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Void Tree Chronicles

Wes Carter is dying. A black sword pulses with corruption in his chest, his strength fading as blood seeps into the battlefield. He has no regrets—his people escaped, the war was fought, and he killed the man with void-black eyes. But it wasn’t enough. It never was. As darkness claims him, two figures appear—enigmatic, powerful, and knowing. And with cruel certainty, they reveal a truth that shatters everything Wes believed: His future was stolen. Wes remembered that day. The day, as a child, he met the man with void-black eyes. The man who stood before him, bathed in the blood of those Wes cherished. The man who could have killed him but didn’t. Instead, he burned Wes’s soul, severing something deep within him. That was the day everything changed. That was the day he became a Null. He should have been able to claim a Void Crystal, to rise like the others. Instead, he was cut off from that power, forced to forge his own way through Essence alone. And despite that, despite everything, he became peerless, a warrior standing at the edge of the Grand Stage—the universe beyond Earth’s wars. And then, all these years later, that same man returned. Not alone. This time, he led an army—not just soldiers, but Fallen, beings marked by corruption, their eyes the same void-black as his own. They descended upon Wes with overwhelming force, and though he fought, though he killed his greatest enemy, it still wasn’t enough. More questions than answers. Why had his future been stolen? Why had that man, all those years ago, chosen to cripple him instead of killing him? Now, as Wes breathes his last, the two figures offer him something impossible: A second chance. They will sever the future—a phrase Wes doesn’t yet understand—but before he can question it, they shove a black seed, dark as night, into his chest. And then—rebirth. No longer fighting for survival in a dying world, he enters a new era—one where humanity has rebuilt, where Void Crystals, Essence, and Mana-Tech shape civilization, and where the truth of the universe is within reach. Yet, the past is not erased. The man with void-black eyes may be dead, but the forces behind him still move. The answers he seeks are still out there. And this time, he will find them. Monsters. Rival races. Forgotten legends. The enemies lurking beyond the void. This time, Wes Carter will not be denied. His rise is inevitable. (NOTE READ AUXILLARY CHAPTER)
owlwritings44 · 8.7K Views

Chronicles of the Engulfment

The Earth had been swallowed. Absorbed by the new world, an infinite ocean dotted with continents stretching as far as the eye could see. Humanity found itself thrust into this place, left to fend for itself in hostile lands teeming with creatures and civilizations from multiple origins, ripped from their own realities. Where the Earth once stood, another world took its place. Then another. And another. The cycle had begun. Each conquered world was duplicated, absorbed in turn, fueling the inexorable expansion of this endless domain. An unknown force wove this network of universes, engulfing everything in its path. Ages passed. What remained of humanity? Feared remnants. Captured by the Tower of Chaos, which had risen without warning. On the continent of Winet, the first earth to have been absorbed, the landscape had transformed. Once dominated by humans, only one thing remained of their reign: the Tower, immense and menacing. It had taken the strongest. Those who had not fallen under its yoke were now a scattered group, too insignificant to weigh in on history. To the new inhabitants of Winet, they had become rare creatures, objects of desire and fascination. Symbols of wealth and power, they were held captive, weakened, carefully studied to prevent the awakening of their potential. And it’s in this delightful chaos that I, Mana, find myself working. Enslaved by beings even more terrifying than myself, I’m condemned to watch the world descend into carnage, to dig through past ages for stories worth telling. Really, what a mess.
Linegias · 3.2K Views

Chronicles of the forgotten

In the forgotten town of Black Hollow, a cursed bookstore holds a secret that defies reality. When Mara and Eli stumble upon its hidden library, they discover that the books within don’t just tell stories—they hold lives. Some books are pristine, their pages filled with vibrant memories. Others are crumbling, their stories fading into nothingness. And some are blank, their owners erased from existence. But the library is no sanctuary. It’s a prison, guarded by the Watcher, a shadowy entity that manipulates the threads of reality. As Mara and Eli delve deeper, they uncover a chilling truth: the library is rewriting history, erasing lives, and trapping souls. Mara gains the ability to read hidden truths, while Eli can restore lost books—but each use comes at a cost. As they unravel the mystery, they realize their own pasts are entwined with the library’s dark purpose. A book with Mara’s name holds the key to her forgotten memories, while Eli’s book reveals a truth he’s desperate to escape. But the Watcher is always watching, and its price for freedom is steep: their souls. In a race against time, Mara and Eli must decide whether to rewrite the past and risk the future, or let the Watcher reshape the world as it sees fit. But in a place where every choice erases someone, can they save themselves without losing each other? *The Library of Lost Souls* is a haunting tale of memory, identity, and the cost of uncovering the truth, perfect for fans of *The Ten Thousand Doors of January* and *The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue*.
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The Chronicles of Astrenveil

In a world where every living being wields a mysterious source of power called the Ring Core, Lucian Solryn, a young noble, embarks on a journey that transcends fate. Reborn from a modern world into the majestic realm of Astrenveil, Lucian quickly learns that the Ring Core is more than just an ethereal energy—it is the foundation of magic, strength, and survival. As he begins to uncover the secrets of his new existence, Lucian finds himself thrust into a society teeming with elemental magic, political intrigue, and ancient mysteries. The colors of the Ring Core define one’s strength, but a prophecy whispers of a power beyond even the rarest hues—a destiny that ties Lucian to an ancient dragon, a forgotten legacy, and a fate that could reshape the world. Journey through thriving cities, uncharted forests, and castles suspended between heaven and earth as Lucian trains to awaken his dormant powers. Along the way, he will face trials of courage, friendships forged in fire, and an unexpected romance that could alter his path forever. With each step, Lucian edges closer to the truth: the Ring Core is not just a source of power—it is a link to something far greater. But in a world where strength rules, will Lucian rise to the challenge, or will the weight of destiny crush him before he can fulfill his potential? The Chronicles of Astrenveil is a tale of reincarnation, magic, and the unyielding will to break free from limits and embrace a destiny beyond imagination.
Velatrix · 5.4K Views

Chronicles of Verek

The skies had not always been so dark. The winds had not always howled with such ferocity, nor had the land known the curse of endless war. Yet on the day Varek was born, the heavens tore open as though they sought to swallow the world in flames. A tempest unlike any seen in centuries ravaged the land—a fury of lightning, rain, and earth-shattering winds, heralding the arrival of something... something that the old gods themselves feared. In the time before his birth, the seers had whispered of it, their eyes clouded with dread. The Chosen One—the Stormborn—would come, they said, carrying a blade forged in fire, one that would either bring salvation or doom. It was written in the stars, and no power in the world could change that. The prophecy spoke of the one who would stand against the tide of darkness and the coming of the Raven King, but the price of this power would be great. And so it was that when Varek was born, the winds howled, and the earth trembled, for the mark of ruin had been sealed upon him. The world wept that night, for no child should ever bear such a burden. Yet Varek did not weep. He knew not the weight of the world at that moment. But in the days that followed, the cost of his existence would become clear. The wolves of the north took him in after his mother’s death—a woman who had given her life to bring him into the world. His father—once a powerful warlord—was slain by those who had sworn to protect him. And so Varek was left to the wilderness, where the wolves raised him. They did not care for prophecy, fate, or the gods. They cared only for survival. Varek grew up wild, untamed, bound to the land, the forests, and the creatures who roamed them. His white hair—a mark of his birthright—stood out against the shadows of the wilderness, the color of frost and storm. He learned to hunt, to fight, and to survive in the harshest of conditions. But all the while, something inside him grew, something ancient and restless. The blade of his destiny, forged in the stars, had already begun to take shape. And it would not be denied.
Edwards_Libebe · 1.4K Views
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