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The Last Catalyst

Berlatar dimana dunia berubah selamanya. Retakan portal dimensi yang disebut Void Rift muncul secara tiba-tiba di berbagai belahan dunia, membawa bencana yang tidak pernah dibayangkan manusia. Dari celah itu, makhluk-makhluk mengerikan mengalir keluar, menghancurkan kota-kota dan mengguncang peradaban. Namun, di saat umat manusia hampir menyerah, fenomena lain terjadi para dewa menaburkan Dust of Light ke planet bumi sehingga debu cahaya berhamburan dari langit, membangkitkan sebagian manusia dengan kekuatan luar biasa. Mereka disebut Sentinels, prajurit yang mampu menantang kegelapan dan memasuki Void Rift dalam ekspedisi berbahaya demi menyelamatkan dunia. Bercerita seorang mahasiswa biasa yang bernama Kaelindra Azrath di tahun pertama kuliahnya, mengalami insiden mengerikan sekaligus membangkitkan kekuatannya menjadi seorang sentinel. Namun, saat kebanyakan Sentinels langsung menjadi pahlawan kuat, dia hanya mendapatkan kebangkitan tingkat rendah nyaris tidak berguna dalam menghadapi monster yang semakin mengerikan. Hingga suatu hari, ia mengalami insiden yang mengerikan ke 2 kalinya sehingga sesuatu dalam dirinya berubah. Sebuah suara asing muncul di pikirannya AI yang seharusnya hanya ada di laptopnya, kini menuntunnya ke jalan yang tak pernah ia bayangkan. Tanpa mengetahui bahwa dirinya adalah kunci dari sebuah rahasia kuno, Kaelindra perlahan-lahan melangkah ke takdir yang akan mengguncang dunia... dan mungkin, menghancurkannya.
Haikal_Mazhari · 586 Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.2K Views

THE LAST MONARCH

In a world ruled by seven immortal monarchs, each wielding unparalleled powers, the balance of power seems eternal and absolute. These monarchs, the embodiment of dominance, reside in the legendary Eternis Citadel, governing the continents with iron-fisted laws and insurmountable strength. The people live under their shadows, burdened by oppressive taxes and the constant threat of execution for disobedience. Mordred, a young boy living in the kingdom of King Odin, one of the seven monarchs, is the son of a humble innkeeper. Unbeknownst to him, he carries the bloodline of a monarch—his estranged father was Unknown though. Mordred’s life seems mundane until his was twelve when an event triggers the awakening of a power unlike any the world has ever seen. This power does not merely reflect the monarchs’ abilities—it surpasses them, marking him as the first person in history born to challenge their rule. As Mordred grapples with his newfound abilities, he must navigate a treacherous world filled with powerful enemies, political intrigue, and the weight of his destiny. Will he rise to become a savior for the oppressed or fall victim to the ambitions of those who seek to control him? Amid festivals like the Twilight sovereign Festival, marking King Odin’s annual departure to the monarchs' summit, secrets unfold, alliances form, and enemies emerge. The world’s fragile order teeters as the birth of a new monarch threatens to ignite a revolution. In this tale of power, legacy, and rebellion, Mordred must uncover the truth about his lineage and forge his path in a world where even the gods fear change. Will he become the harbinger of a new era or a pawn in a game of immortals?
Henry_Stone_7770 · 1K Views

THE HALF-BLOOD CROWN

Aeliana’s body tensed, every instinct urging her to flee, but her legs refused to obey. The weight of Kaelion’s presence pressed down on her chest, as if the air itself bowed to his will. She clenched her fists, willing herself to stay upright, to meet his gaze with whatever scraps of courage she could muster. She wouldn’t let him see her fear. “Step forward,” Kaelion ordered, his tone smooth but unyielding. Her jaw tightened. The part of her that was human screamed to fight, to run, but there was a faint hum beneath her skin—a whisper of something else. Something fae. It stirred like a forgotten memory, pulling her feet forward against her will. She stopped only a breath away from him, her chin tilted defiantly despite the trembling in her limbs. Up close, the king was even more overwhelming. His features were carved in sharp, perfect lines, his mismatched eyes glinting with an intelligence that saw too much. He wasn’t just cruel; he was calculating. A predator who enjoyed the chase as much as the kill. “What are you?” Kaelion asked, his voice soft but dangerous. He reached out, his claw-tipped fingers brushing the edge of her hood. She flinched, and his lips twitched—a hint of amusement at her reaction. “I’m no one,” she bit out, her voice steadier than she felt. “Just a thief.” “A thief?” he echoed, his fingers catching the edge of the hood. With a single motion, he pushed it back, exposing her face to the moonlight. The murmurs of the onlookers grew louder, their perfect features twisting with disdain. Kaelion’s eyes narrowed, his gaze raking over her. “No one, indeed.” He took a step closer, his presence enveloping her like a dark tide. “And yet… there’s something about you. Something familiar.” Aeliana’s heart pounded as his hand moved, fingers brushing the curve of her jaw. His touch was light, but it burned like fire, sending a shiver down her spine. “I should kill you for your insolence,” Kaelion said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “But there’s a… curiosity to you. A defiance I rarely see.” His lips curled into a smirk that didn’t reach his eyes. “I think I’ll keep you instead.” “Keep me?” Her voice cracked as anger flared, momentarily overriding her fear. “I’m not some pet to be claimed.” Kaelion’s smirk vanished, replaced by a cold, imperious glare. “You misunderstand, little thief. I’m not offering you a choice.” Aeliana’s stomach twisted as he raised his hand, his fingers glowing faintly with dark energy. Before she could react, a pulse of power shot through her, wrapping around her wrists like invisible chains. She stumbled, her knees buckling, but the magic held her upright. “You’ve entered my city, stolen from my people, and dared to defy me,” Kaelion said, his voice echoing with authority. “Your punishment will serve as a lesson to all who think they can do the same.” “And what punishment is that?” she spat, struggling against the bonds. Kaelion leaned in, his face inches from hers. “You’ll serve me,” he said, his voice a low, menacing growl. “Body and soul. Until I decide you’ve earned your freedom.” The crowd gasped, their whispers growing louder as the king straightened. Aeliana’s blood ran cold as she realized the full weight of his words. This wasn’t just about punishment—it was about control. And she was at the mercy of a man who had none. “Take her to the palace,” Kaelion commanded, his eyes never leaving hers. “I’ll decide what to do with her later.” The soldiers moved to obey, and Aeliana felt herself being pulled away, her body still bound by the king’s magic. As they dragged her through the streets, the crowd parted, their beautiful faces filled with a mix of fear and contempt. She clenched her fists, her mind racing. She couldn’t let this be the end. She wouldn’t let herself be another victim of Kaelion’s tyranny. Somewhere deep inside her, the faint hum of power stirred again, stronger this time.
KENNYWROTEIT · 4.5K Views
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