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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

The white lotus, a legendary artifact rumored to contain the very secrets of the soul, granted unimaginable power to its wielder. Countless Magi from across the universe waged an epic battle for it. But when the dust settled, the lotus vanished, awaiting to be inherited by the destined one. Adam dreamed of escaping poverty, yearning for a life of riches and comfort. Yet, in a world ruled by arcane spellcasters, achieving such a dream meant becoming one himself. But learning magic was a costly pursuit, one that required talent and resources he did not possess. Until one day, everything changed when he stumbled upon a mysterious white lotus... *** Discord: discord.gg/w4vACWwfSv Ko-fi: ko-fi.com/esenel

Once, a body alone ruled the Three Realms. No techniques. No divine arts. Only the absolute peak of Body Cultivation. They called it the Supreme Immortal Body. Then it vanished without warning, leaving the heavens confused, the worlds unsettled, and countless experts arguing over whether it had ever truly existed. It should have remained a forgotten legend. Unfortunately, it did not.

After being betrayed by her lover for a relic, princess Lena of Moon Palace had no choice but to become a warrior for the heaven. After killing the 6th prince due to unforeseen circumstance, she tried to flee and the space rift got her to an unknown realm there she helped a young man who aids her in this helpless state. There she happens to find some traces of the stolen relic as she can feel it because she resonates with it, what would she do after that, what kind of twisted fate is to befall her.

Once, He Renxiao was a force to be reckoned with—a formidable general and the unrivaled cultivator within his sect, his strength challenged only by one: his revered Shixiong, Mo Shuyi. Ruled by duty, ambition, and unwavering loyalty, He Renxiao believed his path would end in glory. But not all stories could end in a happy way.. In an act of ultimate betrayal, Mo Shuyi mercilessly shattered He Renxiao’s cultivation core, leaving the male weak and helpless. Mo Shuyi didn’t stop with Renxiao alone, however. Their Shizun was taken captive, and He Renxiao himself became a prisoner—a mere pawn used by Mo Shuyi.. In the end, Mo Shuyi ended He Renxiao's life, but He Renxiao managed to kill him too.. But death failed to silence He Renxiao. It was funny, really. Against all odds, his spirit surged once more, this time awakening within a strange construct: the Isekai System named Yin Chen. He came back, inhabiting his younger self’s body, carrying the heavy weight of all he once lost—and the memories of betrayal that haunt his every thought. Before He Renxiao can gather his bearings, fate sweeps him up again. He is assigned on a long-term mission with his mutt Shixiong, kitty Shizun, and asshole half-brother. They are exposed to many complications and people who threaten to expose their secrets, placing their lives and honor on the line. In this crucible of trials, He Renxiao is forced to confront his past. Each encounter tests his resolve, compelling him to grow beyond the limits of his old self. With every challenge, He Renxiao sharpens his insight as he's determined to break the cycle of tragedy that consumed him. He will adapt, forge new bonds, and seize every chance to divert the disaster that awaits. Against the looming shadows of betrayal, He Renxiao is resolved to reclaim his destiny and expose those who threaten all he once cherished. This time, he refuses to fall. (THIS NOVEL IS CURRENTLY UNDER REVISION BECAUSE THE AUTHOR IS SLOW AND DECIDED LAST MINUTE THIS IS NOT THE DIRECTION HE WANTED HIS NOVEL TO GO IN)

"Grant me infinite knowledge, and I shall be as a fulcrum, to move the endless world!" ... Sorcerer Continent—a world where sorcerers exist. Wielders of arcane knowledge. Masters of all elements. Sovereigns of space and time. These sorcerers governed the world with their unrivaled prowess. One day, a young man awakened into this world with his past forgotten and no place to call home. Follow along as Grimm, by relying on his luck and wit, tries to survive and advance in this unforgiving world. Entangled within the machinations of fate, political schemes, power struggles, and wars, he forges his own path and creates a place for himself.

Join the story of five new gods and their creation, as they try and navigate and understand their universe while making sure their own world is safe from any outside danger. Disclaimer: If you expect things should just work out for the main characters, this isn't the novel for you. My antagonist are people with thought and their own plans, they are capable of adjusting if things don't work out their way. Have a fun time reading.

This is a world with only oceans, through which scattered are countless small islands and treasures. With swords, gunpowder, sailing ships, and most important, the Treasure Hunting System, Alka is ready to dominate the oceans! 「Map detected」 「Scanning for Treasure」 「Scan complete」 「Happy Treasure hunting!」

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles. Villagers are fearful of my grandfather. I am fearful of him too. Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me. Even grandfather is afraid of me. ... My name is Chen Shi. The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

The ancient Buddha's head was stolen by a monster with a human body and a sheep's head. The Ghost buried an eye in the Buddha's temple, and from then on, the world's fire was extinguished, and darkness engulfed the continent. To combat the Ghost' invasion, the gods of day and night were born between heaven and earth. This is a narrative passed down for generations by storytellers. What was the true nature of the ancient Buddha, the Ghost, and the wandering gods of day and night on the once great continent? Perhaps, traces can be found in a troupe named 'Zhou Family Troupe.' The Zhou Family Troupe, is a troupe that performs operas specifically for the dead...

【Brand New Setting】【Fully Developed System】 When you awoke, you had become an official known as "Minister of Agriculture" in a fantasy game. "Dynasty's Prosperity" version: You diligently cultivated the "Seasonal Order," from "Harmonizing Winds and Rains" to "Summoning the Winds and Commanding the Rains," from "Bountiful Grain Harvests" to "All Things Flourish," commanding the seasons and quietly developing. You achieved minor successes, joined the army on expeditions, and controlled the "Four Books of Agriculture." You froze thousands of miles of great rivers to pave the way for the army. With "Miasma" you slew enemies, "Fog Shadow" obstructed tens of thousands of troops, establishing unparalleled military exploits and rising to the position of Director of Agriculture, secretly seizing the fate of the dynasty, all falling into your hands. "Spiritual Energy Resurgence" version: You nurtured "Mountain Spirits and Wild Creatures": Twin lotus make you invulnerable to both water and fire, the Seven Star Sword cools the light across Nineteen Provinces, Parasitic Species feeding on living beings, Void Species rooting in the void to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth... You established an inner scenic area, cultivated immortal species, with "Grand Taiyi Lotus" replicating en masse! "Ancient Tree of Life" immortal and indestructible! "A true seed falls into the Dantian, can nurture spiritual sprouts for ten thousand years, one day when the cultivation is complete, my life is governed by me, not by the heavens!" "Heart fire shines like the sun, kidney water is the source, spleen stores earth, lungs refine through metal, liver sustains with qi. Using the body as the foundation, nurture original species, foster all laws, achieving the status of Shennong Dao Master !"

Chen Xi looks at the soldier who just threw a rock weighing a few hundred kilograms away and looks at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the late Eastern Han Dynasty? It doesn't make sense to see Lu Bu single-handedly cut through the ten-thousand-strong cavalry. Zhao Zilong ends up truly possessed by a dragon soul. Is he really human? Dian Wei single-handedly defends Cao Cao as they storm out of the enemy camp and slaughters a few thousand cavalry of the enemy. His combat strength is off the charts! Is there something wrong? Chen Xi touches a goose feather fan and fans it. A strong gale blows and he sighs. "This must be some mythical story, right? Even I'm not normal anymore."

Adrian Lunar suddenly found himself thrown into the world of supernaturals when his mother was murdered and his sister abducted by a demon. Bitten by a rabid wolf on the verge of his death he was turned into the first ever werewolf. Driven by revenge, with the help of a witch whose memories were stolen by a demon. They solved the cases of the supernatural to help those harmed by them like they were while also searching for the demon who took his sister and the witch's memories.

As civilization begins to heal from the scars of the past, haunting remnants still linger. And it appears these remnants are now being exploited for clandestine agendas. ​ A world, pure and pristine, guarded by its own protectors, now finds itself threatened by the shadows of hidden forces. ​ The prophecy has spoken, but time has overtaken it. Now, none can say for certain when the end shall come to pass. ​The Untouched Realm—a realm amidst thousands, even an infinity of others. It stands as a sanctuary of the purest energy, as yet untainted by external forces.

Description: Moving past the death of his only friend and teacher. Orb heads into the world to find a way to die happy and fulfilled. Though the boy who lives in the present carries the weight of something that lived in the past. A curse, a blessing, a legacy. The story of those who carry things they should never have had to, and the choices of their lives which affect them and the world as a whole. Three chapters a week. link to cover artist: https://www.fiverr.com/winda_chu?source=inbox  Usually, somewhere between 2000 and 3000 words per chapter. Notice: This will be a long, long story, so it will be a slow burn for at least the first two arcs. But if you are interested in a long, wide-ranging story, I hope you will read. Notice 2: I will be fixing the grammar of the chapter within my story, around 5 per day, starting from 25/05/2025. I have heard the grammar in the earlier chapter has been an issue for many, and admittedly, I have always sucked at that aspect, which I have gotten a lot better at over the years, so I will be redoing that. Logs and other special chapters are not included in this five-chapter count. Notice 3: All corrections are done.

Lucian Thornwick transmigrated to Hogwarts and became a new student. He had originally planned to study magic diligently and steadily improve his strength. Unexpectedly, he awakened a heaven-defying level of comprehension and created his own spell right from the start. In that instant, a true magical genius was born. Harry: Wasn’t I supposed to be the Chosen One? Why do I feel like Lucian Thornwick is the real savior? Hermione: I’ll give everything I have, just to be able to follow by his side! Snape: Fame doesn’t mean everything—but talent does! Dumbledore: Do not fear the darkness ahead, for behind us stands Lucian Thornwick! The Dark Lord: What Harry Potter? Lucian Thornwick is our greatest enemy! —------------------------------ Visit my Pa treon for Advance Chapters: patreon .com/DevilWarden

Mankind prospered in the modern age, but one day, everything changed. Mana descended onto the world, making a permanent change to society. Alongside it was also the appearance of monsters invading the world from the sky and from below. Gods pitied mankind and bestowed divine bloodlines, creating superhuman people called the Supernals who can fend off the invaders. But not everyone who became a Supernal is suited for the role. Those people are pariahs that don't belong anywhere, especially when there are quotas for each divine bloodline. In a world where society revolves around those with divine bloodlines, Kai is a Supernal with the lowest talent. He doesn't fit with normal people and is too ordinary to mingle with Supernals. He was ostracized for hogging a slot in a divine legacy, and his only family suffered for it. But Kai isn't weak. It's just that nothing could properly check his bloodline. [Primordial Bloodline awakened] [Patron God: Goddess of the Primordial Night] Now, with the bloodline of the final night inside him, he will bring terror to those who wronged him. However, there's one big problem that he hadn't realized. -- Bonus Chapters will depend on your votes: Power stones, golden tickets, gifts, or even comments and reviews if the mood is great! 100 Power Stones: 1 extra chapter! (Delivered every Monday) 50 Golden Tickets: 1 extra chapter! 100 Golden Tickets: 3 extra chapters! 250 Golden Tickets: 5 extra chapters! (Delivered at the start of a new month) A Castle: 1 extra chapter! A Spacecraft: 3 extra chapters! A Gachapon: 5 extra chapters! -- I do not own the cover of the book; if you made it and want to take it down, just say so, and I will immediately change it.

Name is the Soul of a living. When the 7th Star died, fate, hope, and balance collapsed affecting the genesis of the world.The world tried to recreate itself inorder to fit in the cosmic order but ended up in adversity. Slowly, essence was fading out and it lead to potential possibilities imprinting itself in the world. These possibilities eventually became intense to the extent that even the Heavens had to be indulged in matters. It was around this tale did many strive for change for a perfect world. But was also battled by a careful dance of destiny. Defeated or Not it's uncertain. Since immemorial, ever since The Great Fall Of The Badu Dynasty, no other dynasty ever survived for more than a ceuntry. All the great proving dynasties were reduced to ashes by the Golden Fate which befell the world. 10 Great Ages of 10 Great dynasties, and yet the imbalance the world has sunk into still grows deeper. To even make Heaven roar. Ages of promising geniuses; Ages of ruined geniuses; in a world clouded by mislead and lies; when would the ruined clearly see the sky?? The question remains unanswered. From despairing to forging a path of his own, a youth hovered in a humid dark sky amidst the thick clouds that had a strong smell of blood. He adorned in a bloody canvas as he aimlessly pointed his magical sky-shattering sword horizontally to a ruined scarlet castle deeply hidden behind the density of the bloody clouds. Encircling this youth were 5 brown gems gleaming weakly. Because his entire being was heavily soaked in blood, his pupils could not be seen but if one looked closely, it could be noticed that his eyes glowed like a moon.

Just a imagination of a borard guy, trying make somehow big, for his own. it'll be a prequel to my previous work Maharakshak. if you hadn't read it, you can try. it's ok story. and if you don't know what's written up above, just pretend it's not written, and this is the real Synopsis. " it's a story about a question and a superhero. The question being, does human needs the power or superhero, and superhero being just a normal guy, who does not know what a superhero supposed to mean, for him his powers are just that, a normal. thing, he didn't understand why they are so special." " story will progress in direction of a typical direction of any movie, the only shiny part maybe being the simplicity of it." " the hero is a pure guy, who does don't care about how other's think of him , he has only one goal trough out the story and that's he sticks to till end, believing his heroism nothing more then an accident." " the villain is also a pure guy, but ome who has seen the world and has his edges cleaned by it. you can think him as a guy who knows the answer, but did not want to admit it. he is more human then the hero, who seems little comical and too pure for the world. his only shortcoming being after getting powers he couldn't control it."

There are things in this world that people can name. Gods. Monsters. Heroes. Kings. And then there are things that don’t fit anywhere. Natsu is one of them. He appeared one day with no past, no origin, and no place in the order of things. No one saw him arrive. No one knows where he came from. And somehow, that absence is more unsettling than any presence. He lives quietly, as if that will make him real. He cooks. He works. He helps when he can. And when people meet him, they leave with the strange feeling that something is missing—not from him, but from their understanding of him. Those who look closer begin to notice the inconsistencies. Injuries that shouldn’t close… disappear. Beings that should not kneel… do. Memories begin to feel unreliable in his presence. It’s not power. It’s not magic. It’s something worse. Something that doesn’t behave like it belongs in reality at all. As more people cross his path—warriors, outcasts, and things far older than either—Natsu becomes the center of a quiet distortion. Not because he seeks it, but because the world cannot seem to decide what he is. Some will try to understand him. Some will try to use him. Some will fear him. None of them will succeed. Because this is not the story of a man rising to become something greater. It is the story of something that should not exist— trying, against all odds, to live as if it does.