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Reformation: Southern Knight

In a world where magic thrives and mythical beasts lurk in the shadows, Tohgi Akura is born into the unforgiving southern district of Vandekar—a lawless land ruled by bandits and plagued by poverty. Despite his humble beginnings, Tohgi harbours an audacious dream: to achieve recognition not for himself but for the overlooked and downtrodden people of his homeland. To realize this dream, he must become a Knight, a title synonymous with honour, power, and nobility. Tohgi’s raw talent rivals the elite, but his lack of noble heritage leaves him scorned by the privileged. Yet, his unwavering determination and resilience catch the attention of influential figures who see potential in the unrefined boy. With their guidance, Tohgi rises through the ranks, challenging a society built to keep people like him in the dirt. However, ambition has its price. As Tohgi carves his path toward greatness, his defiance of the status quo ignites conflicts that spiral into devastating wars. In his quest to protect those he loves and uphold his ideals, Tohgi must grapple with the weight of his choices and the sacrifices demanded by his legacy. The Journey of Tohgi Akura: 1. The Knight’s Path. 2. A Knight’s Dilemma. 3. Terrorist’s Mirror. 4. The Dark Truth. 5. National War. 6. Rise of the South. 7. The World Engulfed. Tohgi’s brilliance and strength make him a natural leader, but his journey is defined by contradiction. His moral ambiguity, reliance on intellect, and tendency to isolate himself complicate his path. Beneath his unyielding exterior lies a man burdened by the pain of his people and the weight of his choices. As he battles societal rejection and his inner demons, Tohgi’s story asks: Will he be remembered as a hero… a tyrant… or… just another man? Tohgi’s Odyssey is a tale of ambition, loyalty, and the unrelenting cost of dreams—a story of a boy’s rise from the shadows of poverty to the heights of power, and the tumultuous legacy he leaves behind. Do not hesitate to comment your thoughts at any point in the story, it would bring me great joy to be able to interact with readers of my work. I hope to see you on the other side. PS: Bold text indicates the use of magic, parenthesis () indicates thought. Thank you! Enjoy! :)
Tedag_Pen · 29.1K Views

SOUTHERN QUEST: Time Shall Tell

"Everything shall be yours in times to come." "A stories from a distant past will bring light to the future. And among every stories, holds a secret of truth." ******* A soon to be the next ruler and his friend rescued a lad who doesn't remembered some memories. A story of a ruler who wants to make differents and create a new life for the people he cares about after his closest friends died. He vowed to change what his ancestors could not changed which his grandparents left everything in his hand. A huge decision that will change the course of his land, a change that would mark in history. She, whose families and friends were killed lost all hopes and dreams she had, and thought her life was curse as death follows her. He, whose life evolves only on making his empire a place of peace which he dreams, like what his grandparent's hopes he can accomplish. Would he be able to restore the hopes that was all lost by an unfortunate fate? Will she be able to find new dreams in her life? ****** "Would you do me the honor of this last dance.", he said giving her his hand that's holding a middlemist rose which she remembered reading it on the book. She look to him confused while pointing at herself in which he just smile and nodded, thus reluctantly she took the flower and his hand nervously. While dancing with the melody, and moments after she heard him sigh and says, "Next time, don't go roaming around the mansion alone with a man that you don't know. Understood?" "B- But he's a guest." "Even so. You didn't even know him, and you even talked and letting him kissed. Were you trying to seduced the man?", he asked coldly looking down at her. Shocked! She look at him wide eyes. Her hazel-brown eyes paired with his dark red eyes, which captivate her. In a whispered while averting his gaze she said, "I do not! I'm not that kind of woman. I'm not raised by my family that way! And besides I will hold this curse of fate to myself alone." "Alone?", he said frowning. Twirling her, his hand on her back pulling her closer. Pairing his dark red eyes at her. "You saying..."
Mystic_Via · 24.7K Views

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
Rabbitone · 26.3K Views
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