Download Chereads APP
Chereads App StoreGoogle Play
Chereads

Art Of Time In

Raised in the Art of Death

Yuki Mitsumu, a 20-year-old college student from the Philippines, was content with his simple, fulfilling life. He was passionate about his studies, loved anime, and enjoyed spending weekends at home with his family. That was, until one fateful afternoon when everything changed. While walking home from university, Yuki was struck by a speeding truck, ending his life in an instant. But death wasn’t the end. Yuki woke up to find himself reincarnated in a completely unfamiliar world—a world that wasn’t his own. Now a baby named Arius, he found himself abandoned in the Cepheus Empire, a place full of strange customs and even stranger people. His new life as an orphan was full of confusion and isolation, but somehow, Arius learned to survive. Five years passed, and Arius had started to adjust to his new reality, uncertain of who he was or why he was there. That was until the Nyx Family, one of the most powerful and mysterious families in the empire, took him in. The family wasn’t just wealthy—they were notorious assassins, feared and respected across the empire for their deadly skills. But why would a family of elite killers adopt a young orphan with no special abilities? As Arius begins his new life with the Nyx Family, he quickly realizes that his past life, along with the reasons behind his adoption, are tangled in a web of secrets and danger. The family’s world is one of shadows, deceit, and deadly training, where every member must prove themselves to survive. Arius, now caught in the midst of it all, must learn to navigate the perils of this new life, uncover the truth of why he was chosen, and ultimately understand his place in a world full of deadly ambition and hidden agendas.
RedScribe · 1.7K Views

The Artful Match

Brielle is one of the few female hunters at the association. Dealing with useless trainees every six months, she has a low tolerance for bullshit. She no longer believes in love, and nothing will change her mind after what happened to her. She believes that the only thing she can love and trust is her job, where she helps protect the defenceless by killing those who use their abilities to get everything they want. Hunting is a thrill that she enjoys more than life itself. Having a minimalist life, the only thing at home she cherishes is her painting. A vampire that refuses to choose a partner for his sister. Ketan will do anything to protect his loved ones, even kill those that threaten his livelihood. Usually, he is calm, gentle, and collected. He stays hidden away from everyone when he does not want anything to do with individuals until the day he is captured and locked away in a dungeon. After that moment, his life changed for good. Cursing the blood that he drinks, Ketan fights against the pull of drinking more blood from the person that donated the blood. An Excerpt from the book: Brielle throws her arms around Ketan’s neck. “I was so worried about you. I did not know what you were going to do or if you would survive.” Ketan smiled and accepted her hug. “I am sorry for worrying you. I had to do what needed to be done. Besides, I knew that this was going to happen and be as painful as it was.” Brielle starts sobbing in his embrace. “I think that you should take what you need from me, Ketan. You will not be able to stand the bloodlust soon… will you?” Pushing her away before losing control. Ketan moves away from her weakly. “Stay back. I am not in control of myself right now. You should not even be here right now. Leave me alone!” Ketan holds his hand out to stop her from coming closer to him. “I can hear your pulse racing; it’s deafening.” “You were fine a moment ago; now you are you pushing me away, Ketan? I can help you.” Brielle leans down towards him and gently pulls him into her arms. “No, stop. I can’t control myself, and I would never be able to forgive myself if something happened to you. I am not a sedated beast; I lust for every drop of your sweet blood that I hear pumping through your veins, but I must resist. Otherwise, I will harm you in the worst way possible.” Ketan pushes her back and teleports deeper into the cave. “Stay back before I begin to acquire a taste for your blood. It is a deadly thing to tempt fate once again.” Brielle continues to walk into the deep dark cave towards him. “Ketan, I trust you more than I have trusted others. I know that you will not kill me. Just look at how fearful you are right now.” She finally reaches him again. Crying, Ketan grabs her from behind, sits her in his lap. One arm wrapped around her waist, the other in her hair, pulling off the right exposing her neck. Slowly he lowers his lips to her neck, licking the surface testing the flesh. His fangs rest at the hollow of her neck before carefully breaking the skin. He starts to drink her blood deeply, but as he drank, he slowly stopped and lifted his face up, crying while holding Brielle against his body crying. Blood leaking from the bite marks while some drips down his chin. Her body was being held up by Ketan, and her eyes were now closed. Her body seemed lifeless in his arms. She started to slide forward as a deadweight. Ketan catches her and holds her princess style in his lap, rocking back and forth. Crying fresh tears.
Shirokitsune · 177.9K Views

Destiny's Keeper: The Art of Beast Bonding

*Destiny’s Keeper: The Art of Beast Bonding* is a tale of courage, loyalty, and the unbreakable bond between man and beast. It’s a journey into the heart of destiny, where every choice shapes the fate of a world on the brink of ruin. In a world where tamers forge sacred bonds with powerful beasts to protect their lands, 17-year-old Kieran has always longed to follow in his father’s legendary footsteps. But when his father mysteriously vanishes, leaving behind whispers of betrayal and danger, Kieran is thrust into a destiny far greater than he imagined. During his Rite of Bonding, Kieran forms an unprecedented bond with Nyx, a shadowfang beast of extraordinary power—and fearsome reputation. Their connection defies tradition, marking Kieran as a Keeper, a rare kind of tamer destined to wield immense influence over both beast and fate. As Kieran and Nyx navigate the challenges of their bond, they uncover ancient secrets tied to the cursed Riftlands, a realm where chaos reigns and beasts of unimaginable strength dwell. Haunted by visions of his father and driven by a growing sense of purpose, Kieran embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the truth about his father’s disappearance, the Keeper’s forgotten legacy, and the dark forces threatening their world. But destiny is a double-edged sword. As Kieran’s bond with Nyx deepens, so does the danger surrounding them. With the balance of power shifting and enemies closing in, Kieran must decide: will he rise as the Keeper his world desperately needs—or fall, consumed by the very forces he seeks to master?
mystic_aura1 · 7.6K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 683.1K Views
Related Topics
More