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The Last Guardian of the Real

Lior, a 17-year-old cartographer, is known as "The Eye of the Real," a gift and a curse that allows him to perceive fissures in the fabric of existence. Abandoned at the age of seven by his own family—the "Protectors of Light"—in the Whispering Wastelands, Mael (his birth name, now almost forgotten) was stigmatized by a strange spiral mark on his palm, the manifestation of his connection to the Void. His abandonment was a forced sacrifice due to a forbidden experiment by the Arcons—mage-engineers who control the weave of reality—that fractured the veil between planes. Lior, marked to "seal" these fractures, became trapped on the edges of existence, disconnected from the normal flow of mortals. Armed with the Memory Quill, a stylograph whose inkwell contains ether ink, Lior navigates the fractured realms. With each stroke, the quill allows him to draw reality paths to teleport through cracks and to make his drawings gain temporary consistency. However, each use comes with a devastating price: Lior "forgets" fragments of his own life—memories of his family and his dreams—a sacrifice that pains him more than nothingness itself. His internal conflict centers on this painful paradox: he must sacrifice his past to save reality, but fears losing himself in the process. His mission is clear and desperate: the nothingness, a primordial force that feeds on dissolution, is consuming the realms at an alarming rate. To stop this collapse, Lior must infiltrate the Wandering Tower, a flying fortress of the Arcons that peregrinates over the fractured realms. His objective is to steal the Heart of the Real, a living crystal that anchors and sustains all existence. In his journey, Lior faces the Ethereal Guardians, manifestations of the Void that pursue those who dare to defy nothingness. His ability as "The Eye of the Real" allows him to evade them and manipulate his own perception to survive. As he progresses, Lior discovers that the one responsible for the initial fracture is the Archicar, a renegade mage-engineer who now seeks to extract the Heart of the Real to rewrite reality in his image, creating a new order under his control. The infiltration of the Wandering Tower is a test of ingenuity and sacrifice. Lior must navigate the Arcons' arcane defenses, confront their creations, and finally, confront the Archicar. During this confrontation, Lior is forced to use the Memory Quill in increasingly extreme ways, losing crucial memories and battling the Song of the Void, the constant hum of nothingness that threatens to consume his mind. In the climax, Lior must make a heartbreaking decision: will he sacrifice his last cherished memory to gain the power needed to stop the Archicar and restore the Heart of the Real? The battle is not only for the existence of the realms but for Lior's own identity. In the end, he manages to stop the Archicar and stabilize the Heart of the Real, but the price is immense. Reality begins to heal, the cracks slowly close, and the fractured realms find a new balance. Lior, now a true "guardian of the real," has saved existence, but his mind is a blurred canvas of lost memories. However, the scar on his palm, his connection to the Void, is no longer a stigma of abandonment, but a symbol of his sacrifice and purpose. He has found new meaning in his existence in protecting the realms, accepting that, although abandoned by his past, he has forged a future for all. His journey as the last guardian continues, navigating the edges of reality, always vigilant against the threat of the Void.
silversblaze · 1.3K Views

AHMAYA- A REAL ILLUSION

Ahmaya’s life had always been surrounded by questions and oddities. A mysterious tree in her grandma’s home, strange occurrences, and an unsettling distance between her and her family had created a sense of isolation. Her mother’s sudden disappearance left a void that no one spoke about, and the more Ahmaya tried to fit in, the more she felt out of place. But everything changes when she starts to awaken to the truth about herself. As she begins to understand her divinely bestowed powers, Ahmaya realizes that her life, and the lives of those around her, were never what they seemed. Her family, once thought to be ordinary, reveals layers of secrecy and divine connections that Ahmaya hadn’t even imagined. The tree at her grandma’s home, once just an oddity, becomes a portal—leading her to uncover the hidden world of divine protectors and sacred duty. But the true twist comes when Ahmaya is suddenly transported back in time, to 1935. There, she encounters key figures from the past—people who she recognizes from her present life in 2024. These connections run deeper than she could ever have imagined. As she uncovers the truth about her past and the role she plays in the eternal cycle of life, love, and protection, Ahmaya’s heart and spirit awaken to the divine purpose that was always waiting for her. In this tangled web of time, Ahmaya must navigate both her earthly and mystical realms, discovering her true identity, embracing her divine mission, and forming bonds with the very people who shaped her destiny in both the past and present. With newfound strength and understanding, Ahmaya steps into the role she was always meant to play—the guardian of a sacred truth that spans across generations. ………………… A/N:Cover art is an original piece created by the author. Thank you, your support makes this journey possible.
Omeesha_C_Chauhan · 19.8K Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 594.7K Views

Grind-to-Cash System: Buy SSS Skills to Spam them Infinitely with Cash

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.
Idiocrat · 119.1K Views
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