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Conatus of the Iconoclasts [Conatus Iconoclasta]

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An army of 150,000 men marched in sync across the valley, their footsteps causing the very mountains to tremble and the ground to convulse. They chanted prayers of the old. Today shall be the day the wronged are vindicated, the oppressed are recompensated, and the fallen are avenged. A man clad in armor made of Xitesos-iron, mounted atop a beautiful black steed gazes over the valley, towards the walls of the walled city nestled between massive mountains. His mane of long, wavy hair tousles in the breeze, much like the bright red flags the cavalry behind him carry. Crepuscular rays penetrate the skies, looming over the massive army and the city in the distance. Listen—because today the sky is at war, and it all started with a boy's home turned pyre. One spark, unquenched: a crimson-eyed orphan, forged in ash and ambush, chasing ghosts through empire's jaws. What is conatus, if not this primal roar—the ache to shatter icons of loss, to reclaim dawn from rain that devours all? In a world of marble scars and stolen skies, one soul defies: not for glory's hollow gleam, but to kindle what the dark named impossible. -------------- Some info regarding the novel: This is a historical fantasy novel set in an expansive, living, breathing world with many different factions and diverse biomes. Conquest, finance, logistics, power systems, politics, dramaturgy, emotional growth, revenge, morality, becoming a better person and fights—such themes are prevalent in the novel. I try to make descriptions cinematic and captivating, during both grand junctures and intimate moments, making sure the text composition feels almost poetic. I am not a good writer by any means, but I have lofty ambitions, and if such a writing style appeals to you I would really recommend this novel. The characters in this novel are quite complex and almost real-like. They are written with the intention of making the cogs in your mind turn and your morality clash (that, and providing for some extremely entertaining moments). I'm inspired by works like bleach, and want the characters to be unique like Kubo Tito's, not just copy paste cliches. A lot of characters, places, weapons and other stuff will be based on real historical events and names and what not. Great conquerors, grand cities, fabled kingdoms and monolithic turning points. There isn't any magic per say (magic in its supernatural form), rather,broken abilities are a natural, imbuded part of this world in a bio-physiological aspect. Its a well balanced power system that isn't too overpowered, which would lead to stagnation and steer away from the themes of the novel. Release frequency- There is no fixed frequency, but I try to upload as often as possible. Expect some insane power scaling in later chapters (Around the end of the Dusk to destiny arc (vol 2) )
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Project X: the Apex

ORDER OF THE PITCH They took his consciousness without his consent. No warning. No permission. No explanation. When Daniel Adebayo opened his eyes he was inside a facility he'd never seen, surrounded by strangers he'd never met, competing in a tournament he'd never entered. The prize? The chance to become the greatest football coach alive. The cost? Everything. One hundred young minds were selected for this system. Forty have already been broken and sent home — returned to bodies lying in hospital beds while their families sit beside them and cry and receive no answers from the people responsible. The survivors have a name now. The sixty-six. And the next stage — the one they call The Crucible — is designed to reduce that number by half. Six groups. Six constraints. Each one targeting a different weakness. Each one designed not to test what these candidates do best — but to destroy what they do worst. Because the man who built this system understands something most people don't. Pressure doesn't reveal weakness. It reveals truth. Daniel is about to find out what his truth is. He's about to find out what football really means to him — not the answer he'd give in a class, not the answer that sounds right, but the answer that lives underneath everything else. The one that only surfaces when everything is broken and there's nothing left to hide behind. He's also about to find out that the tournament is the least dangerous thing in this facility. Because somewhere in the shadows — in a room that doesn't appear on any schematic, in an organization operating on three continents, in the space between what the people running this project say they want and what they actually want — something much larger is moving. And it has been watching Daniel since before he arrived. In a tournament where knowledge is the weapon — the most dangerous player never touches the ball. ORDER OF THE PITCH For everyone who ever watched a football match and looked at the dugout instead of the pitch. This one is for you.
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Surrendered To The Lord Of Sin

Married to a feared Lord of Sin, a witch must survive his hunger and unravel the truth about his power and her own destiny. Lucrezia Bathory has lived as an outcast from her pack until married to the rumored Devil’s Incarnate of Dreadwyn. A land built on souls of the dead and the throne of human bones—an ugly creature of the dark with sharp fangs, claws, and a monstrous form—known to eat the flesh of the innocent, and drink the marrow of the wicked. To protect her family and House Bathory, Lucrezia carries the cross as sacrifice to prove her birthright. But who knew the creature wedded wasn't as described in the tome as ‘ugly’ but a Sin destined to lure her astray. A Daydream disguised as a Nightmare, and a Nightmare of many colors. *** EXCERPT “You want to know what I want?” He stepped forward, pinning her gaze deep into his bright hazel eyes, reminding her sanity she just treaded the wrong question. When he drew closer, she stepped back, heart drumming loud that its rhythmic sound replaced the sudden silence sealed with heat, until the back of her legs hit the table behind, taking her weight along its surface. Gods… she was only wearing a silk night gown, and the windows were perfectly closed, hearth warm enough against the cold yet she was burning. “I can’t breathe, Lucreiza,” He pronounced her name like a sinful prayer, and she gulped, her mouth almost hanging from delusion. “I can't breathe because you’re fucking me with your scent. I’m going crazy with every passing second I breathe, and seeing you like this, utterly bare, makes me want to make you beg.” It was so short, but she could feel every power, every restrian, every pleasure, just by words alone. How insane can it drive her, were determined by her reaction. Unknown emotions she has never felt before, emotions that heated and chilled her all at the same time. A gasp escaped her lips when he pressed closer, and her legs parted unconsciously, conceding to his unexpressed demand. Now she was pinned in between the body of a monster. One whom she should fear, but felt… expectation? He leaned in and she stuttered a breath, throwing her head back as his fangs grazed her skin in a manner that’s supposed to make her crawl. Run. But instead, it made her desperate. “You don't know even half of what I want, half of what I need.” At this point, Lucreiza’s mind was a totally mess that nothing else registered apart from what he was doing to her. “I’m not just the monster you should fear, witch. I’m the Devil you should deny,” That was the thing… she couldn’t reject him. Fear him. Stir clear. Run. Nothing else made sense to her apart from the burning flames in her chest, the one she never knew when exactly it transpired. The world seemed to cease when she opened her mouth and uttered the damnation, that even the heavens screamed warning from above. “Y-yes,” she whispered, voice hanging from ecstasy. “M-Make me b-beg,” PS: MATURED CONTENT. #webnovel
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