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Lord of Solva: Players as My Pawns

"How many did we lose?" A figure seated on a grand throne asked. "Thirty universes, my lord," a voice responded. "Thirty universes, huh… Over 521 thousand planets." The being on the throne remained silent for a moment before asking, "What’s their next target?" "The Cosmos, my lord." The figure slowly stood, the dim throne room gradually illuminating as the light spread outward. "Destiny, show me its future." A woman rose from her seat, her eyes glowing with an eerie brilliance. "My lord, based on my calculations… complete annihilation." The being’s gaze swept across the countless seats surrounding him. The Lords of the Multiverse sat in silence—each one powerful enough to erase a universe, yet none dared to speak under his presence. A faint blue light flickered. "That lunatic is growing stronger by the day. At this rate, the balance will collapse." The lords exchanged uneasy glances. No one wanted to disrupt the equilibrium. If they intervened, an even greater force might step in—and they would all lose the power they had spent eons accumulating. Then, a voice broke the tension. "My lord… The Cosmos has fallen." Silence. A long, weary sigh escaped the being’s lips. "But… there is something unusual," the voice hesitated. "A small world… Earth. They fought back. Despite their lack of resources, they somehow made it work. They used hmmm some type of ore—a rare ore—to resist. But they lacked the means to protect themselves from its effects." The being’s gaze lifted. The others followed, their massive thrones rising in unison. The World Tree’s wood gleamed faintly in the abyss of the throne hall. He turned to the window, his voice calm but commanding. "Lord of Time… rewind the clock. This time, we will intervene." A murmur rippled through the hall. "Lord…" The sound echoed, filled with concern. A single move from them could shift the fate of existence. They were not meant to interfere. Yet now, their highest leader was breaking that rule. "Rewind… Hmm....again…" the being mused. "Not bad. Not bad at all." The throne, forged from countless suns, began to glow. The Lord of Laws removed his hand from its surface, and a surge of blue light filled the room. No words were spoken. One by one, the lords stood, their towering seats rising higher. Each throne bore the insignia of a universe, their very essence etched into the divine wood. Their hands extended, and a brilliant blue radiance cut through the darkness. For the first time in eons, the void saw light. "Let’s create a world for them… as a trial." A deep chuckle rumbled through the hall, growing into a booming laugh. "That world shall be called… Solva." "Ahahahahahahaha!"
Msd_Zeroo · 8.6K Views

The Last Broadcast

In the remote, fog-shrouded town of Millhaven, superstition holds sway, and silence is salvation. Embarrassed radio DJ Jack Mercer is back in his hometown in one final attempt at salvaging his career, going live on a Halloween broadcast to reveal the town's darkest tale: the Revenant, a ghost said to take one soul every decade. But Millhaven's inhabitants—tightly lipped and haunted by centuries of guilt—won't talk about the curse, forcing Jack to rummage through decaying archives and deserted buildings for clues. When he discovers a decades-old diary of Evelyn Carter, a woman who disappeared while searching for the Revenant, Jack learns a chilling truth: the villagers' forebears summoned the creature, sacrificing lives for temporary peace. Jack knows the Revenant is no legend as his broadcast plans come apart—equipment breaking down, figures haunting the abandoned town hall. It's alive. And it's hungry. Halloween night, Jack's live broadcast, and the town's suppressed transgressions boil over. The listeners are overwhelmed by shrieked voices through static images of their worst regrets. Cornered in the hall with the Revenant's claws around his throat, Jack is presented with a terrible decision: die to shatter the cycle or escape, dooming Millhaven to perpetual suffering. But the Revenant has an endless hunger, and Jack's broadcast—a twisted, repeating scream—could have released the curse into the world. A terrifying investigation of guilt, complicity, and the price of truth, The Last Broadcast poses the question: What if the things we bury never die? And what if the horror we dread most is the horror we've already become?
MSarA · 2.7K Views

The Billionaire King’s missing heir

King Maxwell had it all. youth, power, and wealth. But his heart belonged to only one woman: Elena. She was neither of noble blood nor royalty, yet she captured his soul in a way no one else could. Their love was fierce, defying the objections of the royal family and the expectations of the kingdom. But despite his devotion, Elena was never truly accepted. Whispers of her unworthiness filled the palace halls, and the royal family was relentless in their attempts to remove her. Their final blow came in the form of a calculated betrayal. A carefully chosen noble maiden was sent to seduce the king, and she succeeded. When Elena discovered the ultimate betrayal, her heart shattered. Tired of the taunts, the rejection, and now the ultimate disgrace, she fled the palace, leaving everything behind, including the secret growing within her. Unknowingly to her, she carried the future of the kingdom in her womb. Far from the opulent world she once knew, Elena built a humble life as a waitress, raising her son as a commoner, keeping his royal heritage a secret. She vowed that he would never know the pain she endured. Eight years passed. King Alexander remained childless despite every effort with his new queen. His desperation for an heir consumed him, but fate had other plans. When an unexpected revelation exposes the existence of his long-lost son, the king embarks on a relentless quest to find his missing heir. But Elena is not the same woman who once walked the palace halls. She has nothing but hatred for the man who betrayed her. And she will do anything to protect her son from the world that once tore her apart, even if it means defying a king. Now, the battle is no longer about love, it’s about a mother’s fight for her son and a king’s fight for his legacy. Will their lost affection rekindle their past romance?
Frances_Ebhodaghe · 1.6K Views

MUTOSTERONE

In the world of Tanasma, mutants are no longer just an anomaly—they are a crisis. Once seen as the next step in evolution, they are now branded as threats, their very existence feared by humanity. The Mutant Treaty Act, enforced by the Capitol Patrol Guard (CPG), forces mutants into registration, stripping them of their autonomy, suppressing their powers, and marking them as second-class citizens. But as hatred festers, the oppression escalates—slavery, public executions, and brutal exterminations become the norm. Amidst the chaos, three factions emerge: those who resist, fighting for freedom at any cost; those who flee, seeking sanctuary beyond the reach of human rule; and those who surrender, hoping that compliance will earn them mercy. When Professor Aldric Langley—a man of wisdom and ambition—receives King Ivan of Gallanta’s royal decree, he dares to create something radical: Hall of M, a sanctuary where mutants can hone their powers and reclaim their dignity. But the dream of peace is fragile. Extremist groups like Purity Dawn seek to eradicate mutants entirely, while the CPG tightens its grip, branding Hall of M as a breeding ground for rebellion. In the heart of this war-torn world, a young mutant named Seraphina Vale rises. With silver hair and eyes that reflect her tormented past, she becomes the first student of Hall of M, standing at the crossroads of fate. Will she fight for coexistence, or will the endless persecution drive her into the arms of revolution? As the world spirals toward war, the question remains: Can mutants carve a place for themselves in a world that wants them erased? Or will they be forced to embrace their monstrous side to survive? The battle for identity, freedom, and the right to exist begins. MUTOSTERONE—a gripping tale of power, prejudice, and the cost of being different.
Kimaeraman · 4.2K Views

Between Wings

“In a house divided by status, secrets, and the whisper of wings, freedom feels as distant as the stars.” When Laura Charles takes a position at the prestigious Wyndham Estate, she plans to keep her head down, her past hidden, and her heart untangled. Among the polished silver and immaculate halls, she’s determined to play her part as the perfect lady's maid: quiet, diligent, and invisible. But nothing at Wyndham is as simple as it seems. From Amber, the exuberant housemaid, to Mrs. Hobbs, the sharp and rigid housekeeper, the servants' hall brims with personalities as complex as the estate itself. Among them is Aleksi, a towering, sharp-tongued footman whose presence stirs something Laura can't quite define. As their paths cross in unexpected ways, sparks fly—not of romance but of class tension and sharp disdain. Yet beneath the barbs and silences lies an unsettling intensity that neither can fully ignore. Meanwhile, the estate hides more than just its opulent splendor. Foreign servants whisper in a language Laura doesn’t understand, and the weight of expectations crushes everyone under the roof, noble or not. In a world where every glance and gesture is a battle for survival, trust becomes a dangerous luxury, and the line between ally and enemy blurs. As the seasons shift and the stakes rise, Laura finds herself trapped between two wings: the strict confines of duty and the yearning for something more—freedom, perhaps, or even love. But how far will she go to protect herself when her heart and her carefully constructed walls are both at risk of crumbling? Between Wings is a tale of class, romance, and survival, where every choice is fraught with danger and even the smallest kindness can have far-reaching consequences. For fans of slow-burn romance, rich historical drama, and characters navigating a world determined to define them, this is a story of transformation and defiance against all odds.
_quillotine · 4.2K Views

Mist Empire’s Rise: Fake Noble to Fog Queen

[Fake Aristocrat + Empress Regnant + Identity Concealment + Charisma + Nation-building + Personal Growth] Luo Wei has transmigrated. She finds herself in the body of a lowborn commoner who had impersonated a noble lady to enter school. She's about to be exposed as a commoner, facing contempt and insults from the entire school, and ultimately destined to be hanged at the marketplace gallows. Luo Wei: What's there to fear? It's just pretending to be nobility. As someone from the 21st century, she can act more noble than the nobles themselves! When a noble lady tries to test her with expensive spices, Luo Wei takes one look: Aren't these just common seasonings found everywhere in Western cuisine? As if she's never tasted them before! They say she's a commoner who can't do geometry? Luo Wei smiles slightly: Isn't it just trigonometric functions? She learned that in middle school! What? They say she's poor and has no money? She casually produces an entire bolt of silk fabric to make pajamas, and while she's at it, makes a chest full of silk handkerchiefs, using them once and tossing them away. They say she has no fief and isn't a true noble? Hah! She makes money by day and reclaims land by night. While attending school, she's busy cultivating land. Soon, millions of square kilometers of fertile soil in the New World are all hers. She establishes her own country and ennobles herself! Finally, her identity is exposed by an old acquaintance. The Holy Church wants to put her on trial, presenting evidence that she's not a noble - they couldn't find her patent of nobility in the Mist Kingdom. Luo Wei: A noble title? Sorry, she indeed doesn't have one. Because she is the Empress Regnant of the Mist Kingdom! In the end, she abolishes the aristocratic system, establishes a new country, and becomes a deity in the hearts of countless commoners. She promises them peace and prosperity; they pledge her their loyalty and faith. She, ultimately, becomes ..
DaoistsSzmtd · 16.7K Views

When The Sun Bleeds

The sky wept in crimson. A deep, unnatural red bled across the heavens, drowning Velmoria’s golden sunrise in an eerie, suffocating glow. The air was thick with an unshakable stillness, as if the world itself held its breath. Crowds gathered in the city streets, heads tilted upward in fearful awe at the sight of the blood-red eclipse—a celestial event unseen in Velmoria’s long history. In the heart of the empire, within the grand halls of the Imperial Palace, the echoes of a woman’s anguished cries shattered the silence. The Empress was in labor. Nobles and servants alike stood frozen in the corridors, their hands clenched in prayer, their faces pale with worry. For hours, her screams had filled the palace, each one weaker than the last. The royal physicians worked desperately, but the Empress—Velmoria’s radiant star, beloved by all—was fading. And then, silence. The heavy stillness that followed was more terrifying than her screams. A single cry pierced the air—the wail of a newborn. The moment the child took his first breath, the doors to the birthing chamber burst open, and a cloaked figure stumbled forward—an old seer, his eyes wide with horror. He raised a trembling hand toward the heavens, his voice cracking like brittle parchment. "The sun has bled to mark his birth!" he cried. "He will be the harbinger of ruin—the flames that will consume Velmoria!" His voice carried through the halls, past the nobles, past the gathered guards—out into the city, where the terrified people turned their eyes away from the red eclipse and toward the palace. A prince had been born. A cursed prince.
Aurelius_Vesper · 2.2K Views
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