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Om Mantra Meditation

Kronik Abisal

Di bagian utara dunia, pertempuran panjang antara berbagai ras dan ras setan akhirnya mencapai akhirnya. Tuhan Iblis, sosok dengan rambut hitam, mata merah, berkuasa dari istananya yang terbuat dari obsidian, setelah berulang kali mengalahkan Dewi, makhluk terkuat di dunia. Namun, dia menahan diri untuk tidak membunuhnya, mengetahui bahwa Dewi hanya akan bereinkarnasi untuk memimpin serangan lain. Saat dewi berlutut di hadapannya, terluka parah dan tak berdaya, suara ledakan bergema di luar, menandakan kemenangan Aliansi yang sudah dekat. Meski memiliki kekuatan yang luar biasa, Tuhan Iblis mengakui kelemahan ras setan secara keseluruhan dibandingkan dengan manusia dan Aliansi. Pengembangan energi pertarungan dan mana telah memungkinkan manusia biasa untuk melawan setan, yang mengakibatkan kekalahan tentara setan. Sadar akan niat Aliansi untuk memperbudak setan Abyssal, Tuhan Iblis memutuskan untuk melemparkan mantra terlarang yang akan menghabiskan nyawanya. Saat pasukan Aliansi menyerbu istana, mereka ragu-ragu ketika merasakan energi mantra. Tuhan Iblis bersumpah untuk melawan dan bereinkarnasi untuk menyelamatkan kaumnya. Sementara itu, Dewi merenungkan perlakuan Tuhan Iblis terhadap dirinya di masa lalu dan mengakui rasa hormat dan dedikasinya kepada kaumnya. Saat Tuhan Iblis bersiap untuk melemparkan mantra tersebut, Dewi bertanya apakah dia bisa meninggalkan rencananya dan hidup bebas. Namun, Tuhan Iblis terikat tugas untuk mengembalikan kemuliaan ras setan dan melindungi kaumnya. Memahami ketetapan hati Tuhan Iblis, Dewi menyiapkan pedangnya, dengan niat untuk bertabrakan dengan mantra terlarang Tuhan Iblis. Ledakan yang dihasilkan menciptakan awan jamur, menandai akhir dari konflik dan awal dari era baru. Tuhan Iblis dan Dewi menjadi tokoh sejarah, kisah mereka kadang-kadang diceritakan.
Hail_The_loli · 12K Views

Lemons of Fate

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?
EgonVera · 1.4K Views

Wanderer's Tale

The Expanse, a being as old as time itself, roamed the vast universe. It's gaze pierced through the vast universe it has roamed ever since its birth. It continued it's journey until it noticed something that caught its attention. It's gaze now landed upon a specific world, one that was of larger size than those around it. . . . The kind looking boy was seen staring reverently at one of his family's old portraits that hung upon their walls. His eyes shined with luster. An oath was sworn that day, never to be broken. Ad Aeternae Virtutis. To Eternal Valor. The girl looked at the broken sword in her hand. She shook her head and closed her eyes, meditating. The sound of swords clashing reverberated across the fields soon after. The aspiring tinkerer winced as his invention got destroyed before his eyes. All that time spent toiling away, yet it was for naught. But he must prove them all wrong, he'll show them all what he can do, so that they won't dare to look at him with those eyes ever again. The pompous elf princess watched in awe as the moon shined and brought light to the quiet palace, the young servant stood close beside her, smiling. The unspoken promise was made, with the night sky as its witness. The boy with rat ears wook up in the woods. Realizing he had been abandoned, he cried. A voice called out to him for aid. The young ratkin wandered in search of the voice, seeking company. The demon watched on in despair at the massacre before him. He wondered if his kind would ever be free from this neverending cycle. Will the blood they shed ever wash away their past sins? The bored spirit can be found drifting along in the Forest of Tears. The spirit wandered in search of something interesting. It must first seek out a way to satiate its hunger before it may find its eternal rest. An angel can be seen washed ashore in a faraway island, unconscious. But what caught the being's eyes more was... . . . An unnamed boy could be seen roaming the streets of one of the many cities of Zwelbanneir. He would be the start of this grand journey, and the link between the stories that will unfold. He knows not much of the world around him, but soon he will be forced to understand and learn. He shall be the fated Lodestar. He is the one and only wielder of the 'Fool' Card, that which marks a new beginning not only for him, but for the world as well.
CertifiedBaboon · 2.4K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1M Views

Sword Shatters the Firmament

In a valley brimming with spiritual energy, a young man named Lin Xuan was meditating in solitude. He had joined the Qingyun Sect at a young age. Though his talent was average, his perseverance never wavered. Every morning, he practiced Qi cultivation; every evening, he honed his swordsmanship—day after day, year after year. On this particular morning, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged atop a mountain peak when he suddenly sensed the spiritual energy within him stirring restlessly. Closing his eyes, he regulated his breath and focused his mind, only to discover a wisp of unusual energy in his dantian. This energy was unlike anything he had absorbed before, seemingly imbued with the boundless mysteries of heaven and earth. Overjoyed, Lin Xuan realized that the moment of his breakthrough had finally arrived. He immediately calmed his mind and circulated his cultivation technique, guiding the mysterious energy through his meridians. As it coursed through his body, he felt an immense surge of power. His cultivation level steadily ascended, and he entered an unprecedented mystical state, as if he had become one with the heavens and the earth. Suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed across the sky, and the spiritual energy in the air surged violently. Lin Xuan opened his eyes to witness a brilliant sword light streaking toward him from the horizon. His heart trembled—it was none other than the Qingyun Sect’s supreme treasure, the Zixiao Sword! The dazzling sword light hovered momentarily in the air before descending into his hands. The sword trembled gently, as if responding to his presence. Lin Xuan knew that this was the moment of the Qingyun Sect’s inheritance—and the true beginning of his journey on the path of immortality.
Daoistvx6YLh · 4.1K Views

Trials of Destiny: Way of The Sword

Jin, a user of ki and trained by his master, Roshio until a war broke out and his master died due to sacrificing himself to save Jin. Jin who was in tears vowed to get revenge of the bastards who had started this and killed his master, and his clan members. Being the only survivor of the Bone Structure Palace, The master had handed Jin a weapon to form a contract with. Offically being the master of an broken palace that no longer exists. What will he do to get his revenge? What is he willing to sacrifice for it. ------------ 1. I would like to firstly say that this is my first time writing, so don't expect everything to be perfect for a while. 2. This story is a slow/fast-paced reading. It'll have a mix of both. Some chapters will feel slower because it is, and others will feel faster because it is. 3. It does have romance in it and I wasn't sure to add cultivation because it's more like meditation and like ki gathering and things. However, after going through my thoughts, it was basically the same thing, so I just did it. 4. It's a little all over the place for I'd say the first 6–8 chapters maybe more? But It'll will slowly come together, hopefully… 5. If you do enjoy this, make sure to give it a review and ask other people to read! 6. If there are any questions at all, ask in the comments, and I'll be answering questions every 10 chapters. 7. So update to the list above ^ Romance has been removed due to it taking the first slot and having it show up primarily (I think primarily) as romance and not showing the others before you click on the actual book. It'll still have romance, so don't worry. Nothing will change 8. I would also like to clarify that this is an original work by me, and the clothes i decided to use for the characters, "hanfu" mainly, I do not mean any disrespect to anyone by using it as a novel that is made within america if anyone thought anything like that. I'm simply doing it because i like the design and i think they look extremely cool and also beautiful to me. So again i don't mean any disrespect if im wording any of it wrong. I just really like them.
NexMotions · 16.1K Views

Supreme corruption: I corrupt every good woman into villainess

As mentioned in the name theme of the story, the central figure, driven by a twisted desire for dominance, methodically corrupts impressionable young women, weaving a web of control that extends far beyond mere physical enslavement. These women, once vibrant and free, are reduced to mere pawns in his elaborate game of conquest, their autonomy stripped away as they become instruments of his malevolent will. What truly sets this tale apart is the enigmatic presence of the antagonist, the very creator of the story itself. Trapped within the confines of his own narrative by an ancient curse, he grapples with the consequences of his own hubris. As he orchestrates the downfall of his characters, he simultaneously navigates the murky depths of his own psyche, confronting the darkness that lurks within. The boundaries between fiction and reality blur, casting doubt upon the nature of existence itself. As the story unfolds, parallels emerge between the protagonist's struggle against the villain and the author's own internal conflict. Each move on the narrative chessboard reflects a deeper existential battle, as the characters' fates intertwine with the author's own quest for redemption. Ultimately, the story becomes a haunting meditation on the nature of creation, agency, and the profound impact of our choices, both within the confines of fiction and in the vast expanse of reality. In conclusion, an author writes a cursed story. The curse is so strong it consumes the author and he's getting trapped inside his own story. But he gets a chance to decide his character. The author chooses to be the villain who can never be defeated. He becomes the main character of the story as the villain, he corrupts good women into evil and makes them fight the hero and the heroines.
minatoflash · 145.4K Views

My Friend's Father

Rencananya, Selin dan sahabatnya Maxi malam itu mau menginap di rumahnya Lucian, bersama Aria (pacarnya Lucian) dan juga Dylan (sahabatnya Lucian) untuk mengerjakan tugas kelompok dari kampus. Mereka sudah kenal Lucian dari semester pertama, tetapi memang tak pernah main ke rumahnya. Hanya saja, mereka tahu bahwa ibunya Lucian sudah lama meninggal dan ia diurus oleh ayahnya seorang. Mereka juga sudah pernah melihat foto ayahnya Lucian, tetapi hanya sebatas selfie. Itu pun foto berdua dengan Lucian. Nah, hari itu mereka sepakat untuk mengerjakan tugas kelompok di rumah Lucian karena infonya, ayahnya Lucian akan kembali besok malam karena masih berada dalam perjalanan bisnis ke luar negeri. Jadi, ketika Selin menumpang mandi di dalam salah satu kamar mandi tamu rumahnya Lucian, Selin benar-benar tak berekspektasi bahwa dia akan melihat wujud ayahnya Lucian yang ternyata bertubuh tinggi dan kekar itu tengah berdiri di depannya, hanya memakai boxer dan membawa handuk, sedikit terkejut karena melihat Selin keluar dari kamar mandi tamunya. Orang yang seharusnya kembali besok malam, mengapa bisa ada di sini?! Lagi pula, buat apa mandi di kamar mandi tamu?! Tapi....sialan. Selin baru sadar bahwa dirinya saat ini hanya memakai handuk! "Astaga! Astaga ya Tuhan, maaf, Om!" teriak Selin sembari berlari terbirit-birit ke luar kamar. Sial, ini luar biasa memalukan! Saat Selin sudah mulai tenang, Selin berjalan di koridor seraya membatin. Bukannya Selin mau berpikiran mesum, tetapi astaga, itu betulan ayahnya Lucian? Ya Tuhan, seksi sekali. Pria dewasa yang matang. Gagah...dan...punyanya juga terlihat besar di boxer itu- -eh, sebentar. Baju ganti Selin ketinggalan di kamar tamu tadi!
jihanvelia · 1K Views
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