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The Last Dragon And Guardian

Kidaya Simon Ishaya, Heir of House Ishaya and future Duchess of Houston has a bloody past and a dark secret. The one rule she has known and kept all her life, is that no one must see her bare back. The one thing she's known from age six is that the Faceless men killed and destroyed all she holds dear. Those same men drove her out of Vianto to the shores of another land, if she must survive. Fourteen years later, Kidaya is back in Vianto Empire with nothing but a quest for revenge. By day she is the loveliest flower in Vianto and most desired of all men married or single, but by night, she is one of the quickest sword that exists. With a little push from her guardian, she was forced to attend the coming of age ceremony, and now, she is out in society. Her first Ball, she has the attention of everyman at the ball, and somehow, she and the second Prince get entangled in an angry first encounter. He thinks she swooned on purpose and she is after his crown like every other lady in the ball and never wants to see her again. She thinks he is the most arrogant creature alive on earth and would be glad to never see him again. But there's more! What happens when her eyes act as a mirror to a world he does not know and his voice reminds her of an enemy? What happens when the song of blood begins and they must face each other as enemies with a sword to each other’s neck? What happens, when everything you shouldn't feel is everything your heart feels? What happens in a Palace of blood and war and she seems like his only redemption? What happens, when there's a whisper from the past, and it turns out that she is the last dragon guardian, the only one that can awaken the last dragon?
SperoWriter · 686 Views

Edge of Nothing: Last Star of Dawn

Her life was simple but full of love. Growing up under the care and affection of her parents, she found joy in their humble home alongside her little brother. Despite the poverty they lived in, she had everything she needed: a family, love, and peace. But peace is a fragile thing, easily shattered. One fateful day, a young man entered her life like a storm, uninvited and unwelcome. What began as a passing interest in her soon morphed into a dangerous obsession. At first, she tried to dismiss his attention, hoping he would move on. But his fixation grew darker and more consuming, stealing away the innocence of her once-happy world. “Why can’t you just leave me alone?” she had cried, her voice trembling with both anger and fear. “Because you’re mine,” he had replied, his voice calm but chilling. “You just don’t realize it yet.” His obsession became a force of destruction. He tore through her life like a wildfire, leaving nothing untouched. The final blow came when her little brother, her greatest source of joy, was taken from her—killed by the same man who claimed to love her. Devastated and broken, she stood on the edge of the abyss, ready to let go of everything. The weight of her loss, her ruined innocence, and her shattered world was too much to bear. “There’s nothing left,” she whispered to the void, her tears falling freely. “Nothing worth staying for.” Just as she prepared to step into the darkness, a warm hand grabbed hers, pulling her back from the brink. Startled, she turned to see a man with kind eyes and a soft smile. “You called?” he asked, his voice gentle and calm, as if he’d been waiting for her all along. Before she could answer, exhaustion overtook her, and she fainted in his arms. With the shadows of the man who had destroyed her life still looming, will she ever manage to escape? And who is this mysterious stranger? Is this the end for her, or the start of something new?
Sapphire_N_Moon · 159 Views

Last of the Chosen

The grand doors of Edelweiss Swordschool creaked open, revealing a vast courtyard surrounded by towering spires and the impressive silhouette of the castle. Lein stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He adjusted the cloak around him, feeling the warmth of the earring given to him by his father's old swordmaster. As he stepped forward, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, causing him to turn. A fellow student, a girl of his age with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes, grinned at him. "Hey there, new kid! You must be Lein, right?" she said with a playful tone. Lein gave a nod, managing a small smile. "Yes, that's me. Lein von Hrunting." "I'm Elara. Welcome to Edelweiss!" She gestured to the sprawling campus. "Come on, I'll show you around and help you get settled." As they strolled through the courtyard, Elara pointed out the training grounds, the library, and the various towers where students attended classes. Lein couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the school. "So, why did you come here?" Elara asked, glancing at him. Lein hesitated for a moment before replying, "My father believes I might have a talent for being a Spellblade, like him. He arranged for me to study here." "Ah, a Spellblade! That's impressive. You'll be training with the best of the best," she said with a grin. "That being said, you'll be expected to beat them if that is truly your goal." They reached the entrance of the castle, and Elara opened the door for Lein. The interior was just as imposing as the exterior, with polished marble floors and towering pillars. As they walked through the corridors, Lein couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on him. Elara led him to a room with a wooden door bearing the emblem of Edelweiss. "This is your room," she announced, pushing the door open. Inside, Lein found a neatly arranged space with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a window that offered a view of the surrounding mountains. His luggage was already placed by the bed. "Your stuff arrived earlier. We've got a few hours before the welcoming ceremony, so take your time settling in. If you need anything, I'll be around." Elara said, giving him a friendly wave before heading out. Alone in his new room, Lein took a deep breath. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he unpacked his belongings, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges and adventures awaited him at Edelweiss Swordschool. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test not only his skills but also the mysterious power that lay dormant within him. The cloak of anonymity provided by the earring would prove to be both a blessing and a curse in the days to come.
AllenWisse · 7.5K Views

The Last Bloom of Spring

In the year 2025, India stood as an elective monarchy comprised of 563 kingdoms, a nation forged from the fires of the War of Independence in 1857. Yet, the spectre of an ancient threat loomed on the horizon, a menacing force that had once brought the subcontinent to the brink of annihilation. Vikram, a young prince from the revered Zamorin lineage, found himself exiled to the bustling city of Kolkata, banished by his mother for a transgression that remained shrouded in mystery. Stripped of his privileges and forced to live a life of austerity, he sought solace in the sacred precincts of the Kalighat Temple, where the fierce goddess Kali reigned supreme. As the weight of his exile bore down upon him, Vikram's path became intertwined with three remarkable women – a woman whose life he had saved, another he had rescued from the clutches of a depraved trade, and the daughter of the temple's priest, all of whom harboured profound feelings for the fallen prince. Yet, Vikram's true destiny lay not in the pursuit of earthly affections but in the mastery of an ancient art – the path of cultivation. For he was among the most powerful warriors in the land, a prodigy whose potential had barely been tapped. As the three years of his exile drew to a close, he knew that he must advance his cultivation to realms uncharted, unlocking the secrets of energy manipulation and spiritual transcendence. The urgency of his quest was fueled by the looming threat of an ancient enemy – a sorcerer of unimaginable might who had once marshalled a force of 25 million troops and 2.5 lakh ghosts and jins against the very heart of India. This formidable adversary, whose name had been lost to the annals of history, had come perilously close to subjugating the nation, only to be thwarted by the heroic sacrifice of a South Indian prince and six others, who had given their lives to vanquish the invading horde. Among the few survivors of that cataclysmic battle was a messenger, entrusted with a secret message and a mystical ring, both of which he had delivered to the Zamorin lineage before breathing his last. The contents of that message remained a closely guarded secret, but it was whispered that it held the key to unravelling the sorcerer's true identity and the means to defeat him once and for all. As Vikram's exile drew to a close, he found himself at a crossroads – to embrace his destiny as a warrior of unparalleled prowess or to forsake his heritage and live a life of obscurity. The choice was his, but the fate of India, and perhaps the world, hung in the balance. With unwavering resolve, Vikram chose the path of the warrior, immersing himself in the ancient arts of cultivation and unlocking the secrets of mind, body and soul for his country and countrymen. In the climactic confrontation, Vikram stood face-to-face with the sorcerer, a being of immense power who had eluded death for centuries. Drawing upon the full might of his cultivation, Vikram unleashed a torrent of energy that shook the very foundations of reality. In a cataclysmic clash of wills, the sorcerer's ancient magic and Vikram's Cultivation prowess faced off. But little did they know, the understanding of the universal secret is a domain they hardly chartered
Kannanunni_K_S · 4.9K Views

The First Princess of Averlyon

[ON HIATUS. Book will resume at some point.] "Princess?" A young man entered the dimly lit room. "I'm not a fucking princess! Get this in your fucking head, dumb bastard! And tell this to the rest of these crazy family members! Lemme get outta here!" She yelled while twisting around her wrist, trying to get off the ropes that were holding her back from throwing a punch at these people who kept visiting her one by one. Her so-called family. "But YOU ARE a princess." Yuden amplified the fact that she was indeed Princess Zahra. The young man smiled softly at her although the smile didn't reach his eyes. His eyes were just cold yet they had some sort of fire in them that might as well burn the person in front just by his gaze. "Should I untie you? You seem in pain," he walked closer to her. "Ha! Do you even know what pain is? Pain is you, your whole bullshit, this house, these people!" "I didn't allow you to be so rude, Princess Zahra," Yuden's eyebrows furrowed, his smile fading. Synopsis: Tiana's idyllic life as a nomad is shattered when she arrives at the capital, she is declared to be the missing princess of Averlyon! Thrown into the glamour and wealth of the royal palace, she soon realizes that something dark lurks underneath the pretty smiles and graceful curtsies. As she struggles to come to terms with her new identity, her old life seems to call her back. Years after Tiana’s disappearance, Crown Prince Yuden is still waiting for her. However, he can no longer ignore his duty. He finally agrees to marry her younger sister Layla to secure the alliance between Averlyon and Yurania. As he prepares to slip the ring on Layla's finger, a man appears and announces that the princess has been found! Although Yuden found his long lost fiancée, she was nothing like what he expected her to have become! [Webnovel Spirity Awards 2024 Entry] ONLY 18+: Violence, triggers, and disturbing scenes (No rape). A happy ending guaranteed! Don’t forget to support for more chapter release!
Aphrodiitewritess · 168K Views
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