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Naruto King Of Whit Walkers

Walker Of The Blue Sky

In a world called Infinite Soul Star, there is an extraordinary group that controls all kinds of incredible powers by mastering their Soul Force. They are called Soul Masters. Soul Masters awaken their Soul Mark which is essential to walk the path of Soul Cultivation, but they still need the Soul Orb to help them awaken. Emrys crossed over and carried a strange multicolored orb that could strengthen the Soul Orbs. The multicolored orb was simply too mysterious. It can not only strengthen the Soul Orbs and increase their quality, but it can also bring many benefits to Emrys in several ways that he could have never imagined. The Multicolored Orb also provided Emrys a SYSTEM which can help him understand the functions of the Multicolored Orb in an easy way. It changed his life completely. Not only did it grant Emrys the ability to level up the Soul Orbs to the Mythical level that no one in the world knew about, but it also provided him the "Soul Mark" that gave him the ability to manipulate space itself. But this Multicolored Orb seems to be more mysterious than Emrys originally thought. There was much more to it than just a SYSTEM and a few abilities. This Multicolored Orb was an inheritance item of a Supreme Being, one who had surpassed the constraints of a reality known as "Cultivation". In the universe, every creature engages in a relentless struggle, fighting, killing, betraying, and enduring countless hardships to advance along the path of cultivation. Yet, this Supreme Being had transcended beyond this reality. How? Let's walk on this journey together with Emrys to know the answer. At the same time, we can see how he becomes the Walker of Blue Sky. ______________________________ Readers might find grammatical errors so please ignore them and enjoy the story.
RazaKarim · 656.2K Views

KING OF Sin

Twelve-year-old Arthur knew nothing of the horrors lurking beyond the veil of reality—until the night they came for him. His home became a slaughterhouse, his family erased by monstrous entities that defied comprehension. He should have died with them. Instead, he was taken. Dragged into an abyss beyond human understanding, Arthur found himself imprisoned in a realm ruled by three beings who called themselves gods. They toyed with him, pushing him past the edge of despair, waiting for him to break. But some souls are not so easily shattered. In the depths of his suffering, something ancient stirred within him—the Eye of Wrath. A power as insatiable as the hatred burning in his heart. With it, he turned from prey to predator, slaughtering his captors and clawing his way back to a world forever changed. But revenge is never so simple. The power he wields is not unique. It is one of seven Eyes of Sin, relics of a forgotten war, cursed gifts passed down through those fated to defy the natural order. And he is not the only one who bears them. The truth unravels before him through Camila, the Chronicler of Sins, an enigmatic guide who speaks of a greater battle—of eleven hidden clans moving in the shadows, of the coming war against the Soul King, the last guardian standing between the world and eternal ruin. Arthur is no hero, but fate has bound him to this conflict. He possesses Three of the seven Eyes, an anomaly in a game rigged by forces far beyond him. With enemies closing in and allies as dangerous as the foes he faces, Arthur walks the razor’s edge between salvation and damnation. The path ahead is drenched in blood, betrayal, and the cold certainty that power demands a price. But in a world where strength is the only law, the question remains—will he be the one to change fate, or merely another pawn swallowed by the abyss
Hunter888 · 38.2K Views

Shadow-Walker

"Survival of the Fittest." For the last hundred years, that’s been the harsh reality every Sylmorian has lived by. In a world where life itself depends on Aether, Sylmora is the only country running out of it. With supplies growing scarcer by the day, people have started turning on each other—fighting, even killing—just to survive a little longer. In the middle of all this chaos, a boy wakes up with no memory. He doesn’t know his name, where he came from, or how he ended up there. He’s completely lost—until the moment he nearly sees a helpless woman get killed for her Aether. Something in him shifts. His chest tightens with a kind of ache he can’t explain. It’s as if some part of him knows this isn't how things are supposed to be. He tries to ignore it at first. But the feeling won’t go away. Eventually, he makes a decision—he’s going to do something. He doesn’t know what he’ll find, or if he can even make a difference, but he has to try. Maybe along the way, he’ll uncover why he feels this pull in the first place. Maybe he’ll help Sylmora. Maybe he’ll just get answers about who he is. But deep down, he knows this journey won’t be easy. Because the truth might not just change Sylmora. It might change him. ___ What to expect from me: Weekly Chapters (eventually will release 2 a week at some point later on) Open transparency of my process of creating a story on my social media and on my website ___ The goal of this series is to become an animated series one day. Please consider following along to see that happen! ___ *Yes the cover of the book for now is AI, but will change in the future*
SD_Walker · 3.6K Views

London Undercurrent: Psychic Walker

Under the misty and historically sedimented surface of London, there is a hidden current that ordinary people cannot imagine. Eighteen year old Alan Shaw grew up at the "Herbal Hall" Chinese medicine shop in Chinatown, East London, and was raised by a mysterious grandfather. He leads an ordinary to almost boring life: helping his grandfather manage the pharmacy during the day, smelling the fragrance of licorice and angelica; At night, they sweat and move cold goods in the dock warehouse. Fatigue is his norm, and occasionally when his fingertips brush over metal or candlelight, the fleeting strange "flowing sensation" is also attributed to his own overwork or nerve sensitivity. Grandfather's warning - 'Hide yourself, don't reveal anything special' - is the iron rule of his life. However, on a foggy midnight, fate rudely tore open the curtain of his peaceful life. On the shortcut in the abandoned shipyard area, Allen was dragged into the darkness by a sound that was not a human fight: the wild beast like roar tore apart the silence, and the metallic roar carried a piercing chill. Curiosity and an indescribable pull overwhelmed his fear of the unknown, leading him into the depths of the shadows of the steel ruins. There, he witnessed an unimaginable sight: a pale and swift ghostly figure ( Blood Clan ) engaged in a fierce battle with a muscular and partially beastly strong man ( Werewolf ) under the moonlight. Their power transcends the boundaries of physics, as blood light and claws pierce through thick fog. Even more deadly, a wild werewolf out of control sensed his gaze and charged straight towards him! At the critical moment, the suppressed and vaguely perceived "energy" in Allen's body fluctuated uncontrollably, like a stone thrown into a calm pond, instantly disrupting the invisible force field of the entire battlefield. This unexpected energy ripple not only exposed him, but also attracted the intervention of a mysterious woman who claimed to be the Guardian, Lena White. Her appearance saved Allen, but also plunged him completely into the hidden abyss known as' The Veiled World 'beneath the glamorous facade of London. Alan finally realized that the "energy" he perceived was the power of the origin of all things - Anima. Those who are born or awakened, able to perceive, absorb, and use spiritual energy like him, are called Animates. In this world, wizards weave arcades, witches communicate with nature, vampires (a blood race that claims to be the "Crimson Council") thirst for eternal life, werewolves (following the ancient "Silver Moon Oath") roar under the moon, and various forces such as alchemists, Druids, and psychic warriors maintain a fragile balance under ancient rules, hiding together in mortal society. And what broke this balance and caused a bloody storm was a mysterious organization called 'Ouroboros'. They crazily chased after the nine legendary Prime Glyphs left by ancient beings, each representing a subversive and almost world rule-based way of using spiritual energy, such as the "Weaving of Life" that manipulates life, the "Anchor Point of Time and Space" that interferes with time and space, and the "Return of All Things" that devours all things... They are powerful enough to rewrite reality and the ultimate treasure coveted by all ambitious people.
HCAH · 27.9K Views

Script Walker

Her fingers shook,not from weakness. From the need to control something. Anything. Me. "I want them all dead," she whispered into my shoulder. "Every. Last. One." I wrapped my arms around her. Let her tremble. Not because I cared. But because this was where empires were born: not on thrones, but in broken chambers and whispered grief. "It's already begun," I said into her hair. She looked up at me,those green eyes glassy with heat and hatred. "You'll kill them for me?" "No," I said. "I'll kill them for *us*." She kissed me like a drowning woman. No ceremony. No coyness. Just hunger and rage tangled into something that barely felt human. And I gave her what she needed,not love, not comfort, but the illusion of control. That's what sex is. A chess move with sweat. We collapsed onto her bed like monarchs of ashes. Her grief was my weapon. My whispers were her gospel. And somewhere, beneath all the heat and hatred, she forgot that her son had screamed. I didn't. Later, when the candlelight dimmed and she finally fell asleep beside me,arm thrown over my chest like a claim,I stared at the ceiling, replaying the scene in my mind. Her son's death wasn't clean. It wasn't meant to be. It was a ritual. One sacrifice to awaken a world not yet ready. I opened my HUD. [Narrative Skill: Cinematic Reflexes - Passive Trigger: PLANNED COMBAT SCENE- EXECUTED PERFECTLY] [Event Branching Complete: Historical Rewrite Unlocked] [Villain Proximity Rising: The Scriptorian watches your edits.] Good. Let him watch. The Director's Cut could hide behind his twisted timelines all he wanted,this was my spinoff now.
Nà_thaniel · 7K Views

King Of Hearts [BL]

Hao Lou screwed up. Massively. One moment he was tossing a book to scare off some thieving celestial monkeys. The next? Boom. The most sacred artifact in the heavens—the Golden Book of Matrimony—was flying straight into the Mortal Realm's Doomswirl Portal. “NOOOO!!” he shrieked, sprinting to the edge of the spiral. “I’LL GIVE YOU MORE MELON SEEDS, JUST GIVE IT BACK!” The monkey? Unbothered. The book? Gone. Just like his job, his status, and possibly his immortal soul. Because if the Heavenly Emperor found out? Hao Lou was going to get demoted. Not just demoted-He was bound to be reborn as a chicken. Over. And over. And eaten every single time. “NO. I’m not getting deep-fried for this!” he shouted, stomping around the Eternal Spiral like a lunatic. So he did what any responsible, panic-stricken deity would do. He slapped a note on his front door: “CULTIVATING. DO NOT DISTURB. And with that, he jumped into the swirling cloud of doom. Now stuck in the modern world, he has to retrieve the scattered pieces of the Book of Matrimony before the heavens catch on—and he ends up on a dinner plate. But locating the divine artifact isn’t so easy... Until he meets a strange young man. One who, for some reason, can actually see the lost fragments. With this mysterious human’s help, Hao Lou begins piecing the book back together. Everything seems fine until— “Wait,” Hao Lou gasps one night. “What is this… why is this young man hugging me from behind?!” Now he’s asking the only place he knows for answers. “Asking this online: why is my friend/coworker trying to kiss me at night? Seeking answers…”
Lullabybao · 10.5K Views
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