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The Legend Of Hell House

The Legend of Caelestella

LGBTQ NOVEL - BL In the realm of Alatheia, a timeless saga unfolded. Under the benevolent rule of the empress of the Drocian Empire, each newborn was bestowed with a divine blessing—a fragment of elemental power gifted by the gods themselves. Yet, this tranquillity was born from the golden ashes of a divine sacrifice long past. Millennia ago, Caelestella, the God of Salvation, relinquished his immortal essence to protect mortals from encroaching darkness. His sacrifice, however noble, left a lingering imbalance in the celestial realms, stirring discord among the divine. As the weaker deities turned to mortals for aid, a rift formed among the pantheon. Some sought solace in seclusion, coveting their waning powers and plotting in the shadows. In the heart of Alatheia, where mortal and divine intertwined, the empress held a delicate peace amidst whispers of divine discord and mortal destiny. The narrative centres on Astar, a 17-year-old protagonist emerging from years of seclusion. His encounter with Haruki, a potent young mage, catalyzes his reentry into the wider world. United with Haruki and fellow magic wielders, Astar is enlisted by the empress for a taxing quest—to locate the remnants of a lost Deity. Yet, their pursuit is challenged by a faction of dark mages harbouring malevolent intentions for the same Deity. Amidst this perilous journey, Astar grapples with self-discovery, recognizing latent abilities and his potential role as a key between mortal and divine realms. Moreover, he contends with internal conflicts, questioning his value within the group and confronting burgeoning romantic sentiments for Haruki that stir within him.
EtherealSkies · 7.4K Views

Whispers of Hell

Lyraea Pastorio, a diligent student at GranVille University, was poised for success. With plans to take over the reins of her father's business after earning her master's degree, she saw everything falling into place. However, nine months ago, her world began to unravel. Strange occurrences started haunting her. These unsettling events shook her to the core, making her question her sanity. As the incidents grew more frequent and intense, those around her started to withdraw dismissing her experiences as mere figments of her imagination. Isolated and alone, her once bright future now seemed shrouded in darkness. Her spirit crushed under the ceaseless burden of the unexplainable horrors that had invaded her life. Each passing day eroded her hope, reducing her to a mere echo of her former self. The vibrant dreams of her future had withered away, supplanted by a grim resignation to her fateful destiny. Lyraea felt overwhelmed, utterly defeat. What could a mere human do against the unknown terrors? That was until her fate decided to confront her directly. Her spectral tormentor, a twisted echo of the past, stood before her. The haunting presence seemed to whisper tales of forgotten breaths and silenced heartbeats, each word was a chilling caress against her skin. His soulless eyes gleamed with the remnants of life that had once thrived among the living, now morphed into a sinister shadow. That ignited something inside her; a spark of resistance within herself. Lyraea fought with all her might, but there was something missing, something right in front of her but veiled. She could see the fire burning in those eyes, clear in their vengeful intentions, but those gentle whispers told otherwise. His inhuman smile, for sure, promised her destructions yet those cold hands never budged to pull her from abyss. Each of his deceptions was like a shard of glass, fitting seamlessly into the intricate mosaic of the grand puzzle, revealing the hidden picture piece by piece. Still, she couldn’t shake off the feeling that she was being led to her deathbed. His presence was deceptive, never showing the real intentions behind those soulless eyes. The vengeance was palpable, but so was the sense of an impending revelation and the inexplicable force drawing them together., a magnetic pull that defied the logic of their enmity. Lyraea feared that at the end she would be abandoned for his sinister plan, leaving her to face the ultimate doom alone, but carve into his soul were scars that bleed shadows that even the relentless march of time would not be able to erase. In the intricate dance of fate and destiny, life, with its myriad twists and turns, blurred the lines between the puppeteer and the puppet. Each move, each decision, seemed to be guided by unseen hands, yet those very hands were themselves subject to the whims of an even greater force. Everyone played a role, yet no one truly knew the script. The boundaries between control and surrender, action and reaction, were so finely woven that they became indistinguishable. It was a paradox of existence, where the illusion of mastery was as fleeting as the shadows cast by the flickering flame of life. It was impossible to discern who truly holds the strings, and who dances to their unseen tune.
_Zale_ · 6.8K Views
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