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Arrow Peak Shrine

Ashes of the Immortals: Mahabharata

The wheel of time turns, its spokes woven with the fates of gods and men. Kings rise and fall, warriors clash like storms upon the earth, and the echoes of their battle shall shake the heavens themselves. They call it war, yet war is but a mirror, reflecting the greed of men, the burden of dharma, and the fire of destiny. The righteous and the wicked march alike, bound by chains they do not see, wielding weapons forged not only of steel, but of belief, of duty, of love and hatred alike. Blades shall sing, chariots shall roar, and arrows shall rain like fire from the sky. In Kurukshetra, the gods shall descend, the earth shall tremble, and all shall be tested, brother against brother, master against disciple, dharma against desire. What is victory, O warrior? What is defeat? The river does not halt for a fallen leaf, nor does the sun mourn the night. The battle has already begun, and time shall not wait for those who hesitate. So choose! Will you stand with righteousness, even as the world turns against you? Will you wield your sword not for glory, but for truth? Will you step forward, knowing that even fate itself trembles before the will of the one who refuses to bow? The end has come. The beginning is near. And when the last arrow is loosed, when the last chariot falls, when the dust of war settles upon the ages, one truth shall remain: The names of the fallen may fade, the stories of kings may be forgotten, but he who stands unshaken in the storm, his name shall echo through eternity.
Daneyt · 287 Views

The Grim Loop of Destiny

[WSA Entry 2025] First two chapters gonna be info dump to make readers understand the power system and the whole world. [Disclaimer:] This is not a story for the faint-hearted. It delves into the darkest depths of humanity, where morality is shattered, and power reigns supreme. Most readers won’t have the courage to face this unrelenting descent into shadows. If you seek light, hope, and happiness, turn away now. But maybe  just maybe  you’re different. Strong enough to confront the abyss and see what lies beyond. If so, prove it. [Synopsis:] Veythor is a man cursed by fate, his existence a relentless cycle of suffering. Across three lives, he has endured nothing but torment and betrayal. On Earth, he was broken by those he trusted  betrayed by family, ruined by love, and left to die in despair. In his second life, his fate was even crueler, his body and soul crushed by monsters in human form. But Thalvoria his third life is the most merciless of all. A vast and unforgiving world, Thalvoria is ruled by beings of unimaginable power. Here, mages sunder mountains with a thought, empires rise and fall in rivers of blood, and forgotten gods slumber beneath the earth. Mythical beasts stalk cursed forests, and the very land hungers for suffering. In Thalvoria, even the heavens cast shadows  and every choice is a gamble with damnation. Yet Veythor refuses to break. Haunted by memories of his past lives, he sharpens his pain into a weapon. Every betrayal fuels his resolve, every scar strengthens his will. As the balance of power shifts and the Weave of Magic tightens its grip on the world, Veythor sets his sights on a singular goal: to seize control of his cursed destiny, no matter the cost his only goal is to destroy the whole world with himself. But in a land where salvation and damnation are two sides of the same coin, what will remain of the man who refuses to die? When the world itself thirsts for blood, Veythor will rise  or drag all of Thalvoria into the abyss with him.
Peak_Madness · 2.8K Views

NOVEL’S EXTRA: I Will Die at the Peak

The youngest and most feared admiral in world history—Ravien Duskbane. Renowned for his brilliance as much as his ruthlessness. To him, nothing matters except power, control, and victory. But one night, he falls asleep and never wakes up. At least, not in his own world. --- When I opened my eyes, I was in an unfamiliar room. The first thing I felt was discomfort. Luxurious silk sheets. Gold-embroidered mirrors. Heavy velvet curtains. But that wasn’t what truly unsettled me. There was a large mirror in the corner of the room. And the person staring back at me… wasn’t me. Long, blood-red hair. Eyes of the same hue. This wasn’t my body. At first, I thought it was a dream. There could be no other explanation. But then—pain. A sharp, stabbing agony piercing through my skull. And with it, memories that did not belong to me flooded my mind. The Pendragon family. Noble blood. Yet a child seen as nothing but a stain. Nameless. A half-blood. A forgotten existence. Discarded at birth. Banished to a distant land. Erased from history. By the time the pain subsided, I understood the truth. This was the world of a novel I used to read whenever I was bored. The Dark Lands. And me? I was a mere extra. A nameless shadow never even mentioned in the story. At first, I was calm. But soon, the very existence of this body made me sick. Not from anger. Not from weakness. But from the sheer revulsion of being trapped in a body that wasn’t mine. I reject this. This body does not belong to me. And I will never accept anything that isn’t mine. So I chose to die. Without hesitation, I moved. I drove my hand straight into my heart. But I didn’t die. My breath caught. I tried again. And again. Over and over. But every single time, my wounds healed. It didn’t take long to understand why. In this world, every person is born with a unique, unchanging Fate Ability. And this body's ability? "Flesh, Blood, and Bone." It regenerates endlessly. No matter how much I cut, slash, or tear myself apart—death is impossible. But there must be a way. Someone in this world must be able to kill me. And then, a name came to mind. The protagonist. Perhaps he could end me. Wait. No. I refuse to die like that. To perish at someone else's hands without a fight, without struggle… That is beneath me. I am not someone who sits around waiting for salvation. If I truly wish to die, then first, I must rise to the top. Dying without battling the strongest beings in this world would be a disgrace. So, I will start with power. First, this kingdom. Then the continent. Then the entire world. I will rule, conquer, and seize everything. If I can truly reach the peak—then the strongest will come for me. And only then will I find someone worthy enough to kill me. Could there be a more honorable death than that?
Therionas · 8.6K Views
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