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Monarch of the Night: Phantom Assassin

What happens when a dark fantasy novel becomes your reality… — During a failed heist, a slave named Jesper Ivanoski gets hit in the head by one his pursuers. This caused him to awaken memories of his previous life as a mobster who was betrayed and killed by the person closest to him. More importantly, he also realizes that his current world was a world from the novel he read not too long before his death. The problem is that this world is currently at war with monsters who want to take over all of humanity, and cults who are all devoted to the same evil. Armed with the memories of his past life and the knowledge of a story he had had read, Jesper tries to survive this world and the war currently destroying it. He sets out to become an Awakened of one the most deadly archetypes, and he doesn’t stop there. He also creates his own Brotherhood of deadly assassins. However, the higher he climbs in power and politics, the more he realizes that the Monarchs themselves are playing a game he was never supposed to see. *** Note: Mc is an ambitious, ruthless, manipulative, and morally gray character. Female lead can be a bit more crazy. (I really mean it when I say she’s crazy. Infact, think… mental illness meets psychopathic killer.) Her only moral compass is the MC who is trying to help her. Also, please note that this book can get really graphic and is really dark after the first couple of chapters that sets things up. World setting: Tsarpunk (A parallel inspired by 19th century Russia. Although there’s a bit of advancement in places due to magic and lots of gothic elements.) First few chapters may seem slow, but it picks up really quickly. Other tags: No-Harem, No-Harem, No-Harem, clan building, family growth, found family.
Feathered_pen · 11.6k Views

The Last Remaining Kindred

Nille F. Tsukuyomi, great-grandson of Amparo Pilar Fajardo and Takeshi Tsukuyomi, carries in his veins the hidden legacy of the spirits that dwell between the human realm and the unseen worlds. A mark etched upon his right shoulder bears witness to this power, a silent sigil of destinies intertwined. Born of both Filipino and Japanese blood, he is also a direct descendant of Tsukuyomi, the Japanese moon god, the crescent moon etched beneath his tattooed Enlil symbol glowing with quiet significance. Towering at six feet, with silver-gray eyes that pierce through darkness and long black hair that flows like midnight, Nille stands as a living convergence of two ancient mythologies. In a world teetering on the edge of war, haunted by the remnants of forgotten gods and restless spirits, he must navigate the duality of his heritage, awakening powers drawn from both the ancestral spirits of the earth and the divine luminescence of the moon. Enemies lurk in every shadow, drawn to the strength and legacy he carries—those who would seek to claim it, and those who would destroy it. Yet Nille’s path is not only one of survival; it is a journey of identity, of destiny, and of mastering the delicate balance between mortal blood and divine essence. In his veins flows the pulse of ancient worlds. In his heart burns the struggle between human will and celestial inheritance. And the fate of both realms may hinge upon the choices of this extraordinary scion, whose very presence is a bridge between what is seen…and what is eternal. If you want, I can also craft an even more cinematic, “opening-novel style” version that reads like the first paragraph of an epic fantasy, with a sense of impending war, mystery, and supernatural grandeur, it would
illorien · 24.8k Views

ARKSTORM

"Was he a man dreaming he was a butterfly? Or a butterfly dreaming he was a man?" For a century, the continent of Laurasia has been a sepulchre of ash. What was once a tranquil expanse of kingdoms and emerald forests is now a Demonic Hell, usurped by the Demon Legion. Skeletons and carcasses are the only harvest in lands where humanity once thrived. Now, the few remaining bastions of mankind flicker like dying embers against an encroaching, eldritch night. In the heart of this chaos, within the high walls of the Capital, lies the Sanctus Sanctum—the supreme echelon of Mageia and the iron fist of the Magis' Guild. Seraph was the Sanctum’s ghost. A lowly orphan whose family was slaughtered by the swarm, he lived as a frail Acomage, bullied to the brink of death by noble-born magis who used "Mageia duels" as a veil for cruelty. After a ruthless assault left him broken and coughing up poisoned blood in a desolate infirmary, the boundaries of the multiverse fractured. A mysterious soul from a dark dimension—ancient, cunning, and lethal—has merged with the dying youth. Two fates, forged into a single, unstoppable entity. Now, the boy who once fled in terror has awakened with eyes that see the hidden truths of the world—one Gold, one Azure. He possesses a knowledge of the Macrocosmic that defies the ancient laws of the Magis' Guild. Seraph is no longer the victim cowering in the shadows. He is the master of a power that even the Demon Legion will come to fear. From the blood-stained halls of the Sanctum to the frontlines of the Great War, he will not just survive. He will become the cataclysm that ends it. The butterfly has awakened from its dream. And it has brought the Storm. (⌐■_■)
TDMarches · 47.4k Views

OP: Transmigrated as a Half-Mermaid, I’ll Change the World for Robin

I transmigrated into the worst possible world of One Piece: a Celestial Dragon slave, a mermaid hybrid, and marked on my collarbone. But I know that in the West Sea, there is a blue-eyed girl on the run. So when I was twelve, I found ten-year-old Robin, gave her a bag of bread, three Berries, and a sentence she spent her whole life proving: "Knowledge is innocent." Then I turned around and joined the Navy. I was taken away by Vice Admiral Tsuru to become his disciple, trained by Vice Admiral Garp, and nurtured by Fleet Admiral Sengoku. I climbed to the position of general, my hands stained with countless lives, and built my web of power. I thought I could control everything, until the peacock died in my arms. From that day on, something shattered completely. His naval colleagues began privately referring to Admiral 'Cloud Fox' as "the silver-haired mad dog." It doesn't matter. I would rather become a disciple of the Five Elders, the Financial Martial God, and become Im's sharpest proxy, than hide my ambitions and purposes in the vortex. Hancock loves me, Vivi falls for me in a political marriage, Nami says my embrace is the only safe haven, Perona only stops having nightmares in my arms, and Reiju chases me from dreams into reality. But every night, I still touch the burning mark below my collarbone and think of those pale blue eyes in the granary. Robin, wait a little longer. Wait for me, this mad dog, to... tear the old world apart for you.
Solyura34 · 138.5k Views