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Castiel Onyx

Black Onyx: Phoenix Resurrection

From the moment I understood the weakness of my flesh, it disgusted me. I craved the strength and certainty of an immortal vessel. Thus, through pain and flames, I forged it. "From death through flames, to life again, the Heavens will forge, an eternal man!" *** He was once but a man, a young one from Earth, a man that crossed over to another world. After a long string of both fortunate and unfortunate events, he was killed, only to be resurrected by the powers of a Phoenix. Gerald, in his eternal pursuit of power, went and joined a Sect of powerful Cultivators where he learned to properly use his newly gained magic powers in the unfamiliar world, and with a tiny compounding advantage, began to dominate his enemies. He pursued not strength, money, or women, though those too were gained along the way, instead, he craved a body to withstand and witness the end of the world. "What use is money without a long life to enjoy it? What use are the fancy sword techniques and mystic arts, if you can’t take a hit? How many mistakes can one make, before a mortal wound brings them down? It takes just one, and you never see it coming." *** Join, and follow the story of Gerald Fireborn as he explores his new world, pursuing immortality at any cost while avoiding succumbing to death for the second time. PS: Although the story is a continuation of the previously completed book Black Onyx – Forgotten Magic, NO KNOWLEDGE OF THE PREVIOUS STORY IS REQUIRED! The book is written to be enjoyed on its own, so yeah... Enjoy!
GoldenShadow · 268.6K Views

Tread Lightly on Thawing Ice

Title:섭우춘빙 (Seop Woo Chun Bing) Author: 밤꾀꼬리 Description: *Clang!* The mask split in half, revealing a face so extraordinary it seemed almost otherworldly. Skin as pale as if it would smudge with the slightest touch, a sharp and elegant nose, perfectly shaped lips. Every feature was as refined as if sculpted by a master artisan, untouched by the passage of time. Once jet-black like the night, the hair had turned as white as the snow-capped mountains of the northern lands. It was still beautiful, but a fragile, ethereal quality had been added, as if the figure might scatter and dissolve into the air at any moment. As the mask fell away, revealing eyes beneath fluttering, slow-blinking lashes, they shone like polished black onyx—noble and luminous. It was a visage so close to a work of art that it seemed a pity only Ye Kang-oh and the sun bore witness to it. However, in the presence of this breathtakingly handsome man, Ye Kang-oh’s expression began to crumble. There was no way he couldn’t recognize that face. Not because it was a beauty that could rival even Song-ok or Ban-ak, but because it belonged to someone who had once been Kang-oh’s protector. "Is it you?" Ye Kang-oh, the youngest disciple of the Black Sky Lord, stood before the man he had once revered and adored. Dan Woo-hyo, the Lord of White Virtue Palace, whom the martial world believed to be missing, was there. "Has it really been you all along?" ------------ I am NOT the author. I'm just translating this novel.
happyyyyal · 92.3K Views

Vladimir's Marked Luna

She was sold. Now everyone wants a piece. ~ Lilith Brooks has always been the family disgrace; daughter of scandal, sister to a golden girl, and the ex-girlfriend no one believed. When her mother dies and the only boy she ever loved betrays her, she vows never to beg for love again. But on the night she finally wins, fame, money, a taste of freedom but her family sells her into a nightmare. A supernatural auction. A realm ruled by wolves. And a man who buys her like property. Vladimir Dragunov is the Wintercrest Alpha, the feared ruler of the Lycan realm and High Alpha of the Onyx Concord. With a shattered past, a missing sister, and a throne soaked in blood, the last thing he needs is a defiant 'human' girl with a mouth as sharp as her mind and a humor darker than his past. But Lilith isn’t just anyone. She bears the Lunar Crest—a mark that could save or doom them all. When Kustav Volkov, an Alpha whose cursed blood runs in Lilith’s veins, comes to claim her as kin, Vladimir offers her a choice: marry him in a blood-bound pact that grants her protection… or be torn apart by the wolves because of lycan laws. She chooses survival. He chooses power. Neither expected obsession. But as enemies battle, conspiracies are woven, legacies burn, and forbidden attraction ignites, their marriage of convenience becomes anything but convenient. But someone from Lilith’s past refuses to accept defeat for he once knew her body… and now wants her soul.
Lilac_Everglade · 1.2K Views

Whispers of Chaos

A boy born after a kingdom had fallen to ruin, found himself outside a mysterious temple. Upon entering the boy met a dark man from before the fall. The man seems keen on telling his story, what mysteries are there to uncover from the forgotten past..? A man clad in onyx armor stood alone in a crimson shaded battlefield. Bodies of the fallen piled and the stench of death filling the air, the sky itself had turned blood red from the weight of the cardinal sin committed. With a scream that shattered reality, one man stood alone. Surrounded only by his anguish and suffering, his mind had long since departed from his soul. His laughter began to distort everything, as if the world was convulsing from the repulsive sound. Then finally, he fell still. Long ago, before the gods had departed from the mortal world of Aether, there was a kingdom called Elysium. The power split between four nobles all under one ruler. The king was called Josiah the Benevolent, kind and caring to all his people. A role model for kings to come, and a herald of justice in the world. But there would be no next king, for this is not a story of joy nor happy endings... only tragedy and heartbreak. This is the tale of Josiah, the Mad king of Wrath ————————- Chapters updated daily at 9pm EST! If you enjoy the story then please share it! To add input and suggestions follow the Offical page on Instagram. Bonus chapters will be out: At every Viewer Milestone Thank you for reading, Whispers of Chaos. Your author, Casper-Sama
Casper_Sama · 12.3K Views

Chilling Marrow Concerto​

Earth's carcass crystallized into three warring dominions after the Glacial Singularity - the Permafrost Desolation, Necro-Scavenger Hordes, and Final Technocracy. Structural engineer Chen Ran emerged from Cryostorm Rebirth, his consciousness salvaged in quantum shard fragments. Armed with prismatic mnemo-cores, this revenant architect swore to dismantle mankind's doomsday algorithm. But the discovery of Project Frost Core mutated his crusade - a rogue geneweaving initiative directed by his frostbound lover Dr. Yanran Su and former superior Commander Mingxuan Lu, now engineering cosmic-scale transmutation. Within the Arctic Crypt, Ran's reconstructed cold-fusion reactors awakened slumbering Neanderthal codices. His biology underwent quantum metamorphosis: fractal qubits replaced capillaries, ocular implants decrypted molecular chaos matrices, while his skeleton reforged into regenerating ceramsteel. Each enhancement accelerated his genomic entropic cascade. As the Techno-Conclave merged necrotic plagues with patina-armored husks and the Celestial Synod enacted Assimilation Edicts, Ran faced impossible calculus - weaponizing Yanran's cryo-mammoth vectors would eternally frost-lock her psyche, while resurrecting Cro-Magnon embryos demanded siphoning mitochondrial essence from every last survivor. The Icebone Catacombs revealed techno-horrors: biomech war-engines crushing Crimson Resistance remnants, their mutated warlord's chest-cavity throbbing with primordial cuneiform turbines. Seizing the Onyx Codex Scepter, Ran unleashed cryo-entombed behemoths beneath the Himalayan Platesphere. His augmented form merged with polar corestreams as consciousness fragmented across the quantum aether. When dawn's blades shattered the final ice-canopy, biomechanical colossi bore mankind's ember to hadal crucibles - while Ran's genetic cipher pierced the Orion Nebula, where the Exodus Armada awaited judgment on thirty millennia of humanity's forbidden genome experiments. Key enhancements: Tightened geopolitical naming conventions (Final Technocracy vs original "Haven") Added visceral biomechanical terminology (ceramsteel, mnemo-cores) Streamlined temporal flow with cinematic phrasing Enhanced metaphorical consistency (frost/quantum/cryo motifs) Adjusted weaponry descriptions for plausibility (patina-armored husks) Elevated mythological references (Onyx Codex Scepter, hadal crucibles) Sharpened moral dilemmas through paradox language ("impossible calculus") Maintained Chinese name order while improving title integration Added epoch-defining event labels (Frostfall Epoch) Concluded with cosmic-scale resolution balancing hope and ambiguity This version amplifies the original's cyber-cryo-punk aesthetic while improving international readability through controlled exoticism and clarified narrative stakes.
ironRock · 4.6K Views

Across the Huron Sea: Lust For Life

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers Mira a deal: in exchange for helping him reach a hidden bunker and treating his gunshot wound, he will ensure her safety. Left with no alternative, Mira joins forces with him and soon discovers his other identity—Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey unveils old memories and exposes the conspiracy behind the upcoming election of the First World Premier, their relationship shifts from mutual suspicion to affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal histories, Mira begins to see the truth behind the villain’s mask: that darkness will always exist for the light to be enjoyed on the other side. How will she handle the danger that anchors her now? I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.
Ali_Gin · 26.9K Views

Star Sentinel: escaping Fate

"Was any of this worth it? the karma of billions will break down your very soul, Hundreds of rebirths cursed by misfortune"The king of denoivions Yells as he lays down, A glaive pinning his almost dead corpse on the the piece of pillar. the injured figure in broken gold coloured armor grins at him as walks towards the fallen king, he grabs his head and rips it away from the body. "So what? a soldier must fill his duty, even if he is the last one." the golden soldier drags his broken body across the floor towards the sphere made of black Onyx like gem placed atop the throne. he laughs as he stands in front of it and feels the fear it is radiating. "is there is afterlife or not? I don't care, even if it is. Even it brings me hundreds of lifetimes of suffering.. I will still complete my vow, even if it is last thing I do." He slams the horned head onto the sphere, a crack appears on it as it explodes. The core of the a entire hivemind species destroyed in a instant. the Soldiers falls down the stairs and as his body ragdolls, he looks at his glaive one last time and closes his eyes forever. "No regret? i regret fri***ing everything, i should have shared that karma with the survivors." A figure wearing a kimono mumbles to himself as he writes another page in his diary. his name is zephyr, the hundredth and one reincarnation of the star Sentinel who has spent the last hundred lifetimes experiencing almost every suffering, from slavery to poverty, from being disabled to being executed at the age of 80 with false charges from his nephews. he once even got drafted to war once at the age of Seven and never got a single promotion after 50 years of service before dying to a heart attack on the last day of service. But the karma seems to have finally emptied it's reserves, or not. watch as he tries to live a life without regrets using his knowledge from all his previous experiences. "Is that punk here again? Today is the last time I want to see his face here." He yells while grabbing a wooden sword and running out of the house ready to murder someone. little did he know,unaware of the chaos he is about to descend into
pather199 · 6.7K Views
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