Trolls Regal

# amoraposraiva Quando sua esposa e a mulher dos seus sonhos foram sequestradas ao mesmo tempo, ele escolheu salvar sua frágil mulher dos sonhos e deixou sua devotada esposa nas mãos dos sequestradores. Ele havia dito à sua esposa, “Qiao An, você sempre foi inteligente, com certeza pode se salvar mesmo que eu te deixe com os sequestradores. Mas Wei Xin não consegue.” Deste incidente, Qiao An finalmente percebeu os verdadeiros sentimentos de seu marido. Deixada para se virar sozinha, ela optou por pular de um prédio em ruínas. Para o terror do canalha, depois que sua supostamente obediente esposa teve alta do hospital, ela começou a derramar vingança sobre ele e sua mulher dos sonhos. Ele foi completamente sobrecarregado. Depois de perder tudo, ele percebeu que mulheres inteligentes nunca devem ser provocadas. Ele decidiu se reconciliar com sua esposa. No entanto, sua esposa havia encontrado uma nova vida com seu tio!

What happens if you troll your teammates? Usually nothing, but in this case, you get the best present ever- Getting sent to a NEW world, where the games are actually difficult and realistic, unlike those boring ones from my previous world. Not just game skill is needed, Intelligence, communication, and quick thinking all play a role in this new world, and without all three, the game is already over. What mysteries lie at each part of the world, or even at the end of the whole world? https://www.royalroad.com/profile/633207/fictions

Trapped in a prison, unable to remember his past, Toll searches for a way to survive. This is a horror story that meanders through litrpg/tabletop rpg/puzzle game tropes, including saving princesses, gathering harems, and fighting for his life-all the while stuck in a cursed body (but not a werewolf) he can't always control. As dice are involved, I don't know where this will go.

King Niklaus Mikaelson, a name that resonated with both fear and reverence across the Mythralian Peninsula, was a figure shrouded in a dark, commanding aura. His reputation as the most ruthless and strongest ruler had been etched into the annals of history through countless conquests and acts of sheer dominance. The Kingdom of Emberlyn, his seat of power, had become a formidable force under his iron-fisted rule, expanding relentlessly as he sought to unite the entire peninsula beneath his banner. Niklaus was a man who wielded authority like a weapon, his charisma a tool for bending others to his will. To the world, he was the epitome of power and allure, the man every woman desired and every rival feared. Yet, beneath his striking exterior and regal bearing lay a darkness as deep and unyielding as the obsidian blade he kept sheathed at his side. In the resplendent Kingdom of Aquarion, where the gentle whispers of the wind and the serene beauty of the landscape paint a portrait of tranquility, Princess Emily Wilson stands as a luminous enigma. As the eldest and middle daughter of King Wilson, Emily is a figure both revered and shrouded in mystery, a living legend whose beauty is spoken of in hushed, reverent tones. Emily’s physical beauty is legendary, though it remains largely unseen by the world beyond her family. Her rare blue eyes, deep and mesmerizing, are said to capture the essence of the sky and the sea, reflecting a depth of emotion and intelligence that transcends mere appearance. Her blonde hair, a cascade of sunlit strands, frames her face with a halo of ethereal light, adding to her mystique. To those who have glimpsed her, Emily is a vision of unparalleled grace, a princess whose beauty is as captivating as it is elusive. Yet, Emily’s allure extends far beyond her physical appearance. She embodies a unique blend of wisdom, strength, and purity, qualities that make her a formidable presence in her kingdom. Her wisdom is profound, her decisions guided by an insight that belies her years. She approaches her role with a sense of purpose and clarity, balancing the weight of her responsibilities with the grace of a true leader.

Everyone is playing a regal game. Everyone except Lucia (who probably should). After her father faced accusations of trying to seize the throne from his father and king, he was exiled along with his family. They were no longer royalty, but his wife would not have it. She was friends with the queen of Vershia and used that to her advantage. Her two older daughters were the right age to marry the two princes, and she would make that happen come what may. That became a problem when the oldest daughter was ignored by the crown prince, who formed a friendship with the youngest of the girls. There was still hope; Lucia could become the future queen. But Lucia was not groomed for this role. She did not want to live for the type of marriage she could snag. She did not want to take the man who had been planned for her sister. But that’s the thing with plans, isn’t it? She never planned to fall in love with the man, and there she was: an unwilling participant in the regal games. Would she capture the crown? How would everything affect her relationship with her sister? Was there ever pleasing her mother? [WSA 2024 Entry]

After insulting an author for their terrible writing, he was transported into the world of the novel he was speaking shit about. In the body of a cannon fodder, the author told him that since the hero was written so terribly, he should take over the role of the hero and save the world. If this was a typical isekai story, he would've been fine, using the exploits and memories of the novel to his advantage. This only difference is that compared to those other protagonists, this one didn't actually read the novel. He was just being a troll online. "Fuck." The only saving grace was that God gave him a system. The bad part was that the system's only purpose was to provide him information. The price? Pain. A lot of pain.

A Goddess of Love known to the realm as Devilla needs help with the overwhelming amount of cases she been receiving, she sends out some applications in the hope of getting that needed help. That help comes in the form of a cute angel\demon hybrid named Hera, a kind woman who just want to help people. Her first day on the job doesn't go too smoothly however, As a Harpy named Velven accused her Troll husband Sarglan of sending a assassin to kill her. It up to the duo of Devilla and Hera along with someone special from Hera's past to solve this situation. A story of Mystery and Burning romance awaits you!

Warum Lillys Leben sich für immer an ihrem 18. Geburtstag ändert und wie zwei verfeindete Wolfsrudel ihr neues Leben in ein ziemliches Chaos stürzen erfahrt ihr wenn ihr meine Geschichte lest. Hier ein kurzerTextauschnitt: Hat der sie noch alle? Ich drehe hier gerade durch vor Angst, stehe kurz vor einem Herzinfarkt und er geht Kaffee kochen? Das kann einfach nicht sein. Es kann so etwas wie Werwölfe einfach nicht geben. Das darf einfach nicht sein. Denn wenn sie existieren, was existiert dann noch alles? Vampire, Hexen, Trolle oder gar Zwerge? Hysterisch beginne ich zu lachen. Ich kann einfach nicht mehr damit aufhören. Immer weiter lache ich. Kein schönes Lachen, eher so, als würden gleich die Männer in weiß mit den unbequemen Jacken kommen und mich ein für allemal wegsperren.

[Book One of the Regal Family Series] Hou Wei Yan had recently returned from States and the first thing she ever did was to work hard on the new hospital she was assigned. When she finally got a day off to return to her household, much to her horror, she was sold off by her father to a wealthy man comparable to that of an emperor. In an instant, she was dragged by his men to sign their marriage contract. She had long accepted that such a tragedy would come, but she never thought she would have a weird husband! He was set on not showing his face and yet pampering her to no end!

The inevitable threat of [Ragnarok] looms over [Yggdrasil]. The terrifying cycle of creation and destruction continues unhindered. Gods, Angels and Demons alike have tried to put an end to it but to no avail. Now in the ninth cycle of [Ragnarok] the [Fragments of Insurgence] have arrived, and behind them a rogue deity promising salvation from an endless cycle of life and death. Join me Xyrak, as I regale this tale and bask in the true might and glory of [Yggdrasil].

Miles Bennett, a 19-year-old pizza delivery boy, happened to deliver a custom-made love pizza on Valentine's Day to a regal home. Little did he know, his girlfriend Hanna would open the door with an elderly man gripping her waist lovingly. "You are such worthless trash, Miles!" Heartbroken, a screen flashed before this young man. [You are now the host of the 10x Modern Money System] [Starting with $10,000,000,000] [10× multiplier on income] [10× rebate on expenses] [Ding!] [First Mission Assigned!] [Details: Your heartless, wicked boss is on the brink of bankruptcy] [Action: Face-slap your boss, buy, and grow his pizza company to surpass McDonald's] [Reward: $10,000 and a 12-hour limited 30× rebate on expenses.] Miles clenched his fist and nodded with determination. "All who have looked down on me will pay!"

Amira, formerly known as Katherine Davis, awakens in a world unfamiliar yet strangely resonant with her spirit. Born of Imperial blood and possessing latent powers, she finds herself stripped of memories that connect her to a regal destiny she cannot recall. In a bold move to reclaim autonomy over her life, Amira fakes her death and disappears, hoping to start anew under a veil of anonymity. However, her peace is short-lived. A mysterious stranger appears, igniting dormant emotions and vague memories of a life once lived. His arrival heralds the convergence of others—shadowy figures whispering of duty, secrets, and an inevitable calling that Amira struggles to understand. Their words are heavy with unspoken truths, suggesting that her ties to the empire run deeper than mere lineage. As fragments of her past resurface, Amira stands at a crossroads, entangled in a web of rediscovered memories and awakening powers that threaten to pull her back into a world she sought to escape. The revelation of her identity brings with it daunting choices: should she embrace her birthright and the responsibilities it carries, or can she carve out a path of her own, free from the burdens of her heritage? With each step deeper into the mysteries of her past and the intricate politics of the empire, Amira must decide whom to trust. Are these new acquaintances allies in her quest for truth, or do they seek to use her for their own ends? As she navigates this treacherous terrain, the stakes rise, not just for Amira but for the entire realm which teeters on the brink of unseen changes. In a world where destiny is both a gift and a curse, Amira's choices will determine the fate of an empire. But at what cost will she pursue her true identity, and is the price of reclaiming her past worth the freedom she has found in obscurity?

"Portraits of the Undying" Isabella, a talented fine art restorer, is drawn to a remote castle shrouded in secrets, where her work on ancient paintings unearths forgotten memories from a past life she doesn’t understand. The paintings, particularly one of a regal queen who seems to watch her, ignite a mysterious connection that pulls her deeper into the castle’s dark history. As Isabella uncovers the truths hidden in the walls of the castle, she encounters Viktor—a brooding, enigmatic man whose gaze hides more than he reveals. But when strange visions begin to blur the line between past and present, Isabella’s reality starts to unravel, revealing the truth about her royal lineage, a tragic love, and a bond that transcends time. Haunted by whispers and visions, Isabella must navigate her growing feelings for Viktor, the appearance of a rival named Damien, and the mysterious allure of a castle that might just be alive. But the deeper she delves, the more she questions: Who is she really, and why is the castle calling her back to its forgotten depths?

"Where’s your flying broom?" "Ah, I already turned it into a chair. Sitting on a wooden stick make my groin hurt." Under the night sky stands Mistheaven Academy, a school filled with mystery. A young boy who shouldn't exist in this world walks through the night to attend the academy. The dim starlight guides him to unravel the academy's mysteries, one by one. Revealing the bloody tragedies that have occurred throughout human history.

In the ancient and primitive era, humanity had not yet come into existence. The ancestors of the elves were still trolls, and the Titan giants ruled the earth while the dragons dominated the sky. At the end of the epoch, the Titan giants and the dragons engaged in a fierce battle on the land. Both sides suffered heavy losses and were left severely wounded. At this time, a time - traveler descended upon a tribe of hawk - men. Leading them, they gradually embarked on their own path of evolution and eventually became the angel race. Countless years later, the radiance of Paradise spread throughout all worlds. Jiang You, the King of Angels, sat on the throne in the highest heaven. Infinite living beings sang hymns in unison: "Holy! Holy! How can sinners hope to behold, the majesty and glory of the Lord. Each offers a jade crown and magnificent adornments, presenting them to the divine throne in the golden hall."

Max used to be your normal guy until he was sent for reincarnation into another world by truck-kun. The world Max was reincarnated into was a world that was riddled with war until a few years ago, when a woman known as the Sword Empress ended the war and brought peace. But Max gave up thoughts of pursuing more power when he learned that the sword Empress was actually his calm and regal mother. Max decided to live a peaceful life with his mother along with his loved ones, but how many years can a forced peace last?

Tiara trolled down the subway already running late for her part time job in the grocery shop. It was her first time at work. "Oh God, I'm so late." She mumbled, checking her watch as she took a sharp turn leading to her workplace. Tiara is a 20 years old lady who lived with her family in a small cottage at the county side. She assists her family and her education by taking up part time jobs in shops. She is heading for one of those jobs but already late. Just as she took the turn, she collided with Andy, the son of the Mayor and heir to RICHARDSON INDUSTRIES. "I'm so sorry." she muttered as she helped him pick up the documents from the ground. In picking up the documents, they ended up picking up the last one together. Andy slowly lifted his eyes to Tiara, locking eyes whiles lost in her beauty. "Um..., I'll take my leave now." she uttered and rushed off hurriedly without turning back. "wait, what's your....name?" he mumbled , his words slowly fading away as he watched her ran off. He had already fell in love with her. It was a love at first sight but what happens if the social class becomes a boundary for their love. Join me in this journey to find what happens to their love story. Disclaimer: Picture not mine. Credits to the owner. Follow me on IG@Henrietta_Otu Discord: henrietta_otu1

The journey of a young man who lost everything finding a new reason to live and let go of the past. _______________________ Deep in the darkness a ruined palace made of stone adorned with scars from wars of old. Inside a regal throne of bones atop sat a figure lurking in the darkness. Tic Tic Tic... Flipping open his pocketwatch he smiled "It's almost time" Looking up with his purple orbs he leaned back waiting once more. "Tick Tock Tick Tock... Are you ready?" In the darkness, seven figures stood awaiting his orders. ______________________ I am a new author so any feedback would be great I would like to be able to improve and make this story the best as possible so don't be afraid to correct me on stuff I get wrong or tell me if I worded things badly.

Warning: Adult content ahead, this story/personal idea will only have male on futa. Complain all you want, I had to write a story where a man is on top, no bs, no trolls, no nothing. Smut earth, an earth that has sex everywhere you go, with limits that is, many beings exist. Ranging to dragons, tigers, dogs, cats, humans, elves. Both have males and females, but they all have a third gender, futas. Many males and females prefer to have a futa lover, Ace is no exception. however, instead of being submissive, he wants to be on top. Manh believe he is crazy and will end up being a femboy, but no dreams is impossible to achieve. “So, what, just because you're an ancient demon, I should just bend over and let you use me? Sorry, but I’m using you.” “An elf Futa wants to make me her personal dump? I’m making sure your the dump.” Extra tags: Andromorphic, futa on futa, male on futa, milf, elf, submissive, harem

For as long as he can remember, Shinya has been haunted by vivid visions of people and places he has never encountered. He brushes these strange occurrences off as mere daydreams - figments of his imagination. But when an ordinary day at school takes an unexpected turn, Shinya and his classmates suddenly find themselves transported to a mysterious room surrounded by armoured men and above sits a family adorned in regal attire glinting with jewels, radiating absolute power. Finding themselves in a world filled with magic, scenery, and mythical creatures once thought to be mere fiction. But beneath its enchanting surface, conflict and corruption run deep, threatening to tear it apart. Hailed as heroes, Shinya and his classmates are tasked with preventing the encroaching evil from bringing about catastrophe. Faced with an unfamiliar world, Shinya struggles to understand his new reality. Soon he begins to realise that the visions he has been dismissing were never just daydreams - they appear to give glimpses of the future. Knowing this, Shinya harnesses this newfound knowledge and power to make decisions that have pivotal moments and choices that will determine the fate of the whole world. As the visions intensify, the line between now and what is to come blurs. Foresights hinting at betrayals, shifting allegiances, and unnecessary bloodshed, makes it impossible for Shinya to separate friend from foe. The torment of not knowing who to trust cuts deep, leaving him questioning his relationships - both old and new. Who can he trust when even those closest to him could be enemies in disguise? Will he be able to alter the cataclysmic future, or is he simply doomed to watch it unfold, utterly powerless to stop it? As the boundary between fate and free will fades, what will our protagonist do to save a world that may already be beyond saving.

What if you wake up on the morning of your fifteenth birthday to discover a system screen floating over your head? It means you are a Mystic, one of the hundred people born each year who have access to the Celestial system and powers of the universe. What if when you go to get registered as a Mystic at their Academy you discover that all the slots are taken? There are already a hundred mystics in the system. You are a strange anomaly that has never happened in a billion years. Well, you must be none other than Xavier Xerxes. The weird teenager who was bullied for his strange white skin, long snowy hair and pink eyes is now also a Mystic who shouldn't exist. It couldn't have gotten any worse for him. Now he has to attend Celestial Academy to get basic training in leveling up and growing into the full potentials of his powers so he can slay demons and battle monsters from real to realm. He has the opportunity to grow from a human to an Immortal, saving the world along the way. Cool, right? But there's one little problem. Xavier doesn't do anything that could pass off as stressful. No, he prefers to read books in the library. He loves to write stories and poems. He cries through romantic movies. He has never walked farther than a meter in his life. No sporting activity whatsoever. He hates violence. Now they expect him to carry a sword. He is supposed to turn his body into a weapon of destruction, and his mind into a fortress of power. What the hell? How is he expected to survive a day at Celestial Academy when he has been home schooled since he was a child? How is he supposed to kill a bloodthirsty troll when he is scared of spiders? Exercise drills, push ups, war games...meditating? Never before in his life! Right. We all have to wait and see. Hopefully he'll find a way not to die on the first day.

The ocean roared, waves surging like beasts, crashing against an ancient throne carved from blue crystal. Noel stood in the midst of the chaos, his heart pounding as voices echoed in his head. A memory surfaced—one not his own yet deeply familiar. He saw a man with a face identical to his, regal and powerful, commanding the seas with a mere flick of his hand. The man turned, his gaze piercing. "The throne of waters belongs to you now," he said, his voice calm yet heavy. "But the cost is your past, your pain, and your fears. Will you take it?" Noel woke up with a jolt, drenched in sweat. His hands trembled as he clutched his chest, struggling to slow his racing heartbeat. It was the same dream again, haunting and vivid. But Noel didn’t know the man or the throne—or why he felt both terrified and drawn to it.

The age of ancient ignorance. Humans did not exist at this time, the ancestors of elves were still trolls, Titans ruled the earth, and dragons ruled the sky. At the end of the era, the Titans and the dragons fought fiercely for the earth, and both sides suffered losses. At this time, a time traveler descended on a tribe of eagles, leading them to gradually walk out on their own evolutionary path, and eventually became a tribe of angels. Countless years later. The light of heaven spreads throughout the heavens and all realms. Jiangyou, the king of angels, occupies the highest heavenly throne. Endless creatures sang hymns together: "Holy! Holy! How can sinners look at it? God is majestic and glorious. Everyone is decorated with jade crowns and dedicated to the golden hall of God's throne."

A young woman from Earth wakes up in a cave, disoriented, confused, amnesic and with her lower body replaced by that of a giant spider. She has no idea what she stumbled into and all the extra sensations were definitely not helping. "Did I get reincarnated into a fantasy world?" She's not quite sure. But, the goblin, the troll and (soon enough) the hot elf all suggest "yes." As much as it creeps her out, her new body is powerful and flexible in some very interesting 'spidery' ways as she slowly learns to live with it. Combined with what modern knowledge she can still remember, the newly christened Elania soon finds herself building a new life as an adventurer among the elves. Who knows what awaits her? Maybe, just maybe, she might even find happiness along the way. Discord link: https://discord.gg/TqFjdv8uaE Come find me and other wonderful readers!

Title: "The Creator Goes on a Journey to Explore the Narrative That He Has Created" **Synopsis**: In a realm beyond all known concepts, where even the idea of existence and non-existence holds no sway, the Creator tirelessly brings forth infinite, infinitely uncountable narratives. Detached from the stories He has crafted, the Creator sends forth an Avatar, Takayama Shinzui, to explore and observe the first narrative He has chosen. This narrative, a complex structure of layers—Sub-Narrative, Border, and Entirety—houses countless worlds, each with its unique story, conflicts, and resolutions. Takayama Shinzui, an embodiment of the Creator's essence, descends into the narrative as a quiet observer. His presence, regal and mysterious, transcends all entities within the narrative, including the powerful Outer Gods and the foundational forces of the Lowest Plane of Existence. In the midst of a modern-day Japan contained within the Plane of Zero, Shinzui navigates a world filled with ordinary human life, masking his extraordinary nature. He enrolls in a prestigious high school, all the while maintaining his role as a non-interventionist observer. As Shinzui immerses himself in the intricacies of human experience, the boundaries between observer and participant blur, and the true nature of the Creator's narratives begins to unfold. Shinzui's journey explores the tension between predetermination and free will, the power of non-intervention, and the profound mysteries that lie at the heart of creation itself. ---

For a certain LoL competition, a certain online streamer famous for pissing people off was currently explaining and broadcasting it at the same time. Streamer: This support, so tr*sh. Streamer: If that jungler was my teammate, I would already be idling at the fountain and playing piano for him by now. Streamer: I recommend that this player go back and properly practice how to last hit. Audience: What bullshit! If you’re any better, then you do it! Streamer: I, your dad, really can do it. Audience: Okokok. If you can do it then I’ll chop off my head so you can kick it. A few months later, the LPL’s veteran pro team TTC announced a new mid laner. A boy with flashy blue hair appeared in front of the audience and played Zed to utter perfection, killing everyone he saw, causing all the female fans to begin toeing the line of infidelity. During the MVP interview after the match, everyone held their breath and eagerly watched this newcomer. Only to see the boy accept the microphone, smile and ask, “That water friend with the StarTV user ID ‘Suburb King 101,’ my team’s address is on the official website, when will you be mailing your head over?” … After a certain regular season match finished, the staff member went backstage to urge the team members to go onstage and conduct their interviews, only to see TTC’s new mid laner and jungler standing in the corner. TTC’s number one ace · jungler daddy Road pressed their team’s new mid laner Soft against the wall. He lowered his eyes and asked slowly, “In the interview later, do you know what to do?” That quick-tempered mid laner, who had solidified his image as a troll in the audience’s eyes the very first time he went on stage, was currently blushing completely red. “I know. I won’t curse at anyone… I definitely won’t curse at anyone.”

Elio Stardret dies betrayed by those he had always been so kind to, only to find himself transmigrated into a body of a king who is going through the same kind of betrayal. To avoid meeting the same fate, he vows to only do what benefits him. To indulge in everything the selfish society of his previous life brainwashed him to stay away from. Luckily, now he has a system that can help him achieve this. *Ding  [Claim a Queen and Earn Rewards System activated!] [Infatuating any queen gives you power over her kingdom and ability to earn more Purchasing Power Points... simply, PPP.] [PPP are points with which you can buy anything you have seen. Everything, even from your previous life.] 'Wait! I can even buy a phone and troll the people who betrayed me? Damn! I'm gonna give these mofos some hell!'

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

Thyme, the first son of the Grand Duke, finds a letter from the capital's palace asking for his arrival to the capital. Thyme was raised by countryside women, as he was left to rot with his deceased mother by him in the past. However, he once again is chosen by the Duke to become his heir due to the ill health of the Duke, indicating death. He had other heirs to give away his position, but he doubted if they were suitable candidates.    But after knowing about the past, which was kept unrevealed to him, Thyme couldn't decide whether to go to the capital or stay with the loved ones. However, fate made the decision easy for him. An unexpected fire killed those who raised him all those years and left only one option. For him to go to the capital.   However, the Duke couldn't supervise his son for longer and died in just three years. Thus he was left alone in a place full of enemies. However as time passed, he slowly became a tough competitor and being the first son, he was most likely to get the position of the Duke. Thus, the other candidates for the Duke's position tried every method to get rid of him. One month before the day of selection,he was poisoned and his cold body was flown down in the river. However when they were celebrating the death of the enemy, a new ruler born to rule was taking shape.

Before humankind’s dawn, a world wild and untamed breathed under ancient rule… Titans bestrode the earth, towering and merciless, while dragons wove fierce storms through the skies, each creature carving their will upon the world. The first elves were yet trolls, unshaped and primal, waiting in the shadows of fate. But as time unfolded, the heavens shook with a clash that shattered mountains and scorched skies: titans against dragons, power against fury. Earth cracked and skies raged as the mighty beings tore at one another in a battle that left both forces crippled and broken. Then, in this breath of silence… he arrived. A mysterious time traveler, a wanderer from realms unknown, descended upon a tribe of eagle man. In him, they saw a vision beyond survival—a path to greatness. Under his wisdom, the eagles grew, shed feathers for wings of light, and evolved to become the tribe of angels. Eons passed. Now, Philisios Veldorim, the King of Angels and Lord of Judgment, reigns from the highest heavenly throne,