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The ultimate mamluk

This is the story of one Georgian man called Davit Manvelashvili.He was born in the family of peasants in Kvemo Kartli region of Georgia.He was separated from his parents and brothers at the age of 5.This happened because he was kidnapped by thugs who traded with slaves.These thugs took him to the Ottoman capital-Istanbul,where he changed several masters and eventually ended up with the man called-Mustafa.He bestowed 11 year-old Davit to the governor of Iraq-Suleiman pasha the Great,who was Georgian.This governor named him Davut and send him to the islamic school-Madrassie.There he learned islamic law,Quran and oriental languages:Arabic,Ottoman Turkish and Persian.He learned all of these subjects very well and as a result,his master paid him special attention.Suleiman personally taught Davut horseriding,swordsmanship and archery.After finishing his studies Suleiman released Davut from slavery and made him free man.Davut became his official bodyguard.At the age of 27,Davut got married with Suleiman's daughter-Rabia.They had 3 sons and 1 daughter. In 1822,he officially became the governor of Iraq.He made Iraq flourish with irrigation channels and wells.He constructed libraries,mosques,silk factories,public bathhouses,hospitals and bridges.He also founded the very first publishing house in 1828-1829.Besides,he had extremely strong army that consisted of 100 thousand Georgian mamluk soldiers.This army was divided in 3 units among his 3 sons.In 1831,he attempted to make Iraq independent from Ottoman empire,but he failed and was captured by Ottoman forces with his family.The Ottoman sultan-Mahmud II exiled him in Bursa(City in Turkey).
Ana_Sopromadze · 23.7k Views

The Alphas Revenge: The Sin of Deceit

WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- “They forced you? I see no scars!” His voice was cruel, almost amused—like he wanted nothing more than to carve the truth out of my skin himself. A scoff left him as his huge hand snapped up, grabbing my jaw and wrapping around my neck, forcing my gaze up to his. Eyes like a true Alpha… rare, dangerous. Even in the dark, I could feel it—like he saw straight through me. “I see no missing fingers… your tongue is still intact. Nails… nothing about you shows that you have suffered.” His grip tightened. My mouth fell open as I gasped, tears spilling down my face. “…I come here and I expect that at least you would give me the decency of the truth! Yet all I hear is lies!” His voice rose, shaking the air between us. “You look soft and weak… but that’s all a mask!” His fingers pressed harder, pain blooming through my jaw. “You have a dirty soul!” ================= Raven was young, naïve… and an Omega. She stumbled upon their pack—three powerful Alpha brothers who could have ended her life in an instant. Instead, they let her go on one condition: she must never reveal their location to anyone. But fate was never merciful to her. When she returned home, her father was panicked—an attack was coming from the Moonburn Pack and someone had to divert their enemies’ attention. Raven is forced into an impossible choice: protect her family or preserve another. To save her own, she betrays someone else’s. It was the beginning of her ruin. Not only did her decision unleash chaos she could never undo, it marked her for revenge—by the Alphas she had wronged, and by the consequences of her own deceit. Now she struggles for survival in a world ruled by powerful Alphas, broken promises, and dark desire. But can a girl who betrayed so much ever find redemption—or love—without paying the ultimate price?
Colorful_madness · 23.3k Views

I’m Not Your Husband, You Evil Dragon!

Yuuta Konuari was the weakest, most average guy on Earth. Barely scraping through college. Working a part-time job. Growing up in a quiet orphanage with no family to call his own. Life was simple. Predictable. Lonely. Then fate played a cruel game. One night, he dreamed of a woman. A stunning, powerful Dragon Queen from another world and he slept with her. The dream felt so real that he woke breathless, but he convinced himself it was nothing. Just his lonely mind playing tricks. He forgot about it. He moved on. He continued living in silence for Five year. Until she showed up in his room. Erza, the Dragon Queen, crossed worlds to find him. She brought a child with silver hair, tiny wings, and red eyes that looked exactly like his. A little girl who called him "Papa." She gives him one year. One year to prove himself worthy of being her mate. One year before she kills him for tainting the royal bloodline. Yuuta should be terrified. He is terrified. But he has never had a family before. And Elena with her wagging tail, her boundless curiosity, and her absolute certainty that Papa can fix anything has already claimed his heart. On the surface, this is a story about a mortal man who somehow won the heart of an ice queen. A slice-of-life romance about cooking, dancing, and learning to be a family. It is warm. It is tender. It is the kind of story that makes you believe love can conquer anything. It is not. Beneath the surface, something else lurks. A secret buried in Yuuta's blood. A past he was forced to forget. A truth that connects him to the very monsters hunting them. The scars on his back are not from childhood accidents. The nightmares that wake him screaming are not random. And the woman who swore to kill him is beginning to realize that the mortal she despises is not the villain she imagined. He is the victim. The forgotten son. The boy who was never meant to exist. As enemies close in from both worlds, Yuuta must uncover the truth of his origin before it destroys everything he loves. He does not have magic. He does not have power. He has only his hands, his heart, and the stubborn refusal to let go. He doesn't need to be a hero. He just needs to hold on. But holding on may cost him everything. Join DragonVeil Discord: https://discord.gg/Z97qm22k2Q
Ben_Lies · 1m Views

System Tearstone [The Original]

The curse was named SystemTearstone—or simply crimson heart. Centuries ago, a new kind of curse system was created. it was punish the 5th class god named Jiǎng Língxi—now wearing the skin of a powerful mortal Dàozǔ from the Méi Rén Sect. The curse had no form, only a red gem floating in a dark fog. Then it met a perfectly broken yet unbreakable soul named Kirihito Orohana, later known as Wèi Yīlíng. The curse roamed for half an eternity, bound to the pure soul’s revenge and its own mission: to win the Violet Throne and become the 5th god itself. But cool ice always melts, today or tomorrow. The curse system itself is also cursed. So will he never fall for anyone and claim the throne? Or will he remove his own existence by destroying the curse—or by becoming the full Violet Gem once more? Welcome to System Tearstone— where soft beginnings lie, and descent is inevitable… and beautiful. Author’s Note : The beginning may feel soft—almost deceptively gentle. Please don’t be fooled. System Tearstone is my beloved monster. Written without safety, without shortcuts, carved straight from bone and breath. It is a story about devotion that scars, about gods who fail, and about choosing to feel— even when feeling hurts. If you choose to read this, you become one of my tearstones— something fragile, something precious, kept close through both tears and quiet smiles. This is not a game system. It is an emotionally cursed one. announcement: This book's version 2 will come soon! don't be mad at your little author for being messy here! it was just the first time. the next one will be better I promise♡. but I can't guarantee that the ver.2 would be my last try with this book. I might rewrite this book many times in many way. so you'll meet them in many ways better and better rather before. [ Release time : Friday & Saturday Chapters : Two chapters per day ( for having other issues & more book . might sometime miss if there is any problem) ] [ Paused updates for the next month. not abandoning you all! just forced to stop for exam. Do not hesitate to follow us. we'll be back surely. Just the situation isn't supporting us. I hope you'll understand♡ ]
YanYeXin · 198.5k Views

ASHES OF THE INNOCENT

It all started with a curse. In the sterile halls of St. Solace Hospital, Laura—wounded, desperate, and blinded by grief—cast a curse she never meant to. A curse that tore through the innocent, striking a child who wasn’t meant to bear its weight. Rozzi, a hero caught in the shadows, made the ultimate sacrifice to protect that child, her life extinguished in the Spiral’s growing darkness. And Asto De La, a father shattered by loss and betrayal, was pushed to the edge of madness. His quest for justice became a battle against something ancient and merciless—a forest that remembers every name, every pain, every secret. Now the forest watches. Elias, a boy who should have died that night, lives on beneath the trees. Saved by a silent girl whose name he never learned, he became the Spiral’s last heir. He writes the names of the forgotten into the dirt so they don’t vanish, so the curse doesn’t spread. But memory is not merciful. And the Spiral never forgets. When the dead begin to whisper and children wake remembering things they never lived, the curse calls again. Elias must choose between becoming a monster like the one who saved him… Or breaking the forest’s heart one name at a time. The Forest Never Forgets is a chilling supernatural tale of memory, sacrifice, and the weight of love that refuses to die. This is where grief grows wild and names become roots. Dear Readers, Some stories are born from fire. This is one of them. In the shadows of forgotten places, in the silence after screams, the past waits. It doesn't fade. It doesn't forgive. And if you dare to look too closely, it might look back. The Ashes of the Innocent is not just a story of grief, curses, and the supernatural—it's about the aching cost of love, the terror of truth, and the monsters we inherit. Every word was written with trembling fingers and a haunted heart. I hope you read it with the same fire. Welcome to St. Solace. Remember: once you enter, it remembers you too. With ash-stained pages
Gra4ce · 56k Views