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The Last Of Us Tess Is Kidnapped

The Last Guardian of the Real

Lior, a 17-year-old cartographer, is known as "The Eye of the Real," a gift and a curse that allows him to perceive fissures in the fabric of existence. Abandoned at the age of seven by his own family—the "Protectors of Light"—in the Whispering Wastelands, Mael (his birth name, now almost forgotten) was stigmatized by a strange spiral mark on his palm, the manifestation of his connection to the Void. His abandonment was a forced sacrifice due to a forbidden experiment by the Arcons—mage-engineers who control the weave of reality—that fractured the veil between planes. Lior, marked to "seal" these fractures, became trapped on the edges of existence, disconnected from the normal flow of mortals. Armed with the Memory Quill, a stylograph whose inkwell contains ether ink, Lior navigates the fractured realms. With each stroke, the quill allows him to draw reality paths to teleport through cracks and to make his drawings gain temporary consistency. However, each use comes with a devastating price: Lior "forgets" fragments of his own life—memories of his family and his dreams—a sacrifice that pains him more than nothingness itself. His internal conflict centers on this painful paradox: he must sacrifice his past to save reality, but fears losing himself in the process. His mission is clear and desperate: the nothingness, a primordial force that feeds on dissolution, is consuming the realms at an alarming rate. To stop this collapse, Lior must infiltrate the Wandering Tower, a flying fortress of the Arcons that peregrinates over the fractured realms. His objective is to steal the Heart of the Real, a living crystal that anchors and sustains all existence. In his journey, Lior faces the Ethereal Guardians, manifestations of the Void that pursue those who dare to defy nothingness. His ability as "The Eye of the Real" allows him to evade them and manipulate his own perception to survive. As he progresses, Lior discovers that the one responsible for the initial fracture is the Archicar, a renegade mage-engineer who now seeks to extract the Heart of the Real to rewrite reality in his image, creating a new order under his control. The infiltration of the Wandering Tower is a test of ingenuity and sacrifice. Lior must navigate the Arcons' arcane defenses, confront their creations, and finally, confront the Archicar. During this confrontation, Lior is forced to use the Memory Quill in increasingly extreme ways, losing crucial memories and battling the Song of the Void, the constant hum of nothingness that threatens to consume his mind. In the climax, Lior must make a heartbreaking decision: will he sacrifice his last cherished memory to gain the power needed to stop the Archicar and restore the Heart of the Real? The battle is not only for the existence of the realms but for Lior's own identity. In the end, he manages to stop the Archicar and stabilize the Heart of the Real, but the price is immense. Reality begins to heal, the cracks slowly close, and the fractured realms find a new balance. Lior, now a true "guardian of the real," has saved existence, but his mind is a blurred canvas of lost memories. However, the scar on his palm, his connection to the Void, is no longer a stigma of abandonment, but a symbol of his sacrifice and purpose. He has found new meaning in his existence in protecting the realms, accepting that, although abandoned by his past, he has forged a future for all. His journey as the last guardian continues, navigating the edges of reality, always vigilant against the threat of the Void.
silversblaze · 509 Views

Last Song of the Nation

A forgotten kingdom. A sacred vow. A journey home across centuries. Centuries ago, the fate of a young Vietnamese noblewoman became entwined with the rise and fall of the Champa kingdom. Her name was Thanh Mai—a girl of silken grace and iron spirit, whose heart beat with forbidden love and a fierce loyalty to truth. Her story was nearly lost… until one man dared to follow its echo. In modern-day California, Kien Quoc—a quiet Vietnamese-American engineer—receives his father’s dying wish: return to Vietnam and uncover the roots of their family’s past. His journey leads him into the heart of central Vietnam, where sacred towers sleep beneath moss and myth, and where the memory of Champa lingers in song, stone, and silence. Guided by dreams and joined by Sari, a Balinese journalist equally devoted to Southeast Asia’s lost civilizations, Kien stumbles upon a revelation that challenges history, identity, and the very idea of nationhood. Along the way, they unearth a secret chamber beneath the holy valley of My Son—and within it, a truth that changes everything. Told in sweeping, poetic prose, Last Song of the Nation weaves together two timelines: the fall of Champa through the eyes of a young woman trapped between war and destiny, and a contemporary quest for heritage, love, and healing. At its core lies a question that haunts generations: What do we owe the past, and what can it still teach us today? This is a novel of memory and migration, of culture and compassion, of spirits that never die and songs that still carry across the wind.
dai9999 · 3.5K Views

I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT. Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. he was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. “Here?” “Princess?” He paused. His hand landed somewhere I should have expected, but for some reason completely forgot. And when his hot hands touched womanhood, my breath hitched. He growled low and possessively asked “And here?”
devonany · 194.9K Views

The Melody Of Us

The girl named Anaya, a quiet 18-year old university student in Hyderabad, who has never believed in love. surrounded by friends who drift in and out of relationships, she keeps her heart guarded, afraid of being left behind. the fear of abandonment clings to her so tightly that even the idea of love feels terrifying. but one day, she decided to love later it turns misunderstanding which is broke her heart even deeply. later, overwhelmed by loneliness and the ache of longing, she makes a bold choice that if love in real life is too painful, I'll choose someone from my imagination. then she choose a Chinese actor named Yu Chen, who she often sees in dramas and he becomes her quiet escape, and she decides to fall in love with him. not for who he is, but for how his acting, singing makes her feel, safe, distant, unreachable. she knows it hurts. she knows this kind of love is lonely too. but she lets herself fall. on countless nights, she pours her emotions into the sky, whispering to the moon, hoping somehow he might hear her silent confessions. in her sorrow, she begins to write stories filled with feelings she could never speak. under a secret penname, her words travel far, touching lives and earning her quiet fame. her success finally brings her the chance to go to Beijing, the place where he lives. And now the real love story begins... of how she crossed borders, not just between countries, but between fear and courage. of how she learned that even the most distant dreams can begin to bloom when you believe in yourself. and how, through every heartbreak, every whispered prayer under the moonlight... she didn't just find him... she found herself... and in the quiet melody of her heart, she was finally... loved back. can she...
Daydreamerzh · 40.7K Views
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