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The 43rd Page

Aha! It is I, Ryx, your rival 'till your last breath! Don't tell me you've already forgotten about me. I mean, sure, the Shadow of Depth haunts us all throughout the Solaris continent, but you should at least try to defy the unstoppable march of forgetfulness for someone as precious as me, eh? Personally, I just hope the Children of The Sun will hurry up and find all the remaining pages and bring back the light with the use of the Little Spark. I've heard that the curse has fully enveloped Solarae, and now its shadows are nearing towards Montumbra and.. Veldoria. Yeah, I'm quite literally SOBBING while writing this letter because of that fact. After all, the Beastman nation means a lot to me, and I don't want it to collapse just yet. Alright, enough about me. How's that sly fox doing these days? I bet he's still regenerating after the fight with that fiery guy. Damn, I never knew someone can be that annoying, can't he just.. stop with his mindless shenanigans? By the way, can we discuss about the absurdness of power the Elemental nation possesses? All we have in our arsenal, of course, is the Radiance and Umbra magic. They obviously have that too, but it seems it wasn't enough for them! To be able to control THE elements of nature? Gosh, I envy them to a point that you can't!..Argh!.. Oh! Speaking of Radiance and Umbra, how's it going with your Equilibri training? You've been always known for Umbra practically leaking out of you, and I'm SO sorry that you didn't have the chance to see my reaction when I heard you began attending Radiance control lessons. I'm sure if not already, you're close to balancing out these two forces... Hmmm.. it seems that I went too much out of topic, giving TOO much needless context which you have already stated that you can't comprehend. Well then, I suppose the merciful old me shall grant you mercy by ending this letter... BUT! Before I'll do it, I'm giving you a heads up that I've trained day and night and strengthened my bond with my Protector, so be ready for a rematch soon! ̷H̷u̷g̷s̷ ̷a̷n̷d̷ ̷k̷ ̷ ̷ ̷ ̷f̷o̷r̷ ̷a̷ ̷b̷e̷t̷t̷e̷r̷ ̷t̷o̷m̷ Cheers, Your Rival.
tiactica · 308 Views

Nine: The forgotten Flame

They called her Nine — a number, not a name. A child raised in shadows, forged in blood, and baptized in silence. In the broken kingdom of Varelia, children are trained not to live, but to kill. For when the Winter comes, only weapons survive. But Nine is more than a weapon. Beneath her skin lies a secret buried by gods, and a soul touched by something ancient... and burning. Across fractured kingdoms and beneath crumbling skies, a bastard prince plots in silence. Hidden behind wide eyes and false weakness, he seeks a flower that blooms only in death — and the blood of a god but god's are dead. When every Child swore to protect the great wall, he swore to break it. When the creed sends its young assassins beyond the wall to hunt monsters of the long night, betrayals unfold, truths awaken, and destinies clash. Because some flames refuse to be extinguished. And some monsters… wear human faces. "You think Light makes you pure? Ask the Sun what it burns to stay Alive" An exiled priest once said. "You're not Chosen, You're cursed. The gods just wrapped it prettier" A traitor once said. "Your mistake wasn't trusting me, it was thinking I need your trust" A mentor once said. "Let them call me Villain, History always forgets the blood that built peace" Veyric once said READER ADVISORY: Everything in this world is handcrafted — from currency to the most basic details. My characters are morally gray, and each one is forged through relentless trials, not born into greatness. If you're hypersensitive, this story isn't for you. This book is brutal, raw, and unapologetically different. But if you’re craving something bold, dark, and unlike anything you’ve read before — step in. Thanks for reading.
FA3zy · 2.7k Views

The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign

Synopsis: The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign War. Betrayal. Power. And the will of one man to seize it all. Kael Ashmark was born without a name, an orphan of war found amidst the ashes of Ashmark Hold, a frontier keep left to rot by a fractured Empire. Raised by scavengers, he learned to survive by instinct, his hands honed for a blade long before he learned to read. At sixteen, after witnessing Imperial forces butcher innocent families while their garrison turned a blind eye, Kael made his first kill in retribution, swearing never again to kneel to a crown that failed its people. From the dying highlands of Gravenmarsh, Kael forged the **Iron Rebellion**. With raw conviction, he united outlaws, peasants, and deserters, first striking with brutal ambushes that earned him the whispered title of "Sovereign". His audacious capture of Duskwatch Fortress shattered Imperial complacency. As the Empire's High Crown Orsain Vellgaard and the fanatical Archlector Malgrad declared his rise heresy and prepared for a total "judgment," Kael unveiled a desperate new strategy: not open battle, but a war of attrition. He unleashed a **scorched earth** campaign, turning fertile lands into barren ash, forcing his own loyal villagers into the harsh mountain holds of Ravencair. His Red Veil, led by the zealous and terrifying Seyda, became a haunting force, melting into shadows to stalk Imperial patrols and leave chilling messages of dread. Lady Virelle Velmire, a cunning noble with ambitions as cold as steel, joined his cause, skillfully poisoning Imperial supply lines with doubt and misinformation. Even the loyalties of Imperial spies, like the conflicted Nalen, began to fracture, turning the Empire's own blades against itself. As the gargantuan Imperial Legions lumber north, plagued by hunger, sickness, and mounting paranoia, Kael’s defiance grinds them to a desperate crawl. He watches them succumb to the brutal choices he forces upon them, turning the very machine designed to crush him into a monstrous reflection of its own cruelty. But as the war intensifies, and his people endure untold suffering in the mountain holds, Kael must confront the one thing he never wanted: what comes after victory? Will he become the tyrant he fought against, or will he forge something new—an empire not born of bloodlines, but of belief? *The Iron Rebellion: Rise of the Sovereign* is a raw, uncompromising tale of brutal strategy, shifting power, and the profound cost of defiance in a world ruled by bloodlines and betrayal. Discover one man’s relentless ascent from nothing, until the kingdoms whispered his name in fear.
Adra_Las · 16.2k Views

VILLAIN'S REBIRTH: LORD OF THE UNDYING

Do you know what it feels like to be utterly betrayed by the world? That crushing ache in your chest when even your own parents sell you out—trading your life away for loose change, handing you over to a nameless organization when you were just five years old. The trauma, the agony, the inhuman experiments—they tore into him like wolves, again and again. For ten long years, Ethan endured unbearable pain, his fragile body pushed past its limits until it finally gave out. Death came for him like a silent mercy. Like a broken toy tossed into the garbage, he was discarded without a second thought. Forgotten. The organization believed his story had ended. But they were wrong. So very wrong. Ethan’s story hadn’t ended. It had only just begun. He awoke in the realm of the dead, standing before the god of death himself. And for reasons beyond mortal understanding, Ethan was chosen—named as the god’s successor. Power surged through him: the power of death itself. But that was only the beginning. Unbeknownst to anyone—not even his parents—Ethan had already been marked by another force. The goddess of life had chosen him at birth as her successor. Her gift, however, was sealed, set to awaken only when he turned fifteen. And on the very day the god of death bestowed his blessing upon him... Ethan turned fifteen. Now he held dominion over both ends of existence—life and death. With his dual inheritance, Ethan could summon the fallen from the afterlife. But these were no ordinary undead. No mindless puppets or rotting corpses. His creations were something far more terrifying. Far more divine. Infused with the essence of life and death, they were immortal warriors—soldiers who could never truly die. They required no mana, no spells, no rituals to regenerate or rise again. Because they were not just undead... They were eternal. Now, Ethan sets his eyes on something greater. Within the very organization that once crushed him, a single desire consumed his mind: power. Power to rise above all. Power to ensure he would never be trampled again. And he would stop at nothing to seize it. A child who had never known love, Ethan now sees the world through a broken lens. And even when a clearer one is offered—when someone tries to show him light—he turns away. He’s grown used to the shattered glass. It’s familiar. It's comfortable. So begins the tale of a boy forged in agony, who walks the path not of a hero… but of a villain. A soul devoid of empathy or sympathy. A heart stripped of trust and untouched by love. With only his immortal legion—bound to him by unbreakable loyalty— And his own unwavering will, Ethan embarks on his road to conquest.
Jaxk_snow · 1.4k Views