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The Door In The Wall Medieval Historical

THE SEVEN DOORS OF AZARATH

Synopsis: The Seven Doors of Azarath > Seven doors were forged to hold the souls of the fallen. But only one bore no door—because he was the key. In a war-ravaged world on the brink of collapse, eight elemental warriors stood as humanity’s final defense. Each mastered a primal force—fire, wind, water, stone, storm, light, and darkness. All but one. Max, the youngest of the eight, was born with only Ice. A quiet, forgotten element. Cold. Fragile. Left behind. When a battle against an unstoppable enemy, the Oblivion King, shatters their ranks, five warriors fall—and the ancient Doors of Azarath are forged to seal their souls. Years later, the world trembles once more. The doors open. And the fallen return—reborn, stronger, bound to their elements like gods. All except Max. Because Max isn’t tied to a door... He is the Key. --- As the resurrected warriors clash with ancient enemies, Max begins to change—unlocking powers no human should possess. A demon form fueled by rage. A blade forged of all eight elements. And a destiny even the gods fear. But great power comes at a cost—and Max stands at the edge of losing not just himself, but everything he swore to protect. When the Seven Doors open... Only one can close them. --- Themes: Found family & loyalty Elemental fantasy + demon mythology Solo hero vs destiny Rage, redemption, and the price of power Brotherhood vs betrayal --- Perfect for fans of: Solo Leveling, Seven Deadly Sins, Demon Slayer, Attack on Titan, and Final Fantasy.
ADESANYA_Basit · 1.1K Views

Sleeping-Death Pen: Medieval Mental Warfare

"The man whose name is written by this pen shall die. But if the condition provided beside the name cometh to pass, the man shall rise again and come back to life." Those were the rules... "Armed with it, I can create a world where what happened to my parents will never occur again." In a brutal medieval kingdom where people don't believe in magic anymore and justice is fleeting, a genius teenager, named Emery Caffy, discovers a mysterious pen amidst the ruins of his parents' murder. They were slain by a man who had already served his sentence—released, reformed on paper, but not in truth. A repeat offender who took everything from the young man... Now, with the pen in hand, Emery enacts his own form of justice: each newly freed criminal is killed, their names etched in ink beside a single, carefully chosen, condition. His crusade begins to unsettle the kingdom’s delicate order, drawing fear, anger, and eventually, action. To stop him, the crown unleashes its most feared weapon: the kingdom’s deadliest and most decorated witch hunter, a highly intelligent and ruthless man with no mercy and a record of bringing rogue witchers and witches to their knees. Now, with the hunter closing in and the kingdom branding him a threat to order, the young man engages in a deadly game of wits—one where a single mistake could mean execution. The Deadliest Witch Hunter VS A homeless teenager bent on revenge In a thrillingly epic battle of wits that will determine the fate of the kingdom!
seiyu24 · 11.7K Views

Darling: Don't Open That Door

My lips were tightly shut. My expression—blank. As if I didn’t understand the meaning behind his gaze, now sharper than ever. His fingers traced slowly along my jawline. The motion was calm. Measured. Too careful to be called affectionate. “So naive,” he whispered, barely audible. “Your breath... unchanged. Even your heartbeat is steady.” He leaned in. His lips brushed the skin beneath my ear—warm, but not seductive. A mere distraction. “These eyes... don’t lie. But they’re not completely honest either, are they?” His left hand slid to my back, tracing down my shoulder blades, then lower—to my waist. And stopped. Still. As if checking something. “Do you realize...” he continued, his voice soft yet piercing, “...of all the people who’ve seen my darkest side... you’re the only one who didn’t run.” I stayed silent. Just blinked once more, then gave a faint smile. “And why would I run?” My voice was light. Playful. I even let out a small laugh, more like a sigh. He didn’t laugh back. His gaze remained deep. His hand still touched my cheek—cold, scented with metal and leather. And then I... ...smiled. Genuinely. I leaned up slightly, raised his face gently with both hands, and kissed his cheek. The kiss left no mark, just a soft sound: chu — sweet, innocent. Almost like a child trying to show love. “Oh! You must be tired,” I said lightly. “I only made fish soup tonight, but the cuts are... kind of a mess.” I tugged gently at the hem of his shirt—playful, affectionate. Pulling him to hover directly over me. I slowly lay back on the bed, though my feet still touched the floor. My gaze never left him—looking up from the most vulnerable position. “But don’t ask why the cuts turned out so ugly,” I added with a small giggle. “Because earlier, the knife—” “The knife?” He interrupted. Flat voice. I nodded slowly, my eyes still bright. “Yeah, it’s so heavy! Where did you even buy it? Sharp, scary... but cool. Like... the kind used by a serial killer! Hehe~” For a few seconds, his expression shifted. Not angry. Not bothered. But... something changed. As if his mind had just collided with a memory that should’ve stayed locked away. Then, still calm, he said: “Don’t use that knife again. You could get hurt.” His fingers slipped into my hair—gentle, yet cold. “Tomorrow, I’ll give you a new one. Something that suits your hands better.” Then his lips lowered again. To my neck. At first, it tickled. But it quickly turned into something deeper than clumsy affection. Our breathing grew uneven. His body pressed heavily over mine, making the bed creak with every move.
Civia_Writes · 1.7K Views
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