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Star Chronicles:Embers of the Calamity

Let Power Be Your Truth. Your Light. And Your Chains. That was the first law granted to the Nyxvalis clan. For thirty-eight generations it held. Through fire and blood, through empire and ruin, through centuries of war waged in the name of a bloodline that had long since ceased to be merely human. It held — and in holding, built a monolith so absolute that the world stopped asking whether it could fall. Then came the 39th Flame. Seven hundred and thirty-one entered the Chambers of Night. Forty-seven crawled back out. Not an army. Not a dynasty. An ember — dim, diminished, and already encircled by enemies who had spent years sharpening their finest wolves in anticipation of its arrival. A heresy in numbers alone. A silent warning to those still bold enough to hear it: If a monolith can tremble — so too can it fall. As the world prepares to record the embers in its annals, so must its instruments play their parts. Those duty-bound to hold the monolith in place. Those eager to test the might of a millennium of power. And the forty-seven — carrying a smiling ember within. A dark gothic world of political deceit and ancient bloodlines. Empires built on inherited violence. Power forged in law and broken in shadow. And beneath it all — the slow, certain rot of institutions that have never once been held accountable. This is the world of The Star Chronicles. A story about survival without innocence. Legacy worn like chains. And the particular kind of power that doesn't free you — it simply decides how you burn. Embers of the Calamity Volume III
Greyfin · 3.5k Views

The Awaken of Paige

Five years after her family was destroyed by greed, betrayal, and cold-blooded murder, Paige vanished—presumed dead by the very world that failed her. Now living under the identity of Victoria, she struggles to hold the fragments of her life together, caring for her siblings while desperately trying to save her broken mother. But something inside her is unraveling. A serial killer has been hunting the guilty—criminals who escape justice—leaving behind a trail of blood and silent judgment. Deep down, Victoria knows the truth she refuses to face: something dark within her is awakening. And then there are the twins. Xavier—dangerous, magnetic, irresistibly lethal. His sculpted presence and haunting aura pull her into a darkness she cannot control, igniting a violent hunger that thrives on blood and sin. Around him, morality blurs, and destruction feels intoxicating. Alexander—the complete opposite. Gentle, refined, disarmingly kind. His warmth feels like a sanctuary, a dream wrapped in softness and light. With him, Victoria glimpses a life untouched by chaos… a peace she fears she does not deserve. Torn between two identical faces from entirely different worlds, Victoria begins to question her sanity. She knows who she is—or at least, who she used to be. So why is she drawn to both men? Why does one awaken her darkness, while the other tempts her with salvation? Desperate for answers, she sets out to uncover the truth behind her fractured mind. But the truth finds her first. In a devastating turn of fate, buried secrets rise, forcing Paige to confront the monster she has become. Darkness and light collide, and the cost of truth demands more than she is prepared to lose. Reborn from pain, Paige rises—not as a victim, but as something far more dangerous. A deadly assassin driven by vengeance. And this time, she shows no mercy—whether the enemy is family, foe… or the ones who once dared to stand beside her.
Ester_Shilume_3575 · 13.9k Views

Tenno in the MCU

As a Tenno, he had known danger his whole life. He faced it and knew the fear that came with it. But never had he felt as helpless as he did now. The Orbiter was in shambles. He was stuck in his Transference Chair. The rest of the ship was in a vacuum. Life support and Ordis were the only things still running. The one thing keeping him sane was the impossible connection he had to his Warframe, which was stranded with his landing craft and a pack of Kubrows somewhere far from the Sol system, alongside a group of aliens who called themselves the Guardians of the Galaxy. Will he be able to find his way back home and escape the strange, starless realm he found himself in? What kind of allies and enemies will he meet along the way? Dare you read about a Tenno who rewrote the story of so many timelines, that even Loki, the god at the end of time, couldn't keep up? Be prepared, for he will not stop until he gets what he wants or dies trying. Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction and is not intended for commercial use. Warframe and all related characters, lore, and settings are created and owned by Digital Extremes Ltd. The Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU) and Marvel Comics, along with their related characters, lore, and settings, are created and owned by Marvel Entertainment, LLC, Disney, and their respective creators and copyright holders. This story is a transformative, non-commercial fan project created out of love and appreciation for the original works. The author makes no claim of ownership over the characters or worlds depicted herein. No copyright infringement is intended.
Sparky20049 · 246.4k Views

The only Necromancer in the Legion of the dead

I never wished to be one of the Dead. Being one of the Dead isn’t what normal people normally pray for. But that's the problem, I'm not normal. Although, in this context, being Dead doesn’t truly mean you are dead. At least, not entirely. It is a state between life and death. Where your soul lingers, your humanity fades, and something else begins to take its place. And yet… I chose it. No. I was chosen. And now, having accepted this existence, it has become my deepest need to become the most evolved of the Dead. Once, I was nothing more than an orphan, just another forgotten boy surviving in the slums, living inside a rusting, converted bus my uncle once used to cook drugs. I fought to survive, 'cause aside from my not so caring uncle, I had no one. Well, not until Death found me. That was when everything changed. Death exposed me to the true reality hidden beneath the illusion of what I once believed the world to be. I saw monstrous things; demons, fallen warriors, and necromantic beings raised through forbidden magic. Souls dragged back from death and forced into existence once more, but in monstrous forms. I saw creatures; evils and beasts that threatened to devour our entire sphere. Then, I also learned the truth. Earth is not the only sphere that exists. There are countless others, each inhabited by different species and creatures. There is the Elven Sphere; the world of the elves. The Orcanian Sphere, home of the orcs; green-skinned beings shaped like humans, yet far from them. And the Dwarken Spheres; the domain of the dwarves. And then… there is the Forbidden Sphere. The sphere of monstrosities. A realm where demons, abominations, and horrors beyond imagination are born. It is from this sphere that the horrors come. These spheres do not exist in isolation. They connect and at times overlap. They bleed into one another… and into ours. Yes… bleed. It is not many times that you will just suddenly wake up and find out that the friend beside you all this while has been an elf or an orc that entered to explore your world, but was hidden from you all this while because you lacked the sight to see through nature. When I was found by death, that was when I learned all this, when I learned who I was, the power within me, my truth, and my destiny. And now, I must navigate through all these worlds and fight all these monsters and demons in order to keep our sphere and other spheres safe. Because if I don't... Our sphere, and every other will fall.
Da_Sn · 2.2k Views