The Last Of The Sun Viking Fantasy

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.

In the deepest cavern below the world, the Blackbaast holds many Noble Houses. For Artemis of the Lunastre Family, Nobility is more of a curse than a blessing. If he weren't from such a prominent House, he could easily obscure his defect. He would have no need to keep the Spirit he contracted with a secret, and he certainly wouldn't have to fight for his own survival, spirited to a strange city of monsters by the whims of Fate. This is the story of many figures who are puzzle pieces of an inevitability, something long-fated, mysteries that scream their threats to emerge from their abyssal cavern. Shadows tremble in the depths, encompassed worlds obscuring the many dangerous secrets of history. Might they be unraveled, all ways of life would be threatened. But to climb higher requires risks, to seek the light requires a Gambit of Lifetimes. Only when one determines themselves capable of risking it all, can all prosper. This is the tale of a Crownless Prince, of the Last of Lords. [+++] Cover by @lqbtae.

In a decaying future where reality is held together by ancient, invisible threads, the world relies on a mysterious force known as the Loom to maintain the Laws of existence. Every cycle, thousands are Chosen—dragged into the Vestige Layer, a fragmented nightmare realm where survival unlocks power and the Laws of the universe become weapons. But when Cael Ren, a street-born orphan from the industrial underbelly of New Kaelstrom, is Called, something goes wrong. The Loom tries to erase him. Instead, it fractures. Marked by a cracked crescent sigil and denied a Law, Cael awakens in the Vestige not as a Chosen, but as something unwritten—Threadless. His presence distorts the rules, defies the system, and draws the attention of forgotten horrors that remember a time before the Loom existed. Now, hunted by Lawbound abominations, distrusted by survivors, and stalked by an ancient presence whispering through his blood, Cael must unravel the secrets of his own origin—and the truth behind the so-called “Last Law” that even the gods tried to forget. Because the Loom is failing. And the last thread might be him.

In the year 2025, a curious linguist named Liam Routh discovers an ancient, untitled book hidden deep within the archives of a massive private library. Bound in leather and sealed with a forgotten symbol—a sun pierced by three arrows—the book claims to hold the true story of Kael of No-Name, a boy erased from his powerful family line over four thousand years ago. As Liam begins to read, the air shifts. The ink glows. And suddenly, he’s not just reading the story—he’s living it. Transported to a time of ruthless warlords, forgotten gods, and wild desert lands, Liam follows the audacious journey of Kael: a castaway prince turned rebel dreamer who escapes his tyrannical bloodline to forge a kingdom of laughter, love, and freedom in a land untouched by empire. With a band of misfits by his side—including a drunk who thinks he’s royalty, a seductive thief, and a spear-wielding queen—Kael dares to challenge fate, conquer chaos, and rewrite history. But kingdoms built on ideals are often the first to be tested by war.

MY BOOK IS BASED ON MY PERSONAL CREATION AND THE FANTASY STORIES THAT I OFTEN DREAM OF . IT MAY BE BORING TO OTHERS . BUT FOR ME , ITS MY FANTASY WORLD.

The world was consumed by a vile corruption brought from beyond – the sun dimmed, and life as we know it was almost extinguished. And yet it was not the end but merely the beginning. Long after the disaster, a lone survivor awakens with a newfound power to wield the divine flames and many questions about the past. He embarks on a long journey to burn the rot away, discover what's left of the old world and maybe, just maybe, ascend to divinity. Cover art by: me

Follow the incredible journey of Alex Hayes, from his beginnings as a captivating teen actor in the early 1980s to becoming the greatest, most recognizable movie star the world has ever seen. In a Hollywood timeline reimagined without icons Tom Cruise & Brad Pitt, Alex rises to dominate the silver screen. Watch as this nearly flawless hero conquers the industry, starring in beloved 80s teen classics and explosive 90s blockbusters, all while navigating fame and dating some of the most glamorous stars of the era. This is a story for readers who love Hollywood tales, legendary careers built from scratch, and seeing a hero achieve ultimate success. If that sounds like your kind of read, dive into the legend of Alex Hayes. (Note: The story's heroine is on book cover.)

A boy from modern earth died and reborn in the world of sword and magic. The clan he is born into is similar to the viking warriors from earth. The boy although believing the clan to be strong, he also believe they are reckless, not to mention, the dire need of magicians to heal wounds, as there aren't many shamans in the clan. Thus, the boy made the decision to protect the clan using his knowledge and make it most formidable force in the continent. PS: I do not own the picture.

Long ago, when hell split open, thousands of demonic beings crawled out. Pope Luthian II was terrified. He did not understand what had happened—but he knew something had to be done. With every ounce of faith, he cried out to the gods. To his absolute astonishment, they responded. Through their divine guidance, he founded the Order of the Severed Sun—an elite brotherhood of holy knights tasked with hunting down the creatures that had escaped from hell. But these knights were no ordinary warriors. They were granted power by the Sun God himself. In return, each knight had to offer something deeply personal as sacrifice—something they could never regain. The Order fought with everything they had. And in the end, they succeeded—sealing the gates of hell once more. Centuries passed, and the Order still stood. The gates remained closed, but the world was far from cleansed. Among the Order’s warriors was Reinhart the One-Armed, a famed knight who had sacrificed his limb for divine strength. During the cleansing of a remote village rumored to harbor a demon, Reinhart found something unexpected: a six-year-old boy. Reinhart made a decision. He would take the boy in. He would raise him. And he would train him... to become his successor.

Long gone was the age of the gods… Long gone are those tales that lived through time and defied fate itself… Olympus has fallen, and the pantheon crumbled, like a temple with no pillars or a home that no longer served its purpose. The last ballad has been sung, and glory withered like a dying flower on the incoming winter. Fire, ash, and blood reigned supreme when the secret was revealed. The vulture and the owl—two opposites, the different sides of the same coin, rivals who defied the common status quo of “once an enemy, will always be enemies.” But what if love all of a sudden came at them? Piercing through their souls that even the goddess of love’s prowess could never fathom such a circumstance. The war and wisdom—the deities who were deemed too similar yet too different at the same time. What if those stories about them were nothing more than figments of a mortal’s imagination? What if the character was no more—the loathing gone, and what remained was an unexpected understanding towards each other? Ares and Athena—what if something sparked between them and defied the order of Olympus?

A spark that keeps burning

Alexander was the greatest tyrant in history. His cruel, brutal and vicious reign struck fear in his enemies and allies alike. But that all ended when he was betrayed by his own people and beheaded by his archrival. As Alexander's consciousness faded away all he could think of is all the faults he made, how he could have avoided them, how unlucky he had been, and his wrath and unwillingness to die at the hands of the man he hated most! But unexpectedly he was given not only the answers to these questions, but also a second chance to right all his many wrongs. The cover is not mine.

"When fantasy becomes reality; does it promise freedom—or more pain than the harshest truth?" Trapped in a suffocating world, Kizu Kiyoshi finally encounters the impossible: reality transforming into a fantasy. Desperate to escape the weight of his "truth," he dives into this new world seeking liberation. Yet, his journey unveils more than an escape—it forces him to confront deeper truths and challenges him to find meaning in a realm where illusion and reality intertwine.

She closed her eyes waiting for the worse . . . "Please, don't hurt me." Instead of pain, she felt his hand moving across her face. . . "I won't, after all, are you not my master?" (A slow-pacing action, romance, fantasy, a little bit of psychology and realism)

Marq is a well known author who lives a simple life. He feeds the homeless, volunteers and donates large sums of money to charity that is until his life comes to an unforeseen stop. Now floating in-between the plane of life and death Marq must pave a future for himself.

The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

Solarex Caelum was born in secret and raised far away from the royal palace. His mother died because of royal jealousy, and he grew up hating the kingdom that took everything from him. Now, he is known as the Sun Emperor—a powerful warrior with the fire of the sun burning inside him. When a dark group called Umbra Manus begins a plan to destroy the world using blood magic and old rituals, Solarex is forced to return to the land he once escaped from. As danger grows and shadows rise, he must face his past, uncover deep secrets, and stop the darkness before it spreads. But the fire inside him is not normal... It grows stronger every day. And if he loses control—everything might burn.

They say the sky burns brighter above Emberholt. Some believe it’s the reflection of a kingdom's burning pride. Others say it's a warning — a flame waiting to consume everything. But the truth is sharper than legend: It’s watching. In the world of Arkanis, power is not gifted. It is taken. And the ones who take it? They train at The Grey Flame Academy — a crucible for the ambitious, the dangerous, and the cursed. Here, students from across the five kingdoms gather to master the blade and the Sigil, two paths that determine their strength, their future, and their survival. Commoners, nobles, and royals alike are thrown into the same fire. Ten pairs of instructors — one swordmaster, one Sigil guide — forge the next generation of warriors. But few rise. Fewer endure. And among them, ten have climbed to the top, untouchable and feared. They are known only as Void. Void doesn’t speak for itself. It doesn’t need to. Its name echoes through the halls like a curse. These are not students. They are future kings and queens of war. Legends in training. Silent blades. If you face one, you don’t graduate. You disappear. Sky stands above even them. The top of the Void. The academy's number one. A student with no title, no noble house, and no reason to trust anyone. He didn’t chase power. Power chased him. And now, every step he takes ripples across the kingdom. Beneath the academy lies the Sigil Celestial Crystal, a relic older than the kingdom itself. It does not grant power. It exposes it. Those who attempt to bond with it either ascend beyond recognition... or vanish without a trace. The crystal doesn’t choose champions. It dares them. As Emberholt's royal bloodlines fracture, war brews beneath ceremony and silence. The throne is empty, and five ancient families sharpen their knives under the veil of honor. The academy becomes more than a school — it becomes a battlefield. Every duel is political. Every rise in rank a threat. And Sky? He’s the biggest threat of all. Inside the academy, ranks define reality. Magic is measured across fifteen escalating Sigil tiers. Swordsmanship spans twenty brutal levels. Every student fights to rise. Some for honor. Some for vengeance. Some for nothing but survival. But the truth is, power comes at a cost. Friends become rivals. Rivals become corpses. And alliances are broken faster than bones. Behind every lesson is manipulation. Behind every challenge is a test of loyalty. And those who reach the top must face more than enemies. They must face what the academy has become: a machine for war, designed to create weapons in human skin. As Sky rises, shadows close in. Whispers of rebellion. Secrets buried beneath banners. And a throne that demands blood. He doesn’t want it. But destiny doesn’t ask. The Grey Flame doesn’t burn for justice. It burns for conquest. And the Void stands ready. Welcome to Arkanis. Welcome to the fire.

A betrayed warrior is reborn in a world on the brink of ruin! Kael, a military strategist slain by a false friend, awakens in the frail body of Arion Vaelis, a boy in a doomed village. But he is not alone: the Éther, an ancient and dark power, pulses in his veins, whispering promises of greatness… and destruction. When Lord Varkis, a flame-wreathed emissary of the Fire Kingdom, razes the village seeking children with forbidden gifts, Kael unleashes a force beyond his understanding, obliterating his foe in a burst of purple magic that warps time itself.Branded a heretic by his own people and hunted by a kingdom that turns children into weapons, Kael flees into the forest with a broken amulet and a sinister voice in his mind tempting him with devastating power. His eyes, now glowing with a purple sheen, reflect a vow: if the world wants him dead, he will bend it to his will first.Dive into this epic dark fantasy of betrayal, untamed magic, and a hero teetering between glory and ruin. The echo has awakened, and a kingdom’s fate hangs by a thread! Can Kael master the Éther, or will it be his undoing? > Weekly updates: a new chapter every Saturday. Follow the protagonist’s journey, step by step, week by week.

Winter, gadis muda dari desa kecil yang dikenal karena ketegarannya, harus mengubur impian masa mudanya saat sang ayah terlilit utang besar kepada seorang bangsawan kaya raya dan dingin bernama Sebastian Ashbourne. Demi menebus utang itu, Winter 'dijual' ke keluarga bangsawan tersebut — bukan sebagai pelayan, bukan pula sebagai tamu kehormatan, tetapi sebagai "jaminan hidup", sebuah posisi yang menggantung antara budak dan tamu, tanpa hak, namun harus tunduk. Dengan keyakinan bahwa ini adalah awal dari kehidupan yang lebih baik — atau setidaknya bebas dari kemiskinan — Winter melangkah masuk ke rumah megah itu. Namun yang ia temui hanyalah dinginnya tembok batu, tatapan sinis para pelayan, dan perlakuan kasar dari sang bangsawan. Hari-harinya dipenuhi hinaan, makian, dan tugas-tugas yang seolah sengaja dibuat untuk menjatuhkan harga dirinya.

She wanted to touch the sky... even if that sky consumed her too. Nozomi was only eight when she found her sister Haruka's lifeless body-the brightest idol Japan had ever seen, and one of the greatest voices the world had known. Since that day, Haruka's final note has echoed in Nozomi's heart like a song that refuses to fade. Now sixteen, Nozomi chooses to walk the same path, unaware of the illusions and chains hidden behind the spotlight. When producers hear her voice-so divine, so achingly perfect they believe it could move heaven itself-they pair her with Japan's best young pianist, a blind, seventeen-year-old prodigy. Together, they form HaneulVibe-a new group meant to carry the legacy of Haruka's fallen idol empire, whose collapse left a scar on the entire industry. But as Nozomi rises, applause roaring louder each night, she begins to uncover the chilling truth behind her sister's tragic end. And learns that to shine... sometimes costs your soul.

Get ready to dwell into the cursed land of Havenburg. Will the sacrifice SUFFICE??