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A Canticle for the Broken

Beneath the steel-and-glass skin of the modern city of Veridia lies the Aethel, a dying magic of old pacts and older blood. Elara Vayne is a restorer of broken things antiques, artworks, a life perpetually on the edge of ruin haunted by a psychic resonance she calls the ‘Echo, a torment that lets her feel the ghostly imprints of objects. Her life is a carefully constructed cage of quiet until she inherits a decrepit old house and a strange, tarnished key that weeps dark fluid onto her skin. The key is a summons, and it awakens something that has been hunting for her. Kaelan is a Wraith, the most feared enforcer of the hidden supernatural order known as the Conclave. Cursed with a parasitic shadow that demands a feast of pain, he is a weapon of absolute control, his humanity a distant memory. His new assignment is simple: find and eliminate the last Vayne, a bloodline of legendary, monstrous power, before she can unleash the Devouring force they once commanded. When Kaelan corners Elara, the kill-stroke fails. Her touch doesn't just repel him; it brings a silence he has never known, a momentary peace from the entity that gnaws at his soul. For Elara, his presence is a catalyst, igniting the latent power in her blood and revealing the truth: she is a Relic, a human vessel for an ancient, voracious magic that craves the essence of other supernatural beings. Thrown into a reluctant alliance by a common enemy a cabal within the Conclave that seeks to harness Elara’s power for themselves. they descend into the city’s occult underbelly. Here, they uncover the brutal history of the Vayne line, the true nature of Kaelan’s curse, and a terrible prophecy that binds their fates: she is the lock, and he is the key, and their union could either save the world or unmake it. Their romance is a slow, torturous conflagration. It begins in friction and distrust, a battle of wills between Elara’s desperate grasp on her crumbling humanity and Kaelan’s cold, practiced brutality. It deepens into a reluctant alliance forged in shared danger, and then into a devastating emotional dependency. he is her anchor against the devouring hunger inside her, and she is his only respite from eternal torment. The magnetic, forbidden desire between them is a poison they both crave, a fragile light in the overwhelming dark. But trust, in a world built on betrayal, is the most dangerous magic of all. A devastating fracture is inevitable, born of a revealed truth and a necessary, soul-shattering betrayal that will leave them both broken and ignite the supernatural war they sought to prevent. The climax unfolds in the ruins of the Vayne ancestral home, a place where the veil between worlds is thin. As the cabal enacts its ritual to tear the Aethel asunder and the city begins to crumble into chaos, Elara and Kaelan must face the final cost of their love. To win, they must make the ultimate sacrifice, offering up the very thing that saved them each other. The resolution is not a clean victory, but a bittersweet and soul-wrenching reckoning that will leave them forever changed, their love story etched not in a happy ending, but in the permanent, beautiful scars they have left on the world and on each other’s souls.
Solvyn · 10.5k Views

The Jester’s Silent Grave

In the blood-soaked Kingdom of Morvath, Ciro is not just a fool in a cap—he is a monster painted in motley. Known as the man death refuses to touch, he slaughters the Tyrant King's enemies with a smile, his laughter echoing over piles of corpses. He fears nothing. He feels nothing. Until he meets Her. Princess Elara is the only light in his abyss. Their love is a secret bloom in a garden of rot, hidden within the cold palace walls. But when King Valerius discovers their affection, he does not offer Ciro the mercy of execution. Instead, the King devises a punishment far worse than death. He forces the Jester to attend the royal wedding. Standing guard at the altar, Ciro must watch the only woman he ever loved say "I do" to a foreign prince. No chains hold him back—only the threat against her life. As the vows are spoken, the monster inside him doesn't rage. It simply dies. Now, the Jester still walks, still kills, and still smiles. But everyone who looks into his hollow, dead eyes knows the terrifying truth: "Some deaths happen without a grave." [WARNING] This novel is a Dark Fantasy containing elements of Extreme Gore, Psychological Tragedy, and Anti-Hero themes. The story explores the complete destruction of a man's soul. There are no fairytales here. Read at your own risk. #darkfantasy #psychological #gore #jester #assassin #brokenmc #tragicromance #royalguard #coldmc #betrayal #grimdark #villainprotagonist #obsession #fallenhero
Adoyyy · 488 Views

GRAVE OF HEROES

They called it the Victory—the day the Demon King was defeated, thanks to the great heroes who risked everything to save the world. But they were wrong. The real disaster began when the battle ended. From the fallen demon and the slain heroes emerged a dark curse, a hungry mist known as the Grave of Heroes. This mist doesn’t just kill; it devours magic, memories, and hope. It turns the world into a desolate place. In the midst of all this is Ronan. He’s not a hero; he’s a medic who survived the final confrontation not because of strength or skill, but by pure luck. Plagued by the ghosts of the heroes who fell around him, he now tends to the sick and dying in a world that no longer values healers. He carries a heavy secret: his immunity to the Blight. It seems to push him away, as if he holds no significance—just an empty soul in a world filled with fading magic. Ronan's fragile existence is upended when remnants of the old regime find him. They don’t see him as a healer; they view him as a tool, a key. The heroes he admired didn’t die completely; they became twisted and corrupted, trapped within the Blight. The once-great Sun-Knight is now a dormant shell of light and decay, while the cunning Shadow Ranger has transformed into a wild, ghostly figure. Now, Ronan faces an impossible task: he must rescue the broken heroines he once looked up to from their own corrupted powers. But he won’t wield a sword. Instead, his strengths are his compassion, his determination to fight for every patient, and the unique ability that allows him to reach out to these women without being harmed by their twisted magic. He dreams of creating a safe haven for them, a family born from the ruins of a so-called victory. But a ruthless Warden is on his heels, seeing the corrupted heroes as mere weapons to manipulate rather than lives to save. To help them, Ronan must confront a shocking truth about the Blight: it’s not just a mindless force, but a troubled new consciousness, and the women he cares for hold the power to either soothe it or unleash its final, destructive fury. In a world that has lost faith in kindness, can a healer driven by compassion become the strongest force alive?
obiezedivine65 · 295 Views