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Ashes Of The Past

Ash and Shadow

In a world teetering on the edge of oblivion, the Black Maw has become more than a whispered legend—it is a trial that grants power at an unfathomable cost. When the sky cracked and the forgotten world began to awaken, humanity found itself caught in the grip of forces beyond comprehension. Those who survive the Maw’s trials return irrevocably changed, marked by power and burdened by the weight of their choices. Kael was not a hero. He was selfish, ruthless, and driven only by his own survival. But when he enters the Maw seeking strength, he is forced to confront something even more terrifying than the horrors lurking in the ruins: himself. In a place where morality is measured in sacrifice, Kael meets someone who forces him to question everything. When the trial reaches its crescendo, he makes a decision that no one before him ever has—killing one to save another, only to die himself in the ultimate act of selflessness. But death is not the end. Resurrected with both the greatest reward for good and the darkest power granted to the wicked, Kael emerges into a world that can no longer perceive him in absolutes. To some, he is a savior, a beacon of hope against the encroaching nightmare. To others, he is a monster whose existence threatens to unravel the fragile balance between the survivors and the unknown forces stirring in the dark. His power is bound to perception—he can only heal those who believe in his goodness, only destroy those who see him as evil. Yet even this ability is a double-edged sword, for he may shift perception at a cost that eats away at his body, mind, and soul. As war brews between those who thrived in the Maw through cruelty and the few who emerged through sacrifice, Kael stands at the precipice of a conflict that will determine the fate of both humanity and the world that seeks to reclaim its forgotten dominion. The remnants of the past whisper warnings in the ruins, and a hidden enemy—one who first awakened in the Maw’s depths—watches his every move. Haunted by his choices, hunted by those who fear or worship him, Kael must carve his own path between ash and shadow. Will he become the hero the world desperately needs, or will he be consumed by the very darkness he once embraced?
itsaguppy · 427 Views

EMPIRE OF ASHES AND VOWS

Synopsis of "Empire of Ashes and Vows" Sasha once stood by Matteo, a powerful mafia boss, building an empire with him from the ground up. Their love was intense, their bond unbreakable, until the day betrayal tore them apart. A tragic betrayal, a shattered heart, and a burning desire for revenge drove Sasha to leave the empire she helped create. For ten years, she disappeared into the shadows, nursing her wounds and plotting her revenge against the man who destroyed her life. Now, Sasha returns to the world she once ruled, but everything has changed. The empire Matteo built is crumbling under his leadership, his once unshakable power now a shadow of its former self. Despite the anger that fuels her every step, Sasha can’t ignore the lingering feelings for the man who once held her heart. Her revenge, however, will not be as straightforward as she thought. Rather than destroying Matteo outright, Sasha begins to sabotage his operations from within, causing a dangerous power struggle. Each move she makes brings her closer to him, and she soon realizes that her hatred is rooted in something deeper—a love she cannot forget. As the battle for control intensifies, Sasha is faced with a choice: to destroy Matteo completely and take her vengeance, or to give him a chance at redemption and reclaim the love they once shared. But in the ruthless world of the mafia, every decision has consequences, and betrayal runs deeper than they ever imagined. In a world built on loyalty, power, and broken vows, Sasha must decide what truly matters in the end—revenge or redemption, love or destruction. As the empire crumbles around them, their choices will determine not just their futures, but the fate of everything they once fought to build.
CREATIVEUWAILA · 584 Views

Warlord Ascendant: From the Ashes of Doomlands

A modern engineer’s soul transmigrates into the body of a baron’s second son, inheriting the blighted fiefdom of Blightspire — a realm cursed by shadowbeasts and barren soil that drove its former lord to suicide. Rejecting despair, the protagonist employs Earth-born ingenuity to weaponize catastrophe: terraforming deadlands into fertile plains, converting refugee waves into a loyal workforce, and mining cursed meteorite ores to forge revolutionary alloys. When weekly Celestial Parcels rain down — cosmic storms spawning elemental sprites (green for crop mutation, violet for flora enhancement, gold for mineral deposits, blue for summoning rare creatures) alongside ravenous Eclipseborn horrors — he declares these invasions “Divine Deliveries,” harvesting monster cores to fuel arcane engines and arm Arcanotech Colossi (steel golems fused with spellfire reactors). His council of outcasts becomes legend: Vera Hexthrone, the "Cursed Maiden" whose misfortune bends probability into a siege-breaker Ironwarden Kael, a smith-priest hammering starlit metal into railway-mounted spell-cannons The Silent Scholars, heretics decoding meteor patterns to expose a pantheon’s millennia-old prison-break scheme Through three eras of defiance — Agricultural Reformation (bio-engineered crops outproducing rival duchies), Thunderforge Expansion (rail networks deploying artillery against leviathan-class voidbeasts), and Godshatter Gambit (hijacking celestial machinery to rewrite divine edicts) — the lord of Blightspire evolves from survivalist to sovereign. His final triumph? Not merely conquering the empire, but dismantling its celestial puppetmasters to ignite an Arcanotech Renaissance, where mortal-forged spellsteel outshines the gods’ dying light.
Gelden · 1.7K Views

《Crown of Ashes》

Eleanor Valmont, an intelligent but overlooked noblewoman, is thrust into the heart of the royal court when she is betrothed to Prince Aldric, heir to the throne of Valeria. However, her marriage is not one of love but of politics—a move orchestrated by powerful noble houses seeking to manipulate the kingdom's future. From the moment she steps into the palace, she realizes she is nothing more than a pawn in a game of power, deception, and betrayal. As Eleanor navigates the treacherous court, she discovers that Aldric harbors deep resentment toward her, his heart belonging to another. Meanwhile, she crosses paths with Prince Julian, the king’s bastard son, an exiled figure with his own ambitions. He warns her that the court is not just a place of luxury but a battlefield where the weak are sacrificed. Determined to survive, Eleanor begins weaving her own web of alliances, using intelligence, charm, and calculated risks to transform herself from an expendable bride into an indispensable force. Her rise to power is not without bloodshed. She exposes treachery within the nobility, orchestrates the downfall of her rivals, and ultimately outmaneuvers those who seek to destroy her. Yet, with power comes difficult choices. As the kingdom teeters on the edge of war, Eleanor must decide: Will she remain a strategist in the shadows, or will she seize the throne for herself? With enemies closing in from all sides, a fragile kingdom at stake, and a forbidden romance threatening to unravel everything, Crown of Ashes is the story of a woman who refuses to be controlled—a queen forged in fire, rising from the ashes of betrayal.
Daoistkw8gik · 351 Views

Hallowed Be Thy Ashes

Once, there was light. Once, there were men who believed in gods, who built their kingdoms atop the bones of the fallen and drank deep from the veins of the earth, thinking themselves mighty. But the light is gone now, and the gods have drowned in the black tide of their own deceit. The world is a vast and seething thing, its skies thick with smoke that does not rise from fire but from something deeper, older—something that has been watching, waiting, hungering. The cities stand like mausoleums, their spires reaching desperately for heavens that no longer listen. In the great courts of the nobles, the masked and the damned play at civility, waltzing on floors slick with centuries of betrayal. They are not men anymore, not truly—they are echoes, puppets pulled by unseen strings, twisting their knives in games of power that no longer matter. The kings of death, their crowns rusted and their flesh long decayed, whisper prophecies of endings even they cannot fathom. Beneath the streets, beneath the stone, beneath the very skin of the world, something writhes. The dead do not sleep here, they do not rest—they plot. They whisper in voices like cracking bone, singing hymns of ruin to deities who no longer speak, who have forgotten even their own names. And yet, their will remains, etched into the marrow of creation itself. And then there is him. He has no past, no name worth carving into the annals of history. He is not a hero, nor a villain, nor even a man—he is a force, a wound torn through the fabric of a dying world. He does not rage because he chooses to. He rages because it is all there is left. He has seen the suffering, the endless cycles of deception, of power shifting from one wretched hand to another. He has seen the gods rise and fall, has watched kings build their empires only to drown in their own excess. He does not seek to rule, nor to save—he seeks only to end. But the world is not so kind as to simply burn and be done with it. No, it fights. It writhes. It plots. There are things older than kings, older than gods—things that do not want salvation, do not want balance, but only to exist, to keep the cycle turning, to let the suffering continue because it must. They whisper in the ears of the desperate, promising power, promising escape, promising meaning where there is none. They have no faces, no forms, only presence, seeping into the hearts of men, into the bones of reality itself. And so, the game continues. The nobles lie. The kings rot. The gods stir. The dead plot. And he—he burns. But even fire is not enough to cleanse this world, for the embers do not die. They scatter, carried by winds that have no master, to be caught in the hands of the next fool who thinks they are strong enough to wield them. There is no hope. No salvation. No final mercy. Only the great unraveling, the long decay, the inevitable ruin. And the jester? The jester does not laugh. For what laughter could exist in a world that has already lost? ****
Giraffed899 · 5.3K Views
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