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Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 314.8k Views

SSS Technology System: My Talent's Name Is D.E.L.T.A

[Ding! You have stopped the Cromothean Invasion! You have unlocked the Adamantine Battle Armor (Level 3)] [Ding! You have solved the Cosmic Formula! The cosmic entities have grown wary of your existence.] Years ago, way before I was even born, humanity was reminded that we weren't alone in the universe, and our world was invaded by a race of alien conquerors that called themselves the Ravemites. It was ghastly. And humanity was soon on the brink of extinction until, we were saved by an Intergalactic Organization that called themselves Starcore Nebula. Years later, in the middle of this chaotic relationship between mankind and alien, I, Eric Kaiser — a regular 18 year old kid who had always looked up to these heroes of earth, aspired to be just like them even without awakening any talent, lost my parents in the apocalypse. Since then, I lost any aspirations I had, any admiration I harbored towards these intergalactic agents. Till one day, I came across a strange system that changed my life forever, then I awakened a talent too. That Talent's Name was D.E.L.T.A. And because of it, I was linked to the greatest technological system in the universe, create state of the art weaponry out of thin air? Easy. Hack into the universe's most elite security system? Piece of cake. Being wanted by cosmic beauties across the galaxy? Child's play. But I didn't go unnoticed, soon enough rival galactic organizations and even alien warlords from all over the universe wanted me gone at any cost, so if they wanted to wage a war against me, bring it on. I have no desire to become a intergalactic hero, but with this system, I am justice. So the battle to save earth from these so-called conquerors? it wasn't just the planet's fight anymore, it was mine. They made sure of that the day they let my parents died.
SupremeAuthority · 30.7k Views

Rods Of Fate: The Purifiers Path

“With this Holy Rod, I Purify you.” Long gone the dawn of men, arose the dark Lord athronex. Bringing chaos and despair unto the world of Elysium, and all its inhabitants. The sun turned red and the skies darkened like coal, out of it rained red liquid familiar to blood. Mutating all who came in contact with it into hideous beasts, imbued with the dark lord's magic. Birthing monsters of all kinds and races, to do his bidding. “This wasn't what I meant by finding your own path, anthronex.” Spoke a man with smooth tanned skin, dressed in royal pristine gold armour. Shimmering with an otherworldly light, like the sun itself. “You're all beneath me now Murlock.” ………… “Argh! My head hurts.” A young man with golden hair muttered, his eyes fluttering open. “Where am I?” He wondered, but wasn't given the opportunity to think long as a letter softly floated to his lap. Picking it, it was of the best quality far better than any letter. A single insignia of the sun inscribed on it, with the words. “Sun God Murlock.” Set into a world of magic, mana, beasts and darkness. Aurelien, an 18 year old young man, must navigate his way through perilous trials and thread dangerous paths. Claiming his path as one of the Grand purifiers, the Holy Rods of the Gods. “So you're saying I have to perform an exorcism on her with my Rod?” “Yes young purifier, that is the only way.” “Alright then, let me just inject some mana-” “No!” The busty beauty besides aurelien yelled, as if witnessing a taboo being committed. “The only way to perform an exorcism on a darkhold is by using the sacred rod." She gestured to his pants, a white light shining beneath.
ikudehin_david · 925 Views

Sinphony: of Blood and Mask — The Daughter of Their Enemy

[WARNING: R18+] [MATURE CONTENT] [Strictly for Adults Only] In a house of monsters, the most dangerous thing isn't the truth…it's the feelings neither of them can afford to have. Two rival mafia dynasties. Four dangerous brothers. And one girl who is their greatest mistake. Sin isn't here to be a trophy. She isn't an amateur. Born into a rival dynasty, she knows the Mafia game better than the men who play it. She wasn't sent here to destroy the Riccis...she chose to. Her mission is simple. Go undercover, get close to the four Ricci brothers, find their secrets, and dismantle them from the inside, and watch their empire burn to the ground. She thought she could play them all like instruments. She thought she'd seen every kind of monster the underworld had to offer. Then she met Matteo. Cold. Calculating. Hardened beyond anything she'd faced. While the other brothers were easy to manipulate, Matteo is the glitch in her perfect plan. He is the wall she can't climb and the lock she can't pick. He doesn't just play the game...he rewrote the whole rules. Now, the woman who came to destroy a kingdom is finding herself trapped in his orbit. It was never supposed to be real. It was never supposed to be love. But the more she tries to ruin him, the more she realizes that she might be the one getting ruined. "She came to burn down their empire. She just didn't realize Matteo Ricci was the one holding the lighter."
Emmyclaire · 3.6k Views

Her Name Awakens a Slumbering Fate

WARNING: Some mature content!!! 18+ This is what you call Urbantasy.. Fantasy in an urban setting with a strong female lead -- a story riddled in mystery, magic, and a lot of sass. ======= CHAPTER 1 sneak peek! ======= The air between them tightened like a rope. Cael leaned closer, head tilting slightly, pulling at her waist again, smugness softened into something sharper and quieter. His eyes flicked to her lips then back to her eyes as if asking for permission he didn't need. Hunger of a different kind pumped through Cael. The hunger that Galathea unmistakably recognized as it pressed hard against her lower abs, forcing through the fabric as if it can tear through. At the sensation, Galathea's mouth parted before she could stop it. Her whole body screamed at her to either shove him away or close the last inch between their lips herself. ===== SYNOPSIS ===== Galathea Brooks spent her life surviving quietly -- counting inventory, enforcing rules, keeping her head down inside one of the most powerful art institutions in the city. It's a simple life because paint doesn't talk; power doesn't notice people like her. and names are just names. -- That is... until a painting remembered her. When ancient works buried beneath Artemis Art Gallery began to respond to Galathea's presence, she becomes the center of the system that's older than the building itself. A system that cataloged her long before she knew it existed. Her name is not a coincidence. It is a KEY. Cael Alexander, on the other hand, has always understood control. As Artemis' immaculate but dangerous CEO, he manages secrets like no other. He knows the gallery and its bowels more than anyone. He knows what's hidden; he knows what's awaken. What he didn't expect, however, was Galathea. As archaic works of art start to stir, boundaries fracture -- between observer and artifact, power and possession, restraint and desire. Every choice Galathea makes draws her deeper into fate that doesn't want permission... only acknowledgement. Mind you, awakenings don't ask when you're ready.
AweQoolT · 22.9k Views