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Eclipse over the Mortal World

In a world where the high bloodlines rule and birth determines authority, Vaen of Dravidian was never meant to rise. Blind, forsaken, and born at the very lowest rung of the human nobility, his name was meant to be forgotten to silence. But fate, it seems, has different intentions. When a mysterious eastern dragon, General of an inter-universal union, offers him the mysterious knowledge of the Tenebris Energy Path, Vaen of Dravidian sets out on a journey no mortal has ever undertaken. A journey where darkness isn't evil—it's liberation. Armed with a power his world does not know, a mind sharper than any sword, and a will unbreakable to fate, Vaen of Dravidian does not seek to reclaim what was lost… but to forge something new. But power has its prices. As he untangles the corruption under noble thrones, the secrets concealed in his own human heritage, and the forces that manipulate entire empires, Vaen of Dravidian learns that his path leads only deeper into darkness. Even his own clan—the final tie to his past—will soon fall before him. With friends who loves him, l enemies who fear him, and a sword that shares his name. Love which never comes without a price. House of Dravidian shall descend into this mortal world. Laugh while you can mortals. Vaen’s rise is not a tale of virtue and righteousness or wickedness. It is a tale of conquest. Where the powerful rule, the blind shall see— And the world shall bow. ..................... There will be a system but not the way you think. ..................... Eclipse Over the Mortal World By Folsom Khan [Only on Mymensingh Pub] Visit our Patreon page for more than 20+ chapters. All free (currently) Patreon Link : patreon.com/MymensinghPub
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Twin Soul Style

Incense, thick and cloying as a shroud, mingled with the gritty tang of dust motes dancing in the erratic candlelight. Ari and Eric, twins sculpted from midnight itself, stood bathed in the flickering glow. Their stillness was a deceptive calm; a raw, ancient power thrummed between them, a silent pulse vibrating through the temple's aged stones. Ari tasted ash and iron – a familiar metallic bite. "Ready?" he rasped, his voice the scrape of granite. Eric's gaze, unwavering, snagged on the swirling shadows that licked at the temple's edges. The faintest whiff of blood – a spectral fingerprint of their heritage – clung to the air, a physical weight pressing against his ribs, a legacy etched into his very soul. The stone floor trembled. A shudder, visceral and deep, ran through the air itself, heavy with unseen energy. This wasn't legend; this was the Akin-Soul Style – a martial art forged in the fires of oppression, its movements as lethal as obsidian. Ten levels of cultivation – ten scars etched onto their flesh, each a testament to the pain that had shaped them into weapons. Ari, a coiled spring of controlled rage, moved with a predator’s grace. Yet, a flicker of doubt – a reflection of the prejudice that had dogged his life – shadowed his eyes. Eric, his brother's mirror image, stood in tense stillness, a volcano veiled in brooding calm. A subtle twitch in his jaw, knuckles bone-white, betrayed his inner turmoil. His protectiveness for Ari was a tangible force. *“They will not break us,”* he ground out, the words a low, steady reassurance, as much for himself as his brother. Outside, the night pressed in, a suffocating blanket pierced only by the malevolent gleam of eyes in the darkness. Their enemies – figures draped in shadow, skin the color of midnight, eyes burning with a hatred stoked by the regime that sought to extinguish the Akin-Soul Style – waited. The political landscape was a treacherous mire of deceit and whispered betrayals. Every shadow held a threat; every smile, a hidden blade. But this wasn't a fight for power. This was a fight for survival, for the right to exist, for the reclamation of their birthright. This was rebellion, a bloody reckoning against a world determined to erase them. This was the storm, the fury, the awakening of the Akin-Soul.
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The God who loved a mortal

The God Who Loved a Mortal – Synopsis For centuries, Eryx, the God of the Stars, has watched over the mortal world with quiet detachment. Bound by divine law, he is forbidden from interfering in human lives—especially when it comes to matters of love. But one fateful night, he hears the desperate wish of a dying scholar. Orien Hale has spent his short life writing stories of the gods, dreaming of leaving something behind before his failing body gives out. With time slipping through his fingers, he makes a final prayer beneath the stars: just one more year. Against all reason, Eryx grants his wish. A single year, stolen from eternity itself. But what starts as an act of pity soon becomes something far more dangerous. As Eryx steps into the mortal world to witness Orien’s borrowed days, he finds himself drawn into a love that defies fate itself. But love between a god and a mortal is forbidden. When the heavens discover Eryx’s crime, they send enforcers to reclaim what was never meant to be. To protect Orien, Eryx must make an impossible choice—remain a god and let Orien die… or fall from the stars and live as a mortal, no matter the cost. As time runs out and divine forces close in, can love rewrite destiny? Or will the heavens tear them apart before their story can truly begin? A tale of love, sacrifice, and the fight against fate—"The God Who Loved a Mortal" is a romantic fantasy about defying the stars for the one who makes life worth living.
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