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The Black Sun Syndicate

The Last Betrayal Elias was nothing more than a desperate man looking for a way out of poverty. When a reckless decision to rob a casino owned by the infamous Black Sun Syndicate goes horribly wrong, he is thrust into a world of crime, violence, and power beyond his imagination. Given a brutal ultimatum by the mafia’s ruthless leader, Dominic Graves, Elias is forced to become a pawn in their deadly game—or die. As Elias descends deeper into the underworld, his once-innocent soul becomes stained with blood. What begins as a struggle for survival soon ignites an insatiable hunger for power. Robbery turns to murder. Betrayal becomes second nature. With every crime, Elias sheds the weak man he once was, rising through the ranks of the criminal empire. But ambition is a double-edged sword, and in the world of the mafia, loyalty is a myth. When his growing greed drives him to challenge even the untouchable Dominic Graves, Elias sparks a war—one that pits him against rival syndicates, corrupt officials, and the very government that seeks to eradicate him. But in a world built on deception and brutality, is there ever a true victor? As his enemies close in and his past sins return to haunt him, Elias must confront the ultimate question: Will he die as a king or fall as another forgotten pawn in the empire of shadows? A dark, thrilling journey into the depths of crime, Empire of Shadows explores the cost of power, the corruption of the soul, and the inevitable downfall of those who dare to claim the throne of the underworld.
Hassan_shafie · 4.5K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 702.9K Views

The Nameless Sun

In a world where the Crusaders’ hubris unleashed hell upon the earth, humanity survives under a demonic shell that blocks out the sun. In this bleak world, names are power: demons are bound by their true names, and humans with powers are granted names as a mark of their worth. But the nameless—those without powers—are treated as less than animals, toiling in silence and despair. The story follows the Nameless One, a laborer who has spent his life in the shadows, dreaming of a sun he has never seen. His existence is one of relentless toil. He is not called by a name, only by the tasks he performs: “Laborer,” “Carrier,” “Mute.” His settlement, a crumbling fortress of mud and stone, is one of many where the nameless are worked to death under the watchful eyes of the named overseers. The only light in the Nameless One’s life comes from the Builder, the oldest unnamed in the settlement. The builder told them about the sun—a blazing orb of light that once warmed the earth and lit the sky. The Builder claims these stories were passed down from his predecessors, who heard them from theirs, stretching back to the time before the shell. To the nameless, these stories are a fragile hope, a reminder that the world was not always dark. One night, the settlement is razed by a demon horde. This Nameless One escapes, not out of bravery or skill, but because he is invisible—both to the demons, who see him as beneath notice, and to the named, who abandon him to die.
MYSTIC12 · 347 Views

Titan's Path

Welcome, reader, to the world of Xian Li! In a world obsessed with innate talent and effortless cultivation, Xian Li stands as a refreshing exception. He's not your typical chosen one, destined for greatness from birth. No, Xian Li is the underdog, the "talentless" youth who discovers a hidden path to power – the ancient and forgotten art of Titan Cultivation. His journey is not one of effortless ascension; it’s a grueling path paved with intense training, hilarious mishaps, and unexpected triumphs. Think of it as a fantastical, action-packed underdog story with a dash of romance and a whole lot of humor. He's not just a cultivator; he's a master of self-deprecation, always ready with a witty quip or a humorous internal monologue, making him incredibly relatable, even as he battles powerful enemies and navigates complex sect politics. You'll root for him as he rises from obscurity, facing challenges that would break lesser individuals. This isn't just a story about cultivation; it's a journey of self-discovery, resilience, and finding strength where you least expect it. Get ready to meet Mei, the cold but noble cultivator, and Lin, the kind and supportive friend, two contrasting female characters who add depth and complexity to Xian Li's journey. You'll witness his blossoming relationships, the trials he overcomes, the friendships he forges, and the enemies he conquers. We'll delve into a world brimming with ancient secrets, treacherous quests, and a thrilling war against demonic cultivators. Throughout it all, Xian Li's spirit remains unbroken, fueled by his determination and the unwavering support of those around him. So grab your popcorn, buckle up, and prepare for an epic adventure filled with laughter, action, and a whole lot of heart. The world of Xian Li awaits!
Daoist_In_Debt · 1.4K Views
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