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The Fivefold Legend

"They called him a thief, a traitor, a legend. But Elias Veyne was just a boy who refused to kneel." In the sun-washed kingdom of Valenor, where the royal House of Solas rules with divine right and the power of Royal Edict—commands spoken in sunlight that cannot be disobeyed—Elias Veyne is born into the shadowed edges of the middle class. His father is a scribe, his mother a weaver, and his older brother Theron a loyal soldier-in-training. Elias is unremarkable in every way—until the day he fails his exams and realizes the truth: knowledge is power, and power is locked away from those not born beneath the sun’s blessing. When the royal Choosing Ceremony assigns him the humble Verdant Art (a Path meant for farmers and healers), Elias refuses his fate. He sneaks into the royal library and steals the first of many forbidden truths: Frost Logic, the icy discipline of the war-torn continent Veymar. His theft burns half the library down, branding him a criminal—and awakening a hunger for more. Driven by fury and the memory of his brother’s betrayal (for Theron, ever the loyalist, disowns him), Elias flees Valenor. His journey takes him across the five continents: Veymar, where he learns Frost Logic by standing in frozen rivers until his legs go numb. Kharaz, where he bargains with a merchant-lord for Coin’s Will, trading his blood for power—and debt. Sylvain, where rebels teach him the deadly side of Verdant Art, poisoning his own veins to grow weaponized thorns. The Unnamed Isle, where whispers tell him the final Path—Echo Walk, the power of the dead—awaits. But power comes at a cost. Each stolen discipline wastes his body: his hands frostbitten, his voice ruined from mimicking Royal Edict, his skin rotting from thorns. Worse, the Solas family hunts him, twisting his legend into that of a madman. When Elias returns to Valenor, it’s not as a hero, but as a living rebellion. He proves that Royal Edict can be wielded by anyone—shattering the divine right of kings. The people rise, the palace burns, and in the chaos, Elias confronts Theron, now a captain in the Solas army. Their final stand is not between brothers, but between faith and freedom. Theron, bound by duty, fires the execution shot—but misses on purpose. Elias, his body failing, dies mid-speech, his last words unfinished. Legends say he walks the Unnamed Isle still, a shadow with five scars—one for each continent, and one for the brother who loved him too late.
LumaneCasimir · 1.3K Views

Underneath the Suit : The Fractured Vow

Underneath the Suit: The Fractured Vow “Where memory fractures... the vow still stands.” -->The name was erased. The vow wasn’t. Beneath the suit, something awakens. Beneath the badge, something refuses. In a fractured future where cities run on corporate lies and gods sleep beneath synthetic moons, two lives spiral toward each other—bound by blood, buried power, and a war the world tried to forget. Ryuu Takeda, a technician in Sector 9, lives quietly—trying to shrink beneath his rage. By night, he fights in circuits like PIT, chasing rumors of his missing brother. His past is erased. His brothers are gone. Only a bloodstained watch keeps him tethered. The system marks him as dangerous. The streets whisper a name he never chose. And something inside him wants to burn through the silence. Audrina Cromwell, an elite Eclipse enforcer, lives by protocol—until she breaks ranks to save a child. Her locket opens for the first time in years. It bleeds shadow, hums with memories not her own, and calls her by a title she doesn’t understand. Now she’s hunted for something even she can’t explain. Cults chant forbidden names. Knight relics tremble in the dark. And power stirs in those, the world forgot how to control. As divine monsters, broken myths, and AI ghosts converge on a buried truth, Ryuu and Audrina must decide if the fire inside them is inherited, stolen...or something new. Because something ancient is bleeding through the cracks. And someone—maybe both—is carrying a vow the world tried to erase. A vow was broken once. The gods bled because of it. Two lost souls who were never meant to meet. One shattered prophecy. And a war no one remembers—until it remembers them. They weren’t born to save the world. They were built to survive what comes after. Not chosen ones—just broken ones fate failed to erase. —— Power System: AURA Aura doesn’t awaken from destiny—it breaks loose when the soul stops kneeling. It is defiance made visible. The scream of will, shaped into motion. When belief becomes will—and will becomes a weapon. The stronger the soul, the brighter the burn. But some flames consume. Aura awakens when the spirit breaks its chains. But some chains bind gods. And some gods remember. Suit up. Break. Burn. Become. —— Core Elements: Cyberpunk meets Divine Horror Dual Protagonist Psychological Spiral: underground fighter & haunted officer No Systems. No Prompts. No Mercy Aura vs. Borrowed Power: soul-forged will vs. divine residue Urban Mythpunk: dreamfolds, Knight relics, shadow-driven warfare Slow-burn convergence, fractured identities, sacred violence Secrets that whisper before they scream —— Author’s Note: Lo, brave reader—thou who wander’st where shadows writhe and oaths lie broken, This be mine first tale upon the scrolls of Webnovel. If thou seek worlds cracked with myth and power born not of birth, but of defiance— And souls who, though torn, dare rise again—then come. Walk with me through ruin and remembrance. Each act shall grow in terror and truth. What beginneth in silence shall end in flame. Speak thy thoughts. Scribe thy theories. Share thy witness. The crack hath opened. We fall not alone. — ChaosKNIGHT (C.K) Ashvale (“Oh, it feels cringe?” Aye—’tis why we keep a simpler tongue…) This is my first Webnovel. A slow-burn, emotional story built on identity, myth, and transformation. If you enjoy fractured worlds, mythic systems, and broken people who rise again—I hope you stay. Each act deepens. The fracture widens. And the fire only grows. Feedback, comments, and wild theories are always welcome. Let’s see how deep the cracks go. Thanks for reading. The fracture begins now. - I sometimes add Images in comment section(From me or From internet) ——
The_ChaosKNIGHT · 14K Views

Love in between chaos

When the past haunts the heart, can love still find its way? “You can’t love two brothers, Emily.” Her hands trembled against the vanity,with her reflection blurring in the mirror. But I do. Emily Jackson never wanted impossible choices. She was an artist, Painting words into pictures and pictures into words, a dreamer,until chaos shattered her world. Her father, once a brilliant scribe, was deceived out of his fortune, his legacy stolen. Now, he sits in a psychiatric hospital, staring blankly at the walls, unable to remember his own daughter. To bring justice, Emily dives into cybersecurity, hunting for the truth. But justice has a price, a price paid in vows. She never meant to marry Clerk Adrian, he billionaire heir in a wheelchair, a man who hides his love behind restraint. But in his quiet devotion, in the way he stands by her despite his mother’s wrath, she sees something real. Something she never expected. Then there’s Clinton Jamesbound—Adrian’s stepbrother. The man who saw her first, the one who recognized her fire, pushed her toward her dreams, and made her believe she was never meant to be ordinary. And now, a truth that changes everything. Emily’s mother was said to be dead,but is she truly dead? Clinton knows better. Her heart aches under the weight of love and betrayal. One choice could bring justice. Another could break the man who risked everything for her. And the last? It could bind her to a love she never thought possible. "Clerk makes me feel safe. He makes me believe in love again. But Clinton… Clinton is the reason I’m standing here. If not for him, would I even be me?" Now, with the past clawing at her heels and love fighting to survive, Emily must decide. Will she reclaim her father’s legacy, or lose herself in this chaos? Love. Betrayal. Redemption. Some choices change everything—which one will she make?
Lydia_Joseph_3606 · 3.1K Views

The Anunnaki: Revelation – They Were Never Gods

In the 11th century, during the flourishing days of the Islamic Golden Age, Sheikh Al-Murad ibn Khalid—a brilliant philosopher, astronomer, and manuscript scribe—uncovers a mysterious tablet inscribed with meticulously arranged symbols that mirror the geometry of the heavens. Driven by a mix of scholarly rigor and profound curiosity, he embarks on an intellectual odyssey, correlating the tablet’s enigmatic patterns with the ancient astronomical records of Babylon, the intricate glyphs of the Maya, and the sacred designs of the Aztecs. As his investigation deepens, Sheikh Al-Murad not only deciphers celestial codes but also explores how these cosmic harmonies resonate within the human body itself—unearthing experiments that challenge the very essence of life. His groundbreaking findings lead him to a startling hypothesis: humanity might not be the end product of divine spontaneity, but rather the manifestation of an ancient, deliberate design orchestrated by enigmatic entities known as the Anunnaki. Torn between faith, science, and metaphysical revelation, Al-Murad’s journey blurs the lines between observer and participant. His final treatise leaves us with a captivating question: do the Anunnaki truly walk among us, or are they an eternal possibility—a cryptic echo in the language of the stars and the rhythm of life? This epic tale promises to challenge your perceptions of creation and destiny, inviting you to wonder if our origin is written not solely in the scriptures of man, but in the silent, timeless memory of the cosmos. #Anunnaki #AncientAliens #HiddenHistory #SecretGods #ForbiddenTruth
AZYaurora · 3.9K Views

Jabir Bin Hayyan

Born in 721 CE to an Arab apothecary executed for aiding the Abbasid rebellion, young Jabir ibn Hayyan inherits his father’s revolutionary spirit and scientific curiosity. After fleeing Umayyad soldiers with his mother, he finds refuge in Yemen under astronomer-alchemist Harbi al-Himyari. There, Jabir masters celestial navigation and Greek philosophy, but his defining moment comes when he distills seawater into purity using a clay alembic – awakening his lifelong obsession with transformation. Witnessing mercury-poisoned miners, however, forces a moral reckoning: "Knowledge must serve life, not death." At nineteen, bearing encrypted formulas from his father, Jabir seeks Imam Ja’far al-Sadiq in Medina. Surviving the Imam’s philosophical trials, he becomes his star pupil. Under Ja’far’s guidance, Jabir synthesizes nitric acid ("water that bites stone") and learns to frame experimentation as spiritual devotion. He meets Fatima, a fierce scholar challenging gender barriers, who becomes his intellectual partner. When political pressure mounts, they establish a secret laboratory in Jabir’s ruined childhood home in Kufa. Here, Jabir pioneers systematic chemistry – distilling rose attar, documenting reactions, and encrypting truths in symbolic texts. "Truth corrodes unprepared minds," he warns as orthodox scholars brand him a heretic. His innovations attract the powerful Barmakid family. Summoned to Baghdad’s glittering court in 775 CE, Vizier Ja’far al-Barmaki demands gold transmutation. Jabir stuns nobles by producing ammonium chloride from hair but refuses military applications. "Knowledge must feed the hungry, not kill them," he declares, instead developing steel plows and canal sealants that save thousands from floods. Patronage proves perilous: spies steal his waterproofing formula, and Fatima must run a hidden women’s lab. When the Barmakids fall in 803 CE, soldiers torch Jabir’s workshop. He escapes with core manuscripts, including his evolving *Kitab al-Sab’een* (*Book of Seventy*), framing chemistry as cosmic balance: "As mercury unites metals, knowledge unites soul and cosmos." Exiled and arthritic in Raqqa, Jabir works in a dye shop cellar, refining hydrochloric acid while evading spies. He mentors young apprentice Abu Musa, stressing ethics over ambition: "Record every failure – they light the path." Testing arsenic antidotes on himself, he nearly dies but proves their efficacy. As Abbasid enforcers close in, he buries manuscripts in Qum desert jars. Now aging and grieving Fatima’s slow poisoning from mercury exposure, he returns to Kufa. In a final laboratory beneath an indigo shop, he completes his life’s work – quantifying elemental interactions via the *mizan* (balance) system. Surrounded by a mob demanding gold, he whispers his last truth to Abu Musa: "The true elixir is knowledge multiplied through time." Jabir dies in 815 CE, but his legacy ignites a chain reaction. His students smuggle 500+ treatises to Baghdad’s House of Wisdom. By the 12th century, Latin scribes in Toledo translate his works as "Geber," inspiring medieval alchemists. Roger Bacon studies his *Summa Perfectionis*; Newton annotates his texts. Modern spectroscopy confirms his elemental theories, sustainable chemists revive his techniques, and AI reconstructs his charred manuscripts. From the mercury-stained laboratories of 8th-century Kufa to the quantum equations of today, Jabir’s encrypted wisdom endures: the noblest transmutation is not lead into gold, but curiosity into enduring light.
Emad_Sadiq · 1.6K Views

The Lantern of Eternal Regret

In the mist-shrouded Valley of Ten Thousand Blossoms, sixteen-year-old Mei-Ling, the last of the disgraced Wu family, stumbles upon a glowing lantern that hasn’t appeared in a century. This is no ordinary light—it is the Lantern of Eternal Regret, a celestial relic tied to her bloodline and the long-lost Celestial Loom, a divine artifact that weaves the fates of mortals and gods. When a mysterious figure, the Masked Scribe, reveals that Mei-Ling’s mother stole a thread from the Loom before her death, Mei-Ling is thrust into a dangerous quest to uncover her family’s buried secrets and reclaim their honor—or risk unraveling the fabric of destiny itself.As the Night of Shattered Veils approaches, when the boundary between worlds thins, Mei-Ling must navigate a world of restless spirits, celestial enforcers, and rival clans who seek the Loom’s power for their own ends. Armed only with her mother’s jade pendant, a bamboo flute that hums with forgotten magic, and a stubborn refusal to bow to fate, Mei-Ling ventures beyond her village into a realm where gods bargain with mortals and every choice pulls a thread that could reshape the heavens. Haunted by visions of her mother and pursued by an ancient debt, she must decide whether to mend the Loom’s broken strands or sever them forever, knowing either choice could cost her everything.Blending the poetic beauty of ancient China with mythological intrigue, "The Lantern of Eternal Regret" is a coming-of-age tale of courage, legacy, and the delicate balance between free will and destiny, set against a backdrop of celestial politics, forbidden magic, and the enduring power of family.
Arrowra_Raj · 8.3K Views

The Scribe's Last Story: Legacy

Decided to just make a completely separate remastered version of the novel. The 'remastered' will be titled The Scribe's Last Story (hopefully it's allowed????) The rewrite is available. It was Satoya Kamiyama’s 17th birthday, and he was happily celebrating with his close friends during what seemed like a peaceful vacation. But everything changed in an instant when the city they were in was destroyed in the blink of an eye. As Satoya watched the destruction unfold—his friends filled with fear—he felt an unexplainable drive. This wasn’t just a normal disaster; it was a supernatural catastrophe, with strange beasts rampaging through everything. But amidst the chaos, something stirred within Satoya. Humanity had survived countless disasters before, but could this be the one where survival alone wasn’t enough? In that moment, it clicked: his instincts led him toward an impossible goal—was it possible for there to be a solace where everyone could simply thrive? It wasn't as easy as he thought, with even bigger historical threats reoccurring in modern times. Can Satoya and his close friends defeat them all or does he need the help of allies? “I’m confident enough to know Satoya’s journey will prevail, but in truth, what can I say?” - The scribe of the ancient crucibles This novel features short chapters (occasional longer ones). The beginning of the novel (first 50~ chapters) is rough, but I will in fact fix the pacing and details once I’m done with the novel. Thank you for your understanding, and I hope you enjoy this novel. This is the updated synopsis, the original synopsis was severely outdated and no longer reflected the story’s direction. I’d like to deeply apologize for any confusion. Note - some later chapters would get quite gruesome.
Amazing_Duck · 63.7K Views

ashes in the river wind

Synopsis – Ashes in the Riverwind Genre: Slow Fantasy / Character-Driven Mystery / Soft Magic In the mist-laden valley of Thornepass, life drips by like water through moss: slow, steady, and tangled in silence. The village of Edenrock is old—not grand, not poor, just old. Its people live close to the soil and closer still to each other’s secrets. They hold festivals for the changing fruit. They write poems in the bark of birch trees. And though the world outside has shifted—grown louder, hungrier, more mechanical—Edenrock remains untouched, or so its residents would like to believe. Then comes Nerin, a pale stranger with scholar’s hands and a satchel of half-scorched journals. He claims to be a traveling apprentice-scribe, assigned to copy the local stories and dialects. But his silences stretch a little too long, his gaze lingers a little too much on the half-buried stone obelisks, and his dreams seem too vivid for a man who sleeps so little. Still, no one pays him much mind. The Festival of Stonefruit is approaching, and there are tents to mend, bread to bake, and gossip to spread. The real story does not begin with Nerin. It begins with a toothless dog that keeps digging in the orchard. It begins with a little girl who draws dreams she should not remember. It begins with water that tastes faintly of ash, and a wind that carries words no one speaks anymore. Ashes in the Riverwind is not about saving the world. It is about noticing the slow rot in the walls before they fall. It is about people whose lives are so quiet, they barely hear themselves unraveling. Magic, if it exists, does not announce itself. It hums beneath the floorboards. Some things in Edenrock were never buried deep enough.
Lucid_Poseidon · 8.5K Views
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