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THE LAST STROM

In a realm shrouded by relentless mist and ancient curses, Hollowveil Village stands as a spectral monument to forgotten horrors. At the Northern Gate, a ghostly monk—his face hidden behind tattered bandages, his form suspended in eerie blue energy—haunts the threshold with a chilling, broken whistling reminiscent of a lullaby gone horribly wrong. When the village’s night is pierced by the brutal massacre of its soldiers—a scene of severed heads, blood-soaked uniforms, and erratic, mind-controlled villagers—the supernatural terror begins to bleed into every corner of this cursed land. Meanwhile, at Bastionspire Fortress, the story shifts to the rigorous training grounds where promising warriors such as Duke, Drex, Jack, Touka, and Samaira push themselves to the brink. Here, raw ambition and the mysterious power of Kendra Energy collide in explosive combat—each punch and parry charged with otherworldly force and the promise of latent potential. Their gritty battles, filled with raw dialogue and hard-fought victories, build up not only their skills but also the mounting tension of an impending mission. As whispers of disappearances and long-forgotten tragedies surface, a devastating assignment is announced: to investigate Hollowveil Village—a place rumored to be cursed ever since a natural disaster claimed hundreds of lives centuries ago. In the midst of this, sinister figures emerge: masked assassins led by the corrupt and calculating Boss Dango, whose oily charm masks a ruthless hunger for profit and power. These operatives, working from the shadows, orchestrate a twisted mining operation deep within cavernous, abandoned passages beneath the village—a dark enterprise that hints at a larger conspiracy and forces the characters into a confrontation with forces beyond mortal control. Haunted by unspeakable rituals, the persistent echo of a monk’s whistle, and the tragic survival of men like Rhett—who claws himself from the grave to warn his comrades—the narrative weaves together elements of high-octane martial prowess, horror, and supernatural mystery. As both the disciplined soldiers and the enslaved villagers find themselves caught in a cycle of death, betrayal, and occult manipulation, every step toward uncovering Hollowveil’s secrets carries the weight of destiny and despair. “BLOOD IN THE FOG: THE WHISTLER OF HOLLOWVEIL” is a relentless journey through a world where courage battles corruption, ancient curses resurface, and the dead never truly rest. Every whispered lullaby hides a scream; every flash of Kendra energy is a spark of hope amid inevitable darkness.
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明朝中兴实录

In the Chongzhen years of the late Ming, the Great Ming Empire was already a house in a storm. In 1644, Li Zicheng took Beijing; the Chongzhen Emperor hanged himself; the dynasty collapsed. At Shanhai Pass, the frontier commander Wu Sangui—caught between national ruin and private grievance—brought the Qing armies through the gates and allied with Dorgon. At Yipianshi, their combined forces shattered the Shun. The Qing rode the momentum into Beijing, and history, as it was meant to be, slid toward the track of three centuries of foreign rule. But in this parallel world, fate veers after the entry through the Pass. The Manchu Qing drive their conquest forward with massacre and iron pressure—only to kindle a fiercer resistance than they anticipated. Ming loyalists, peasant righteous bands, local gentry, and common folk, forged in blood and fire, begin to coalesce with startling speed. What had been scattered, rival struggles harden into a single enmity, a single cause, until an anti-Qing tide rises across the realm. The Qing may surge deep into the heartland, but they are steadily drawn into a long, brutal war of attrition: for every city they seize, new beacon fires flare in their rear; for every suppression, the hatred spreads wider—and with it, the will to unite. When “dynastic succession” is forced to escalate into a war of “national survival,” the resisting forces, tempered by chaos, hammer out new alliances, new commanders, new orders. In the end, this continent-spanning blood war is no longer merely a contest of banners under the slogan of restoring the Ming. It becomes a road of revival—by which the Han reclaim the Central Plains and rewrite the direction of history itself. Through repeated decisive battles and relentless counteroffensives, the Qing’s seemingly inevitable seizure of the realm is reversed. The old capital shines again; rivers and mountains return to their people—and from the smoke of war a new history is born: a world in which the Ming did not perish to the Qing.
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Legacy of Beaumont Dukedom

“I will not become the Duke devoured by madness… nor the son enslaved by his father’s shadow.” Whispers crawl through the ancient halls of Beaumont. Rumors of blood magic. Of betrayal. Of a Duke whose legacy rotted from within. Aldric de Beaumont—illegitimate heir and decorated captain of the royal knights—returns to his ancestral duchy to find it poisoned by corruption and haunted by the remnants of his father’s forbidden sorcery. Branded by a curse he never asked for, Aldric walks the thin line between loyalty and lunacy, between man… and the monster his blood yearns to become. But in the hush between whispers, another voice calls to him—soft, luminous, familiar. As madness stalks his every step, Aldric must confront the truth buried beneath centuries of deceit: the Beaumont bloodline forged a pact with an ancient power now stirring in its grave. The corruption is spreading, twisting flesh and fate alike, and the key to stopping it lies within Aldric himself. “You carry the curse of his blood, Aldric,” Elias whispers—the voice that both anchors and unravels him. Torn between duty and desire, haunted by visions and betrayal, Aldric must decide which nightmare to embrace: The darkness bequeathed by his father… or the one blooming in his own heart. The future of Beaumont—and the bond that defies death—hangs on a single choice. “The storm is here,” she murmurs. “Will you rise from it, Aldric… or drown?”
YenaG · 1.3k Views

Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

"A Rejected Omega, A Dark Alpha Prince and their twisted dangerous fate." Amelie Conley, the eldest daughter of a revered Alpha family, was once expected to carry on her family’s proud legacy. However, when she turned sixteen, she failed to awaken her wolf, which made her earn the scornful title—the Curse of the Conley Family. At eighteen, she found her destined mate and carried his child, believing she had finally been given a chance at happiness. But when she rushed to share the news, she found him in a compromising position with her younger sister, Flora. Betrayal cut deeper than any wound, but the final blow came when he rejected her without hesitation, declaring Flora as his true mate. Shunned and heartbroken, Amelie made the painful decision to leave her pack for the sake of her unborn child. But just as she tried to escape, she was ambushed—hunted down like prey. Desperate to protect herself and the life growing inside her, Amelie fled to save herself and her unborn child, only to collapse into the arms of an enigmatic stranger—Gabriel Sinclair. Gabriel was no ordinary man. He was the Alpha Prince, a name feared across the nation. For twelve long years, he had scoured the lands for his mate, only to find nothing. He had convinced himself that the Moon Goddess despised him, just as his own mother had. But the moment he laid eyes on Amelie, everything changed. "You were marked, weren't you?" His voice dropped, edged with something dangerously close to possession as his gaze met hers, demanding the truth.  The question left Amelie in a dilemma. She didn't wish to tell him the truth. "I am not an ordinary wolf, Amelie. Who the fuck marked you before me?" Gabriel voiced in a possessive yet intimidating tone.  Amelie didn’t know that the man, who saved her was none other than the infamous Dark Tyrant—the Alpha Prince, Gabriel Sinclair, whose intentions were still unknown to her. ~~~~ **The Story is a pure fiction. Names and places have nothing to do with anyone in real life.** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight__pcy
Light_ray · 1.7m Views