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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? **** Will be posted on Royal Road under the alias Truthbetold.
Giraffed899 · 3.3K Views

HIGH SCHOOL DIARIES (A Tale Of Love And Deception)

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] High School Kings and Queens SEASON 1, VOLUME 1 [Main story completed] Synopsis: At Ivory High, Six students face an intense battle not just in academics, but in life. Secrets, family backgrounds, friendships, teen love, and the thirst for fame drive the competition. A once-ignored student rises to fame in mysterious ways, stirring opposition and igniting a fierce academic and social war. As tensions rise, the fight for the coveted titles of King and Queen of Ivory High becomes more dangerous, pulling everyone into a high-stakes game. Follow this Jaw dropping teen drama as the fight for powers drove people to the brink of madness and evil, but unknown to them school rivalry wasn't the main issue, a deadly,evil, savage, demonic cult threaten to swallow them all with its savage customs which purpose was to restore supernatural balance, but doing this they were indirectly tempting death to do it's worse. SCANDALS IN PARADISE VOLUME 2 SEASON 2 [Ongoing] Summary Returning to the prestigious academy of kings and queens, the students' attempts to integrate sparked a deadly conflict, leading to widespread devastation and a series of murders. Beneath the school lies a secret, concealed for 500 years to protect humanity. During a school event, a terrifying creature was unleashed from a hidden dimension, causing an apocalypse. This event opened a secret realm dominated by deadly supernatural forces capable of ending humanity or restoring balance. However, shadows of the past threaten to disrupt the universe's peace by any means necessary. Excerpt "What do you think you're doing, Ava?" Sylvia demanded, eyeing Ava as she approached the statue with the deathly inscription. Rose glanced around, trying to make sense of the shadowy figure near the door. "Guys, I don't think we're meant to touch that," Emily warned. "I think something is trapped in there." "Oh, that? I might have pushed it slightly, by mistake," Ava replied meekly. "Oh my gosh, you did that on purpose! We're doomed! I told you not to touch anything," Sylvia exclaimed, clearly terrified. Suddenly, thunder rumbled as the heavens shook mightily.
Prince_Dammy · 219.4K Views

NIGHTS OF HALLOW

~•No Escape•~ "Are you running away from me, my sweet girl" spoke a voice in the hallway that made her stop in her tracks. The hallway had turned dark with only the wall lamps that burned brightly casting the shadow of the man on the floor as he slowly emerged from the other end. "What are you doing here, your majesty," She said and bowed immediately as she saw him approach her with slow but steady steps. "You haven't answered me, sweet" The man said with a sweet smile that made her wary and he heard the way her heart skipped a beat. He stood before her and used his index finger to raise her chin. He tilted his head as he gazed into her green eyes that looked back at him with fear. He took a step forward closing the distance between them and his eyes narrowed when she took a step back, but that didn't stop him from cornering her. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He continued to question and she didn't miss the mockery behind his words. "I…I" she felt her words tied to her tongue because of the man's daunting aura. She felt him trace her forehead with his finger down to her jaw. He continued moving his hand down to her neck and to the top of her swell and her thudding heart hitched when his hand continued to stay there. "Did you think you can escape from me?" He bent towards her as he spoke. His breath fell on her neck which sent a jolt that traveled down her body. "I told you, you're tied to me and me to you" _______________________ Perdita Kartar was a winsome yet strange young lady. She had an appealing beauty with her green eyes that invoked and impelled anyone who gazed into them. She had fooled her villagers so she could live and protect herself and her remaining family from the night creatures and also humans. But what was bizarre of all, was that Perdita had a secret she shared with no one. She had lived in the village since she was little, and over the years, she had been discreet with each move she made. Unfortunately, things didn't go as she planned. Despite her cautious decorum and fight to stay out of sight, a pair of glacial red eyes falls on her, which followed and refused to leave her out of sight.
Amzy_Bella · 908.5K Views

I was An Immortal Painter

The Genius Who Painted the Future Ron was just an orphan—a boy left with nothing but a small house, a sharp mind, and an unbreakable will. He walked the halls of his scholarship-funded school with dignity, despite being surrounded by the sneers of the wealthy elite who saw him as nothing more than a poor commoner. But Ron was different. He refused to be ordinary. With no money, no connections, and no privileges, Ron picked up a paintbrush—the first step on his journey to greatness. And then, the System awakened. > [SYSTEM ACTIVATED] Your path to the future begins now. The System didn’t just grant him abilities—it measured his growth, guiding him as he mastered painting, science, mathematics, and engineering. With every stroke of his brush, his skills grew sharper, his intelligence soared, and soon, his paintings became legendary. His art could mesmerize, captivate, and even create illusions so lifelike that people felt as if they had stepped into another world. But painting was just the beginning. Using his growing intelligence, Ron unraveled the mysteries of the universe, rewriting scientific theories, designing groundbreaking technologies, and pioneering advancements far beyond human understanding. His name spread across the world—not just as an artist, but as a young scientist, entrepreneur, and innovator. And when aliens invaded Earth, humanity awakened to new powers, but Ron? He had already surpassed them. With the Spirit stat unlocking hidden superpowers, Ron ventured beyond the limits of human strength, speed, and intelligence—creating advanced technologies like teleportation, quantum AI, and interstellar weapons. But despite his rising fame, wealth, and power, Ron remained the same boy at heart—the one who wanted to see pure smiles in a cruel world. From an orphan to a genius… From a painter to a scientist… From a student to the hope of humanity. This is the story of Ron, the boy who painted the future.
RAIZEL_RONAN · 274 Views

Bloodstained Sovereign

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."
denj1ii · 3.6K Views

The Eyes of Laceration

“Kuha!” I gasped and backed away, plunging out my lance out of ‘Amaranth’s’ chest. Blood seeped out of my mouth in quite literally deathly amounts. But I did not waver, I might be close to dying, my body is collapsing, but my will isn’t. “Major… no, Kiera.” I spoke, although barely. “Always remember; there are no victors in war, only survivors with scars.” My knees buckled, and I fell to one. “Also, write it on my tombstone: …” I struggled and stood back up again. Coughing up blood, I glared unto the now heavily injured Omega class with hate so pure, passion instilled, and commitment to burn. “… on the day of December 31st, year 2060, Harbinger of Humanity’s Ordinance, died with badassery, slaying a god.” For a good 5 seconds, I was met with silence before I received an answer. “…Alright. I will make sure. Now go and kick its ass.” A deep sigh resounded in my ears. I smirked, for one final attack, I let my Exsia run rampant and uncontrolled. Amaranth glared at me with contempt as it also began to prepare its final attack. “Arrogant human, I admit that you posses sufficient might to harm me. But you fall short from killing me, feel the wrath of heaven, be torn asunder repeatedly again!” A giant sword of pure crimson energy appeared behind it as I felt the Exsia fluctuations from it. Again, white flames burst out from my frame, burning to its brightest state. “A star is most brilliant before its death, heaven may fall, but I stand tall: BERNSTEIN!!!” I shouted, as I lunged forward unto the devastating attack in front of me, capable of leveling entire countries, but my attack did not waver and a bright white light engulfed my vision, taking me into its embrace. Then I heard a gentle whispering voice. [What would you wish for if you could live your life again?]
Nakamura_Shun · 3.7K Views

The Hallowed World [Isekai Progression Fantasy]

He was summoned to this world to save it. He fought for it, to save his sister. Shawn was an emerging engineer before a portal pulled him and his cousin from Earth. He was told by the person who summoned him that they would save the world. Except, his summoner just used the last of her divinity to get him here, and they're outmatched against her insidious, power-hungry brother. He commands an army of zealots determined to make the world whole, or shatter what’s left of the hollow planet to pieces. But Shawn has a mission of his own, to find his sister, kidnapped to this strange planet of gods, magic and monsters. He makes a deal to help his depowered summoner, in exchange for helping launch a rescue mission, and imbues a dangerous power into himself. Now armed with the powers of fire, ice, and force, plus his engineering knowledge, he'll equip his friends with cutting-edge weapons and equipment inspired by Earth technology to give them the edge they need, and jump-start a magitech revolution. Shawn and his allies will delve deep into this nested realm of monsters, mysteries, and secrets, toward the core world in their efforts to confront a tyrant deity… Take flight into the depths of Remaria! What to expect: * A fantasy adventure into a fractured world, with detailed worldbuilding and complex characters. The main POV is Shawn for 80-90% of the story. * Progression elements are more than numbers--allies will bond, powers will grow, and tech will advance. * Violence and danger are lurking elements in Remaria, as are mysteries and secrets buried within the depths of the world. * Rating: PG-13. There's violence, the heroes have old wounds in their past, and some language. Expect some sensual content of a non-explicit kind down the line. * This story is a somewhat slow burn. The characters will keep progressing, as will the dangers they face.
Magius_Swiftscale_6066 · 2.5K Views

Salem's Rebel

Crazy forbidden love and passion, had driven Lilith out of Salem, the home of witches, the only home she had known for years. Birthing a human in the witches’ world was considered a curse to them because of the legend they believed in, which went like this “when humans came, died witches fame. The watchers intervened, extinguishing both their flames” this led them to believing that humans would be the reason for their downfall and the wiping out of their clan by the watchers. She is banished to live and suffer in the contemporary world amongst the humans whom she was so much drawn to, all the while taking care of her only son. Lilith successfully learns to hide her true identity from the humans, while protecting her son from both enemies within and without. However, being secretive is always considered suspicious anywhere be it humans or witches. Therefore calamity was bound to occur. Will she be able to overcome these hardships? Or will her son become her legacy, her reason to enact revenge upon the witches, for the deathly suffering they both were subjected to? Armaros: “Armaros” meaning curse, the name given to him by the witches after his mother Lilith, had disobeyed the very laws that governed their world. Though at a young age, he couldn't understand why he was mocked for his hair and eye color, he soon grew to understand why and what they stood for. The witches claimed to be the superior race, yet the elders from their clan refused to closely approach him, making him wonder why, after all he was only but a feeble, harmless human. Forces beyond human and witches reality, soon begin unfolding like little rose petals before his eyes, making him question his mother on the true origins of his birth. When he finds out, will he be able to accept this new identity and carry on the burden that drags alongside it? Or will he keep seeking revenge for the shame that was brought by the witches upon his mother, slowly driving him into irredeemable darkness? Or thus will "love”, the reason for his mother's suffering be a firm support to him, helping him lighten the weight of the burden he carries? Excerpt In the contemporary world: The last bell to end the classes for the day rang, and a black haired boy picked up his bag heading outside the school dormitory, while four other students accompanied him as they spoke to each other on their separate ways home. Armaros soon arrived at his destination, looking around, before calling out, “Mother, mother I'm back” but there was no reply so, he went into the kitchen where she was usually always at, either cooking or cleaning. On getting there, the pungent smell of blood welcomed him and he looked below the kitchen counter to see his mother’s throat slit and her eyes staring at him with a hollowness in there. Beside her body lay a letter which read "from your loving….. find out yourself” with a smirking sticker glued beside the letter. *** Female lead will be introduced later in the book. Please feel free to drop reviews on this book and vote if you want. For updates and more information, reach out to author on; Email: justtrouble021@gmail.com Instagram: just_trouble45 Discord: Just_trouble#3566 You can also join our discord server to discuss this book and many more with other readers, when you follow my Instagram page and click on the discord link in my bio.
Just_trouble · 1.4K Views
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