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Azrael, The Strongest Slayer

--Spin off-Prequel of my novel "The tale of a vampire slayer" that follows the legend of Azrael, the strongest Slayer-- [Trigger Warning! May contain Very violent scenes.] "A man with no past. A shadow with no master. A legend whispered in fear." The night does not belong to men. The world has long since fallen under the dominion of those who feast on blood, their cursed rule upheld by dark sorcery and immortal bloodlines. The gods have turned away, the light has faded, and the few who still resist do so in vain. But in the darkest abyss of history, there exists a name. A name that should not exist. A name that does not belong to kings, nor heroes, nor prophets. Azrael Noctis. No divine blessing. No enchanted blood. No ancient power. Only flesh, steel, and an unshakable will. He is the man born without magic in a world of sorcery. A lone figure who walks the path no one else dares to tread. An executioner with no master, an instrument of destruction bound by a single, unbreakable rule— "I do not kill men. I do not kill demons. I'm only born to kill vampires." No one knows where he came from. No one knows how he defies the limits of human flesh. He does not tire. He does not falter. He does not kneel. Some say he is a curse upon the cursed, a punishment forged by the heavens to purge the world of the damned. Others whisper that he is no man at all, but something far worse. But one truth remains: wherever the night stretches its claws, the Slayer will return from his ashes and destroy the evil. A dark fantasy epic of relentless battle and supernatural terror. One man vs. an entire world of monsters. The legend that should never have existed.
Ryukiro · 15k Views

Monstrous Ascension

Born into poverty, Kaelos adapted, doing whatever it took just to survive and escape his hellhole. No money? He'll work for it. Difficult? He'd work even harder. All he ever wanted was to make a living and help his family. Just as everything seemed well, fate played its cruelest trick. On a fateful day, Kaelos and his friends headed to their college campus when space abruptly shattered. In an instant, they were transported to an unknown world. A dark and decaying world in constant apocalypse, beyond dangerous and eldritch, where incomprehensible monsters lurked everywhere. There, death and slaughter were common. Madness was inevitable. To survive, the fortunate built sanctuaries, while the desperate erected abysses to contain these creatures. But to truly survive and live longer? To grow stronger? One must consume the remains of those creatures, obtaining their mystical powers at the cost of gradually becoming inhuman. Kaelos and his friends sought any means to survive and return to Earth. However, they would come to understand. Power comes at a heavy price. Notes: - The world will be dark and quite depressing yet paradoxically balanced with hope and dreams. - There will be occasional slices of moments. This is part of the world itself and is necessary for the living beings' sanity. If you're looking for action and suffering, then this is not for you. - MC and the others will eventually transform into monsters but will mostly keep their humanoid forms for a reason I couldn't spoil yet.
extraonesura · 1.9k Views

Amorald Infanticide

Since the dawn of humanity, children have been celebrated as blessings, the joy of life’s promise. But what if the newborn you hold in your arms is destined to bring forth an unimaginable calamity? A child whose very existence will tear apart the fabric of reality, unleashing a catastrophe beyond comprehension? A mother giving birth to a demon, her innocent child condemned to wreak havoc on a universal scale. What then? This is where the Universal Amorald Exterminators (UAE) step in. Founded in 1993, the UAE is the last line of defense against the havoc caused by Amoralds, beings born with the potential to unravel the world. Tasked with eradicating these ‘devil spawn’ before they can unleash devastation, the Infantors elite agents with supernatural abilities operate in secrecy. Using advanced tools to predict and intervene in these births, sometimes a week in advance or to the very moment of conception, they remain invisible to the public, yet ever present in their duty acting as both protector and executioner, but what is simple in concept becomes a deadly and unyielding mission in practice A noble cause? Or a dangerous mission where morality has no place? With time itself at their disposal, the UAE ensures that humanity is spared from a fate too terrible to recover from. Their mission is a necessary one, but at what cost? As emotions and personal attachments collide with duty, the lines between right and wrong blur. What happens when the agents tasked with saving the world from destruction are forced to confront their own beliefs, their own doubts? Can the world survive the truth? As the population dwindles and the threat of the Amoralds grows, humanity teeters on the edge of extinction. Will the UAE continue to uphold their dark duty, or will the monstrous children they kill become more than just instruments of doom? The answers lie in the balance between survival and morality and the choices that will determine if humanity will see another day or vanish in the chaos of its own making.
Iamoco · 1.6k Views

Threadborn

I never asked to be the chosen anything. I had a nice enough life, if you enjoy communing with dead people, wrangling ghostly regrets, and being occasionally mistaken for a lost Victorian child. Harrowers don’t get holidays, and we certainly don’t get destiny. We get well-worn boots, crumbling field journals, and maybe—if we’re lucky—a thermos that doesn’t leak. I was fine with that. Then came the part where I accidentally got involved in a celestial conspiracy. You know, the usual: unraveling the fabric of fate, discovering I may or may not be some mythical thread-weaver, dodging bureaucratic Fae with sharp smiles and sharper agendas, and, most inconveniently of all, developing a highly inconvenient attraction to a certain exiled Huntsman of the Unseelie Court who looks he stepped out GQ: Gothic Edition and smells like rain. Alaric Fen. Yes, that Alaric. The one with the eyes like amber lightning and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Now I’m trying to stop the Balance from folding like a wet towel, while two ancient Courts most humans are blissfully unaware about flirt with civil war, and everyone keeps looking at me like I’ve got the answers. I don't. I have tattoos I didn't sign up for, a fast-talking con artist for a best friend, and some stubborn hope that kindness still counts for something. So if you're looking for a grand epic of magic, love, betrayal, memory, and rebellion—well. Here we are.  Just… don’t expect me to smile about it. Come along if you'd like. I could use someone on my side. -Entry from the diary of Grey Wyrde
Sundrop_Dancer · 8.4k Views