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Forging A Kingdom From Ruin

In a world where three mighty empires circle like vultures around the dying Kingdom of Eldoria, Prince Silas Cinder awakens with the memories of Kael Victor - a brilliant 21st-century engineer who died in an earthquake. Trapped in the frail body of the "Cursed Prince," Silas must use his modern knowledge and analytical mind to save a realm that seems doomed to conquest or collapse. With only 42,000 citizens remaining, an empty treasury, and enemies on all borders, Eldoria appears to be beyond salvation. But Silas sees potential where others see only decay. Using principles of engineering and systematic thinking, he begins to transform not just the kingdom's infrastructure, but its very approach to survival. From learning to manage his crippling health condition through innovative sword aura techniques to proposing unprecedented diplomatic solutions with the surrounding empires, Silas must prove that intelligence and determination can triumph over raw power. His vision at first: to forge Eldoria into a neutral center of innovation that serves all three empires while maintaining its independence. But can a sickly prince with revolutionary ideas survive long enough to see his kingdom transformed? And will the people of Eldoria trust their future to a ruler who thinks more like an engineer than a traditional monarch? This is the story of how the weakest prince of the weakest kingdom began building something that could stand for a thousand years.
Malinote · 12K Views

MASTERPIECE OF RUIN

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.
Expressive_Potatoe · 11.7K Views

City Of Angels

Angela Hernandez is a spoiled sixteen year old rich girl who causes chaos everywhere she goes. But this time she’s really done it because now because after a pranked gone wrong that end up killing a student, she has been expelled from the school and now her angry parents are sending her to a Catholic boarding school so they can fix her. On their way to the school they argue in the car and get involved in a huge accident that kills them all, well all except Angela because she has come back to life, but not as a human but as an angel. Angela now lives with her funky Grandmother in a mansion in L.A and doesn’t take her to boarding school but instead to attend a school in L.A, it’s an opportunity for her to have a fresh start. But then she notices some changes in her, she has special abilities that can make her teleport and go through walls, she has even become more flexible than she was and stronger. She puts her powers to the test going around L.A. but then she spots something strange a dark cloud following a woman. When she follows the cloud and the woman she sees a demon doing something bad to her, she tries to stop the demon. But she’s not skilled at fighting demons. That’s until a group of teenagers come out of the shadows to fight off the demons in a skillful effortless way. Wendy, James and Chris tell Angela that they’re nephilims. Half angel, half human hybrids who protect humans from demons. And they tell Angela that a halo has entered her body and she’s now an angel and that the reason why there’s a halo inside her is because someone stole halos from heaven and is putting it in humans to build an army against God. The nephilims show Angela their headquarters and they teach her how to use her abilities. She’s introduced into the supernatural world and she tries to navigate herself as an angel while trying to become a new person as a teenage girl who is still in high school.
Emibriggsss · 26.1K Views
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