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The Bloodstained Omamori Lemon

Lemons of Fate

“IF life gives you lemons, well then, you’re god.” At least that’s what I wrote in my middle school diary, hoping it would be some kind of life mantra. Fast forward 15 years, and apparently, my childish optimism is the least of my worries. I’m now trapped in the novel I wrote as a kid. And no, I didn’t dream this up. There’s no way I imagined the high school drama, the ridiculous fantasy world, and—most importantly—the absurdly cliché plotline of some random teenager becoming a hero by… well, not being an idiot. But here I am. Caught between pages, awkwardly stuck in the world of my imagination where I’m supposed to be a minor character who dies in chapter three. Yeah. Real great, right? And here’s the kicker: It’s not like life (or the "god" of this world, which, let’s be honest, feels a lot like life at this point) is giving me some great power or destiny. No, no, no. Life’s throwing the equivalent of lemons at me, and I have no idea how to make lemonade. I mean, seriously? This world was supposed to be an adventure, full of magic, mythical creatures, and an epic storyline. But instead, I'm stuck here watching the “real” protagonist—who’s probably off saving the world—while I try to figure out how to not get killed by a random monster in the middle of a forest. Is this my punishment for writing a half-baked novel as a kid? Probably. But whatever it is, I’m going to have to deal with it. There’s just one problem—if I want to survive this insane mess, I need to rewrite my own fate. And rewriting this world is a hell of a lot harder than I thought. Can I survive in a story where I’m not supposed to exist? And more importantly—what if I can change the plot entirely?
EgonVera · 1.4K Views

The Toy Maker: The Blood of the Founders

In a world shaped by gods among mortals, the Founding Family reigns supreme—beings of unfathomable power, capable of creation itself. At their peak stand Keth, Zillah, Maingan, Rex, and Mariah—warriors who could rival the strongest beings across existence. But absolute power is never without consequence. Centuries have passed since the once-mighty empire began to fracture. Rex’s descendants, weaker than their forebears due to human blood, seek forbidden ways to reclaim their lost strength. Some turn to dark rituals, while others create beings from objects, unaware that these creations will soon develop wills of their own. As rebellion brews within the nation built from Rex’s bloodline, a far greater shadow looms—Mariah’s four lost children, entities she created long ago, now return with their own ambitions. Meanwhile, Keth, imprisoned for 700 years, has become something beyond human comprehension, his return a slow-burning inevitability. Zillah, once living among men, carries secrets that could alter fate itself. And Queen Spadina, the enigmatic force working in the shadows, remains an unsolved mystery, her true power yet to be revealed. Yet, amid all the chaos, one force remains unknown—Mariah’s unborn child. Held within her for 700 years, his very existence defies time itself. A being neither fully formed nor yet awakened, he is the only one who may stand against the storm that looms over them all. But will he embrace his role in destiny, or will he too be consumed by the war of gods?
Deolawage · 1.5K Views

The Saintess, The Villainess, and The Enchantress

In the heart of a vast and fertile land, nestled amidst rolling hills and lush meadows, stood the grand mansion of the De Lolce family. This stately home belonged to Duke Castel and Duchess Aerwyna, a couple whose reputation preceded them throughout the entire nation of Philippeldephia. Duke Castel was celebrated far and wide as the most brilliant scientist in the country, his mind teeming with discoveries that pushed the boundaries of what was possible. In contrast, Duchess Aerwyna was renowned for her culinary prowess, her dishes and baked goods the very definition of perfection, sought after by the elite of the land. Three years into their blissful marriage, their joy knew no bounds when Aerwyna gave birth to triplets. Yet, their happiness was cruelly snatched away when the babies, too weak to survive, passed away shortly after entering the world. The grief was unbearable, and neither Castel nor Aerwyna could reconcile with the tragedy that had befallen them. The halls of their mansion, once filled with dreams of a bright future, were now heavy with sorrow. But Duke Castel, a man driven by the relentless pursuit of knowledge, refused to accept fate’s verdict. One fateful night, he conceived a daring experiment—one that could defy the natural order and bring their children back from the brink of death. In the dim glow of his laboratory, surrounded by beakers and vials of mysterious substances, he worked tirelessly, driven by a desperate hope. Finally, the moment arrived. Castel was on the verge of success, his hands trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. But in a single, fateful moment, as he reached for the final component, his hand accidentally knocked over a set of strange chemicals. The colorful liquids spilled across the lab table, seeping into the lifeless bodies of the three infants. In an instant, something extraordinary began to happen. The triplets, instead of merely returning to life, started to change. Their small forms absorbed the spilled concoction, and they became something... different. The experiment had gone awry, and the results were beyond anything Castel could have predicted. From that night onward, the De Lolce mansion became the stage for a series of unexpected events, as the once-ordinary lives of Castel and Aerwyna took a turn toward the extraordinary—all because of a single, accidental spill that altered the course of their family’s destiny. Note: This is more like a long script rather than a novel type.
ShananeShanane · 60.6K Views

THE BLOODSTAIN ED THRONE

Synopsis: The Sword of Blood Once, the five kingdoms were united under the reign of King Zain, whose sword, The Sword of Blood, was a symbol of immense power. But after his death, the sword became a mystery, and the kingdoms plunged into chaos. Zain’s wife and eldest daughter were killed, but his youngest son, Khael, survived. Khael disappeared, never to be seen again. Now, the question remains: Who is the rightful heir to the Sword of Blood? Can anyone claim it, or will its power only bring destruction? Five Kingdoms, One Sword, Endless War Dravania: Prince V, the illegitimate son of King Aldric, seeks to prove his worth and claim his place in the royal family, despite being rejected. Velmora: King Darius, with the strongest army, is on a relentless quest for The Sword of Blood. Eldoria: King Magnus, who has no heir, is embroiled in an internal battle for the throne, with his younger brother claiming the crown. Zephyria: King Octavius, whose realm is on the brink of civil war due to internal power struggles, yet no one has been named as the rightful heir. Lunaris: King Castor, whose kingdom holds the greatest mystery—his daughter is said to be the most beautiful woman in the world, but no one has seen her, and she may only be an illusion. The Search for the Sword An unknown girl, Arena, embarks on a mission to find an ancient temple, armed with a map that leads to The Sword of Blood. Along the way, she crosses paths with Prince V, a powerful but self-serving warrior. But are Arena and V on the same side, or do they have different agendas? The Bloodline Secret Is Khael still alive? Is Prince V’s true bloodline also shrouded in mystery? And the biggest question—why did King Zain say on his deathbed: “This sword should never fall into anyone's hands.” The Final Battle The five kingdoms will clash. Illusions will unravel. Kingdoms will fall. And the victor—will they be able to wield the power of the Sword of Blood? Or will it lead to a new era of destruction?
Mister_Evriya · 2K Views

Bloodstained Sovereign

In the penumbra of a fallen empire, **Lucien Valefor** walks alone, his shadow stretching across broken lands that once knelt before his bloodline. The last scion of the Valefor dynasty moves through the twilight realm between vengeance and despair, each footfall a testament to promises whispered in the dark. "Memory is the cruelest blade," he murmurs to the night, his voice carrying the weight of a thousand silenced screams. "It cuts deeper than steel, leaving wounds that time refuses to heal." The betrayal that stripped him of his birthright lives within him now—not as a wound, but as a companion, intimate and ever-present. His **Nyx Ascendance** pulses beneath his skin, darkness coalescing around his fingers like liquid obsidian. This power, born of sacrifice and suffering, is not merely wielded—it is experienced, a symphony of shadow that resonates with the hollow chambers of his heart. "They believed death would silence me," Lucien contemplates, watching the darkness dance between his palms. "But in death, I found a truth they fear to face—that endings are merely thresholds to more terrible beginnings." The moon bearing witness to his soliloquy casts silver light upon the scars that map his journey—each mark a verse in the epic of his fall and inevitable rise. His enemies sleep behind walls of stone and privilege, dreaming peaceful dreams of empires built upon his family's ashes. "The architecture of revenge requires patience," he tells the stillness around him. "Each moment of their false security is a stone in the monument of their eventual ruin." He is not the prince they remember—that man perished in the bloody theater of their betrayal. What returns to them now is something hollowed and hallowed by suffering, a vessel filled with purpose so pure it transcends morality. "I do not seek justice," Lucien acknowledges, his eyes reflecting landscapes of yet-unfought battles. "Justice implies balance, and some scales can never be balanced—only shattered and reforged." In the distance, the spires of his ancestral home pierce the horizon like accusing fingers. The throne that awaits him is no longer merely a seat of power but an altar upon which he will sacrifice those who believed him conquered. "They will learn," he whispers to the approaching dawn, "that nightmares do not fade with waking. Some terrors follow you into the light."
luc1feer · 5K Views
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