Avatar The Ruins Of Ashes

In a world where gods rule through divine energy and ancient technology whispers from the ruins, two fugitives stand at the edge of history. Chizoba, the son of a forbidden union between an Ase-born priestess and a powerful Chi warrior, hides a power that could tear the world open—a divine paradox hunted by both pantheons. Suppressing his might to avoid becoming a harbinger of destruction, he wanders the realms seeking meaning beyond destiny. Omole “Omo” Kehinde, an Ase-lost technomancer, scours the deserts and ruins of the Iron Kings in search of forgotten relics. Her body is wrapped in the remnants of lost ages—a suit of archaic tech now powered by her ingenuity and vengeance. Armed with weaponized artifacts and tactical brilliance, Omo wants answers—and freedom from gods who would cage her.

Burned on a funeral pyre alongside her stillborn son, the Shakareen Elarya was meant to die in flame. Instead, she walked out untouched — carrying a child who shouldn’t have lived. That child is me. Except… I’m not really her son. I died in another world — a woman, a nobody — and now I’ve been reborn in the body of a dragon-blooded prince, in a land where fire breathes and loyalty burns. I can’t speak. I can’t fight. I’m a baby in a world that worships strength. But I remember everything — including how this story ends.

Ashes of the Black Blade Born under a cursed moon, Rai Tsuki was never given a chance at peace. Branded an "Ash spawn" by the very village he called home, Rai grew up beneath whispers, glares, and silence. But at the age of seven, silence turned to screams. When the villagers could no longer contain their hatred, they turned on the one person Rai loved most — his mother, Aria Tsuki — and made him watch as they tore her apart, piece by piece, across seven days of torment. They broke her body, but she never stopped smiling for him. They broke his heart, and with it, awakened something ancient. From the ashes of that horror, Rai Tsuki is reborn — not as a boy, but as a vessel of wrath. Marked by tragedy and driven by vengeance, Rai begins a journey across a god-forsaken world, haunted by the screams of the innocent and hunted by powers that fear what he might become. But Rai does not seek mercy. He seeks understanding — through pain, through fire, through blood. He will make the gods kneel. He will make the world remember. This is not a story of a hero. This is the tale of a weapon — forged in grief, sharpened by betrayal, and set loose upon a world that made him watch love die.

He was the kind of boy who gave stray cows roti for good luck. Who smiled through struggle, worked hard, and believed in karma. But life gave him nothing. Not mercy. Not miracles. Just a sudden death under the wheels of a speeding car. Now, reincarnated in a cruel world ruled by gods, monsters, and mercenaries, he wakes up with a strange power burning inside him—a curse, a gift, or both. As fate twists tighter, demons offer deals, and angels lie, he must fight not just for survival, but for the life he was never allowed to live. This is not a story of revenge. This is a story of a kind soul forced to become a hero— in a world where kindness dies first. This work is authored by Aash_Dhull ( Aash.0206 ), currently also being submitted to Royal Road.

Eric Harrison is a man of precision—a pastry chef with a cold edge, respected in every room he enters. Sarah is quiet, guarded, and never meant to be on his radar. But once he sees her, he can’t look away. Something about her silence unsettles him. Something about his attention terrifies her. But pasts have a way of catching up. And when buried truths surface, even the sweetest beginnings can end in ruin. What do you do when the truth can ruin everything? And what if love is the only thing you can’t protect?

A ghost operative of special warfare, one of the best in existence, coming back after the last mission turned out to be a deathtrap. A quiet life might be his wish, but the dark world is not so easy to leave, blood is not so easy to wash off, and human's heart is never fathomable. But he can fight again, for the one he had been longing for, for those ashes he wants to set ablaze once again... for the future he wants. _ _ _ _ _ _ “I don't like judging people, but sometimes I can't help it. I don't like talking behind people's backs, but sometimes I do. I just want to live a good life, but sometimes I can't.” It is not easy to leave the darkness, just as it is painful to cradle the burning ashes of the love of yesteryear. He disappeared without a trace, coming back from the ever-present war years later, from the darkest depths where death was the unchangeable constant. As for her, she had suffered, she lost had everything, and she had raised her son alone. Two worlds set to meet again, like years ago, on a ground covered with the fiery ashes of the love they have left behind. Can a spark set the ashes afire again? Love, Betrayal, Blood, but not Hatred, only cold revenge, and a son to complete the family he never had, the family she did not have anymore. _ _ _ First draft of characters' images on my discord, a channel for fans to get together: https://discord.com/invite/C86EJvCJdd Comment and review, don't forget.

After tragedy strikes his remote village, nine-year-old Kieran sets out on a journey to the capital, carrying only his training, his father's legacy, and a fire burning in his chest. With his home in ruins and his family lost, Kieran’s dream of joining the magical academy becomes something more—a vow to rebuild his house and honor the man who raised him. As he travels through wild forests, corrupted lands, and cities on the edge of chaos, Kieran finds unexpected allies and uncovers growing signs of instability in the world. Twisted beasts, unraveling mana, and ancient threats stir beneath the surface—and Kieran realizes that his journey is not just one of ambition, but of survival, purpose, and forging something lasting from the ashes of loss.

Daniel Varga, died at 45, indebted and hunted, his body marked for harvest. But death was just the beginning for Daniel Varga. He awakens as Johann, a starving five-year-old orphan in 1715 Berlin, a city gripped by ruthless nobles and grinding poverty. With nothing but his memories and a fierce will to survive, Johann uses his modern understanding of economics to rise from the gutters. In a world where every coin is a fight and trust is a luxury, he'll rewrite the rules of power, one calculated move at a time.

The flames enveloped his heart, and his blood became a pattern of eternal pain.

Born with a rare and cursed body known as the "Heavenly Yang Furnace", the protagonist Lin Yan becomes an object of desire for many female cultivators across the Five Realms. As a furnace, his body holds immense yang energy that can accelerate cultivation for those who dual-cultivate with him. For years, Lin Yan is captured, passed, and used, living in agony, humiliation, and despair. But the flame in his heart never dies. One day, in the middle of a dark forest while on the run, he collapses—only to be saved by Mei Qingxue, a mysterious cultivator of unimaginable strength. But instead of using him, she heals him and offers him freedom. With her guidance and a forbidden technique she gives him, Lin Yan begins his journey not only to cultivate but to turn the tables on the world that oppressed him. This is not just a tale of survival—it is one of revenge, redemption, and rise.

In a world where power defines fate, one mark can change everything. Li Feng, a brilliant yet feared cultivator obsessed with rising above all, walks a blood-soaked path to supremacy. But destiny turns when he finds a boy among the ruins of a slaughtered sect—silent, wounded, and bearing the mythical Phoenix Mark. The very key to unlocking a vessel of ancient power. Shen Yun, unaware of the mark on his wrist or the fate it holds, only remembers fragments of warmth and smoke. Taken in by Li Feng, he begins a life shadowed by unspoken truths, loyalty, and a slowly blooming bond that neither understands—until betrayal cracks the surface. When war brews and secrets unravel, the two are torn apart. But with the world chasing the Phoenix Vessel, and empires rising to control it, their paths are destined to collide once more. Not as strangers. Not as enemies. But as something much more complicated. Will they burn together, or rise from the ashes?

In a world torn by forgotten wars and whispered prophecies, a lone figure awakens in a blood-soaked valley—bereft of name, memory, and meaning. Time fractures. Voices echo from beneath the skin. Shadows speak in riddles. And every step forward feels like the replay of an ancient sin. This is not a story of heroes. This is the unraveling of identity, the bleeding of reality into madness. Dreams rot. Faith mutates. And somewhere in the ruins, something is watching... laughing. Dive into a dark, surreal journey where nothing is certain—except that once you enter, you may not come back the

En un mundo donde el maná define tu destino, las ruinas divinas esconden secretos que podrían cambiarlo todo. Naza, un joven marcado por un pasado desconocido y un cabello dividido entre la luz y la oscuridad, despierta en un continente gobernado por magia, bestias y antiguas guerras olvidadas. Con un núcleo fuera de lo común y habilidades que desafían la lógica de este nuevo mundo, Naza se verá arrastrado al corazón de una batalla entre reinos, facciones ocultas… y seres que trascienden la comprensión humana. ¿Podrá un alma reencarnada desatar el verdadero poder del Geo y sobrevivir en un mundo donde incluso los dioses han caído? Prepárate para hechizos colosales, traiciones desgarradoras y batallas que sacudirán los cielos. Las ruinas hablan… y Naza está escuchando.

She was the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy family—abandoned by her father, oppressed by his legal wife, and humiliated by the so-called sister. She watched her mother perish in a raging fire and was thrown into the flames herself. Her name was Janice. And she died in that fire. Ten years later, under a new identity and the name “Janet,” she survives in silence. Forced by her stepmother to marry a wealthy heir rumored to be "paralyzed and disabled," she becomes entangled in a vicious struggle of family betrayal and ruthless power games. With cold eyes, she watches the hypocrites who once trampled her into the mud—one by one, they will become prey on her road to revenge. Her wheelchair-bound "husband" Philip, the feuding brothers Charles and August… But what she didn't expect was that the boy who once quietly handed her a handkerchief all those years ago would become the most unpredictable piece in her game of fate. She has returned—not for hatred, but to personally end the past that was once crushed beneath their feet.

The room was thick with the smell of wine. January 2025, Aezren leaned against the couch with wine in his hand, His eyes red like the sun during an eclipse, while his hair a chaotic Blonde framed his face with eerie elegance, hoping not to be disturbed by the screams of people. He was the Grim Reaper and the cause of people’s misfortunes, so it was only natural that he was embraced by screams day and night. Without a moment’s notice, he heard another person cursing him. “Not this again…” he groaned as he got up. He sipped his wine as he watched the drunk woman cursing him from the reflection on his wine. Lavinia stood on the parapet wall with high heels, ready to fall at any moment. Her red lipstick messed up, her skin a shade of bright olive, her hair had faded black hair dye, her eyes a shade of deep green, reminiscent of the forest. Her movements came out unstable as she screamed out, “Seems like all doom is attracted to me!” she laughed, tears rolled down her face. “I’m really not,” Aezren scoffed as he rolled his eyes. His eyes blew into saucers at a closer look at her face. “That face, it’s her!” he exclaimed. “I can’t let her die,” he pleaded with desperation as his “heart” raced. Aezren put his glass of wine back on the table with telekinesis as he stood up and teleported to Lavinia. However, it was already too late and she jumped off. Aezren jumped off of the terrace and held her in his arms as he floated in the air. He quickly took her back to the terrace before anybody could notice. Lavinia shut her eyes tight, hoping for the worst to happen—her death. She opened her eyes soon after she realized that she was on solid ground. “What is it,” she smiled, “Am I in heaven or hell?” she walked as she wondered. She was in her own world. “You’re in none,” Aezren told her, about to crash out at her obliviousness. But of course, she was half rat — drunk as hell. He let out a deep sigh. She didn’t listen. He recited some sort of spell, his index and middle finger pointed at her. Since alcohol has similar affects to being dead, it was easy enough for him to get her to be sober. She blinked in surprise. “Wh…Who are you?” she stammered, taking steps back defensively. “Be my muse.” He asked her. He has been searching for a her for over 4 centuries now. Having been living for so long, he has started making paintings to pass time. He has her face like a fuzzy faded painting in his head, and he has always struggled to capture her in his paintings. Finding her was a dream come true for him. She couldn’t die. Not before he painted her. Lavinia’s breath hitched. She was hit with nausea and dizziness. “Please.. please leave me alone!” She begged, her voice came out louder than she wanted it to. Aezren stared at her, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t save you because I care about your life,” he said, voice low. “I saved you because you have a face that doesn’t belong to this era.” Lavinia’s breath hitched again, her head spinning, “What the hell does that even mean…?” “I’ve seen you before. In dreams, in sketches, in brush strokes I never finished.” He sighed, “Centuries of searching. And suddenly, you’re on a rooftop, yelling about doom like some half-broken opera.” “You’re insane,” she whispered, backing away. He didn’t argue. “Probably,” he said with a shrug. “But I don’t care what you believe. You’re here. And I need to paint you before you disappear again.” Lavinia blinked, confusion and fear wrestling inside her. But something about him—his tone, his posture, the weird mix of detachment and obsession—made her pause. Her stomach flipped. The room still spun, but she wasn’t sure if it was just the wine anymore. “Okay,” she said slowly, swallowing hard. TW: Might include topics or references to Self harm. Reader discretion is recommended.

In a world where ancient cultivation arts are fading into legend, a quiet teenage boy named Kael lives in the forgotten village of Ashborne—once a sanctuary of peace, now reduced to smoke and silence. When disaster strikes and shadows descend upon his home, Kael is forced to awaken a strength buried deep within him. Armed with only a chipped training blade and a resolve forged in loss, he steps into a path meant for warriors far older than he. As flames consume the past and whispers of power stir in the air, Kael unleashes his first true slash—not in anger, but in unshakable purpose. What begins as survival becomes a journey of transformation. Haunted by echoes of an ancient legacy and pursued by forces who fear what he might become, Kael must rise—one battle, one breath, one step at a time. He doesn’t seek revenge. He seeks to protect. And in doing so, he may become the storm that reshapes the world.

This story is a rebirth. Some characters may feel familiar, but the world around them has shifted. The setting, the names, and the path they walk have changed — but the soul of the story remains. For those who remember — welcome to a new beginning. For those who are new — let the ashes lead you into mysteries.

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT] Prologue – The Law of Aura They say every soul burns. Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime. But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet. These are the Tyrants. And their aura is not a gift. It is a weight a burden. In this world, aura is everything. It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it. But only one… only one in an age awakens the Tyrant’s Spirit …the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.

He was the man who had it all — not just born with a silver spoon, but a diamond spoon. A walking empire. A storm dressed in silk. Billionaire by brilliance, desired by millions, envied by all. With a mind like a machine, a body sculpted like a god, and a soul untouched by emotions, he ruled the world without a flicker of remorse. Women flocked to him. Men feared him. The word “love” was just a distraction — until fate turned its back. Betrayed by shadows in his empire, his car crashes under mysterious circumstances. The world mourns a king. But the gods don’t let go so easily. Blessed by the karmic legacy of his great-grandparents — saints who once helped the poor and earned divine blessings — he is given a second chance. A cruel one. Now, he awakens in the fragile body of a poor boy. No wealth. No identity. No control. But the mind of a billionaire remains. And so does the attitude. As he struggles through a harsh world of poverty and injustice, he'll need to learn what he always lacked — empathy, love, friendship, and vulnerability. The journey will be brutal. The climb, steeper than before. But he is not alone. His secretary from the past life, a quiet, calculating man with fierce loyalty and secrets of his own, is also reborn and finds him again — not as a servant this time, but as an equal, and perhaps... a rival. And then there's her — a woman from his past, from the golden halls of his empire. Someone he barely noticed — maybe a staff member, a caterer, or even just a girl waiting in line at his charity gala. She had seen him, admired him, maybe even loved him from afar. In this life, she's not afraid to challenge him, mock him, and strip away his arrogance, bit by bit. She remembers him. He doesn’t remember her. But fate has a plan. Now, in this second life — where power can't be bought, and respect must be earned — he must rebuild everything from scratch, learning not just how to be a king again… but how to be human.

Adolf Hitler died in the ruins of his fallen Reich. Only to awaken in a strange new world of swords, kingdoms, and creatures not of Earth. Confused but alive and restored in flesh, he finds himself in a realm untouched by modern warfare, genocide, or totalitarian rule. As he navigates this foreign land, stripped of power but not ambition, he begins to observe, adapt, and scheme. This is not a story of redemption. It is the continuation of a mind that once plunged the world into war. Now reborn in a place unprepared for the horrors he once commanded. Content Warning: This work contains depictions of fascist ideology, war crimes, and morally controversial themes. It does not endorse these views. Instead, it challenges them through fiction and philosophical tension. If you're uncomfortable with dark historical content or psychological exploration, this story may not be for you.

In a world of floating realms, chaos erupts when Cromos, a tyrant of unimaginable power, annihilates the peaceful realm of Kris, leaving nothing but ashes behind. With vengeance burning in his heart, Kris is teleported to Solareth, a kingdom still standing against Cromos’s brutal conquest. There, he meets Jessica, a skilled warrior of Solareth, and Zagan, a mysterious swordsman who shares an eerie resemblance to Kris but hides a dark past. Together, they embark on a journey to recover ancient powers and unravel the truth behind the gods, the lost realms, and the legendary sword—the Blooming Destroyer—wielded by the enigmatic swordsman Vinam. But Vinam carries a heavy burden: a broken soul, a love long lost, and a cursed power that could either save their world or doom it. As war erupts, secrets unfold, and divine powers awaken, the fate of the floating realms rests in the hands of broken heroes.

In the crumbling kingdom of Lysaire, where ancient magic runs silent in noble blood, a foreign commoner is chosen to marry the last princess—a union meant to save the throne. But behind every vow lies a curse. Haunted by prophetic dreams, a forgotten bloodline, and a silent bride who loathes him, the stranger finds himself bound to a crown that was never meant for him. As the kingdom trembles beneath political unrest and fading faith, love blossoms where it should not, and betrayal creeps behind velvet curtains. His only companion: a mysterious raven stitched from magic and secrets—one that may not be his ally after all. As bloodlines burn and forbidden truths awaken, the stranger must face the ruin he was destined to bring... and the love that might be his greatest downfall. "In a world built on ash and prophecy, even a crown can kill."

One was betrayal. The other is revenge. She just doesn't know which is which.

Allan Drake lived all of his life with his mother Helena and his brother and sister as a regular person until one day the whole world changed. The ressurgency of magic energy started, both humanity and nature went through an envolution process, everyone awakened mystic talents, while plants and animals evolved, gaining not only wisdom on the same levels as humans, but magic abilities as well. Empires made by beasts that were once simple animal rose from the ground. The planet expanded by 100 times, giving birth to new unexplored continents, ruins and dungeons. All Humans gained a talent with the ressurgency of this energy, some lucky ones gained two, but Allan is an anomaly. To his surprise he gained not one, not two, but ten talents and all of them were of high ranks. Now coupled with the power to create avatars and have a return on what they gain by 10 times and 8 more talents. What will Allan do with this newfound power? Will he become the new ruler of this world? Or will he become it's saviour?

In a land ravaged by an ancient malevolence that corrupts both earth and spirit, he is suddenly drawn into a story he never chose. Once a distant spectator, he now stands as an unwilling player in a vast, turbulent fate. This is no saga of valiant victories, but a grueling odyssey of inner reckoning. Tormented by the shadows of a fractured past and a mind steeped in nihilistic despair, he traverses a realm of primal sorcery and fragile pacts. As he supports the fated champion in a dire fight against an encroaching abyss, he grapples with the sinister murmurs of his own ruinous impulses. The boundary between redeemer and ruin erodes as he wrestles with the essence of resilience, meaning, and the brittle core of human existence. In a world where bonds and affection feel like fleeting mirages, can he uncover salvation amid the embers of isolation, or will the darkness he harbors within swallow him whole?

Ashes of the Chosen In a world where hope is a liability and power is a curse, what does it mean to be chosen? The year is 6189. Earth is no longer a home—it’s a wasteland turned power farm, drained to fuel the luxurious lives of humans who escaped into space. The elite call themselves visionaries. Those left behind call them Outsiders. To unlock limitless energy, the Intergalactic Ascension Council initiates Project Fractal—a mission to send human minds into the mysterious 4th Dimension, where thought shapes reality. But only the rarest children can survive the journey. Those children are bred in secrecy, tortured in orphanages, and selected through blood. Solin was never supposed to be the chosen one. He kept his power hidden. He wanted to survive—not ascend. But when his orphanage is massacred for failing to produce a candidate, Solin unleashes a power that manipulates time itself. Captured and declared the perfect Fractal subject, he is forced into a mission he never chose… while haunted by the loss of the one person who believed in him. Elari, the girl who taught him to hope, is gone. Or so he thinks. What Solin doesn’t know is that in the shadows of a ruined Earth, another survivor watches—Kael, once forgotten, now reborn with a vow: “If I cannot be hope… I will become the illusion of it As reality fractures, fates collide, and the boundary between man and machine crumbles, Solin must decide: Will he bend time to escape the system—or become the weapon that shatters it?

In the nation of Avrael, power is both a blessing and a curse. Sixteen-year-old Ayato Daath, a poor orphan, had always hoped to live unnoticed in the shadows of the city. But when he is forced to undergo The Rite of Manifestation, the ritual that determines one’s magical potential, his worst fear comes true—he is an Elite. Now torn from the only life he’s ever known, Ayato is thrust into a brutal world of magic, bloodshed, and treacherous politics. In a society where the strong prey on the weak, where rival factions scheme in the dark, and where a single misstep could mean death, Ayato must quickly learn one thing—adapt, or perish. And one thing Ayato already knows is that in Avrael, only the ruthless survive.

--------- In the smog-choked underbelly of a city scarred by war, Jay Boron—a veteran drowning in the spectral echoes of battle—fights a silent war against his own mind. Haunted by the death of his brother, Tom, and tormented by voices that claw at the edges of reality, Jay seeks refuge in bitter ale. But when he is contacted by an unknown person. Jay is thrust into a deadly game of survival. To uncover the truth, he must retrace his fractured history. But as the line between what he remembers and the cold reality of the truth clash together, Will the survivor still be truly him?