academy, an elite private school where only the wealthiest and most gifted students walk its pristine marble halls. But beneath its luxurious facade lies a clandestine world of espionage, assassination, and secrets that could shake nations. Kira Yurei, a 17-year-old with jet-black hair and haunting pink eyes, is one of the academy’s top operatives—a member of the Student Council, the school’s elite governing body, which secretly doubles as an organization of highly trained assassins and spies. With a cold, apathetic demeanor and surgical precision in every mission, Kira seems untouchable, a shadow in human form. But cracks start to form in the school’s perfect image when Leon Ashford, a brilliant and manipulative golden-haired boy with striking violet eyes, starts poking around. Known for his sharp wit and unrivaled intellect, Leon is not only the top academic student but also someone the school’s higher-ups have cautiously considered recruiting. Yet, they know better—they fear him. Leon is far too perceptive, far too dangerous. When a series of inexplicable accidents start happening on campus—students disappearing, encrypted messages left in lockers, and faint traces of blood in off-limits areas—Leon’s curiosity turns into obsession. His fixation on Kira only grows, sensing that the cold boy is at the center of it all. As secrets begin to unravel and alliances blur, Kira is forced to confront the weight of his loyalty to the Student Council, the enigmatic Headmaster Alistair, and the shadowy figure known only as “The Director.” Will Leon uncover the truth behind the academy’s dark underbelly, or will Kira silence him before he gets too close? And when the final mission threatens to upend the entire system, whose side will each boy stand on?

Sarah Taylor, Maya Cadigan and Lillian Snow. Three average young women with an inseparable bond, ready to tackle their first year at college. It’s set to be an unremarkable experience… but things take a turn for the incredible when a mysterious fugitive from another dimension comes crashing into their lives, introducing them to a wondrous world beyond the depths of imagination. The Phantasm, where every story, world and idea throughout human history becomes reality… (Content Warning: Mild depictions of transphobia, body horror, language, some mild gore and depictions of undiagnosed mental health conditions without proper explanation, therapy or treatment. Readers with depression, borderline personality disorder, gender dysphoria and internalised transphobia may find some scenes distressing.)

|NOVELLA #1| |7X WATTPAD FEATURED · AMBYS 2023 SHORTLIST| Twelve-year-old Will is a dragon. He's a member of the Water Clan that thrives in the Bermuda Triangle. His parents abandoned him seven years ago and never returned, leaving Will with just a magic necklace and the Ocean to guide him. Alone on a tropical island, his world will change when he meets her... a beautiful, young girl named Maddie. All he wants is to spend the rest of his life with her, which proves to be both a grave and miraculous mistake. A chain of events brings the two tweens together on the famous Carnival Ecstasy, where they must learn the truth behind the Bermuda Triangle, in order to save Will's legacy. However, darkness is in the air, as well as something that challenges the dragons' future once and for all. Who/What is the monster that dooms ships and planes to the bottom of the Triangle? What does it want from Will? His parents abandoned him for a reason, but only the young dragon can figure it out. *** *Claxton spin-off story, but it can easily be read as a standalone.* 2nd Draft Word Count: 10,000-20,000 - Featured on @Watt-Dragons || The Short Flight Reading List. - Featured on @WattpadShortStory || Phantasm and Sorcery Reading List. - Featured on @Fantasy || Middle Grade and Children's Fantasy Reading List. - Added to @Fantasy || Featured Fantasy Stories Reading List. - Featured on @talesofthedeep || Fintastic Reads ~ Sea Creatures Reading List. - Featured on @WattpadFriendsandFamily || Adventurous Crews Reading List.

The smelly hearse stopped at the door, the sound of marbles crashing from the ceiling, someone pacing back and forth in the corridor, and the next room seemed to be cutting something. The door lock in the bedroom vibrated slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom was tightened, but it was still ticking. There seemed to be a ball rolling under the bed. The footprints stained with water are constantly emerging on the floor and are slowly approaching. At three o'clock in the morning, Chen Ge hid beside the radiator with a kitchen knife, and the phone in his hand had just been dialed. "Landlord!"! This is the night you said.A little lively?! "

Synopsis of The Call to Arms In the serene heart of Greece lies the Alexandros estate, a sprawling haven of vineyards and olive groves owned by the noble Alexandros family. Sophia Alexandros, a poised and compassionate young woman of twenty-six, has long enjoyed the comforts and privileges of her ancestral home. Her life is one of elegance and responsibility, managing the estate with grace since her father’s passing. However, beneath the idyllic surface, political unrest simmers as the Ottoman Empire tightens its grip on Greece, threatening the very essence of Greek heritage and independence. The fragile peace shatters when news arrives that Ottoman forces have seized nearby Kastoria and are advancing toward the Alexandros estate. The sudden invasion thrusts Sophia and her family into chaos, forcing them to confront the harsh realities of war. Faced with the dire choice to submit or resist, Sophia’s resolve hardens. Determined to protect her homeland and preserve her family’s legacy, she decides to join the burgeoning Greek independence movement, abandoning her sheltered life and the expectations to marry well. Leaving behind the marble halls and manicured gardens, Sophia steps into the rugged world of rebellion. She partners with Dimitri, her brave younger brother, and Kosta, the estate’s seasoned foreman, to rally the estate’s staff and nearby villagers. Together, they forge alliances with local rebels, transforming the estate into a strategic stronghold for the resistance. Sophia’s noble upbringing and sharp intellect quickly earn her a leadership role, as she devises strategies, secures supplies, and inspires those around her with unwavering courage. As Sophia immerses herself in the fight for freedom, she faces numerous challenges that test her strength and resolve. Skepticism from some rebels, the loss of comrades, and the relentless pressure from Ottoman forces weigh heavily on her. Yet, her determination never falters. Her leadership becomes a beacon of hope, uniting diverse factions of the resistance and galvanizing a movement that grows stronger with each passing day. Amidst the turmoil, Sophia grapples with personal sacrifices. Her bond with Dimitri deepens as they navigate the perils of war together, each step bringing them closer to their shared dream of a free Greece. The estate, once a symbol of privilege, transforms into a battleground where Sophia’s spirit shines brightest. Her decision to fight not only ignites a personal journey of bravery and resilience but also sparks a larger struggle for national identity and sovereignty. In pivotal moments of strategy and sacrifice, Sophia leads daring raids against Ottoman supply lines, orchestrates defensive maneuvers to protect innocent villagers, and negotiates fragile truces with neighboring factions. Her actions inspire others to join the cause, swelling the ranks of the resistance and escalating the conflict into a full-scale war for independence. Through victories and losses, Sophia remains steadfast, embodying the spirit of Greece’s fight for liberation. The Call to Arms is a gripping tale of courage, duty, and the unyielding pursuit of freedom. It delves into the complexities of leadership, the burdens of responsibility, and the transformative power of unwavering conviction. Sophia Alexandros’s journey from a sheltered heiress to a formidable leader mirrors the broader struggle of a nation yearning to reclaim its destiny. As the Ottoman threat looms ever larger, Sophia and her allies must navigate treacherous alliances, personal sacrifices, and the relentless march of war to secure a future where Greece can flourish free from oppression.

In the third week of dating Finley Garcia, Victoria Young overheard him yapping: "That so - called true - born daughter the Young family dug up ain't got no love from 'em. I'm just messing around with her, for kicks." "Back when Victoria first strutted her stuff back into the Young family, she had a wicked allergic reaction to pineapple on day one. And it was her two older bros who pulled that stunt on purpose, just to show her who's boss." Victoria didn't waste a second and dumped Finley flat. She also cut all the strings tied to the Young family. Finley didn't give a hoot. Victoria was just a washed - up rich chick that nobody would give two cents for. He was dead sure she'd come crawling back to him sooner or later. But then, news hit the streets that she'd tied the knot with another dude. Finley lost his marbles. He guzzled booze until he puked blood and banged on her door like a madman, his eyes all red and wild, hollering, "Vicky, dump that guy and let's get back together..." Well, he sure didn't see this coming. When the door swung open, there was this big - shot guy with major swagger. His collar was a bit loose, and he had some real suggestive red marks on his neck. The guy snarled, "You got a death wish or something? Try messing with my wife again and see what happens."

In the heart of medieval times, Atika, a tribal slave girl adorned with intricate tattoos marking her heritage, finds herself on the auction block once again. Known for her fierce spirit and unyielding defiance, she has been sold and returned by numerous masters, none able to tame the wildness within her. Atika's life changes when Virgil, a handsome and tall pureblood vampire, attends the auction. Cold, sadistic, and narcissistic, Virgil's reputation precedes him. Yet, he is immediately captivated by Atika's beauty and fiery spirit. Her feral nature reminds him of a wild kitten, earning her the nickname "kitten" from him. Intrigued and seeing potential in her that others have missed, Virgil places a high bid, securing Atika as his new possession. He brings her to his grand estate, a place of opulence and dark secrets. There, he plans to mold her into a perfect servant, but he is also drawn to the possibility of something more—an unusual bond that neither can yet define. Excerpt: The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of Lord Virgil’s estate, casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The imposing figure of Virgil, a tall and handsome pureblood vampire with raven hair and piercing red eyes, stood in the center of the grand hall. His gaze was fixed on Atika, the human slave girl who knelt before him, her tribal attire and tattoos a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Atika's spirit was unbroken despite her circumstances. She was feisty, with a sharp tongue and a sweetness that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. But Virgil was not easily swayed. His narcissistic and sadistic nature made him a master of control, and he relished the challenge she presented. “Kneel, kitten,” Virgil commanded, his voice smooth and unwavering. Atika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion, but she complied, sinking to her knees before him. She hated the nickname he had given her, but there was a strange intimacy in the way he said it, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. Virgil stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, lifting her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Such a feral kitten,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You remind me of a wild creature, untamed and full of fire.” Atika’s breath hitched, but she refused to look away. “I am not a pet,” she said defiantly. “I am a warrior.” Virgil chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You are whatever I say you are,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her lips. “And right now, you are mine.” His eyes flickered to the brand on her shoulder, the mark that declared her a slave. His expression darkened, the amusement vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Who branded you with this mark?” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. Atika’s heart pounded, fear and anger warring within her. She knew that revealing the name would bring death, but Virgil's patience was not infinite. She remained silent, her defiance a silent challenge. Virgil’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her chin. “Answer me, kitten,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Who dared to mark you as their property?” Tears welled in Atika’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “His name is Varek,” she said her voice barely a whisper. “He is the one who branded me.” Virgil’s expression grew darker, a deadly calm settling over him. He released her, turning away with a dangerous grace. “Varek,” he repeated, the name like poison on his lips. “He will pay for this.”

Ahmed is drawn into a haunting underworld teeming with vengeful spirits and ancient mysteries. Guided by a compelling yet shadowy figure, he uncovers the secrets of forgotten gods and hidden artifacts. As he navigates this chaotic realm, Ahmed wrestles with his ancestry and a dark legacy. His enigmatic mentor urges him to unlock his dormant powers, all while concealing a malevolent agenda. In a race against time, Ahmed must reveal the true threat lurking in the shadows. To save both his world and the realm of the forgotten, he must summon the strength of his lineage and confront an insidious ambition poised to plunge everything into eternal darkness.