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Blood Of Haven

Before the world burned, there were three... The King of Slayers The Child of War And The Savior Who Never Was. History called them killers. Tyrants. Monsters. The ones who brought the end. But what if history lied? King of Slayers: “I am Victor Zefar, King of the Slayers. I come to you as judge and executioner. Eleven years ago, I met the woman you called queen. I helped her while knowing why you sent her.” She had been sold to me as a slave, sent as an assassin, but my truth set her free. When she realized I knew her mission, she never begged for herself. No… she begged for you. “She begged me to spare you disgusting savages — traitors — demons in human flesh! How did you repay her? How did you reward her loyalty? Tell me, people of Oma… how did your queen die?” Child of War: “I hid in the den of snakes, awaiting the monster who killed Father. He had waged war on my people and won. He loved to claim all that lived. He especially wanted Mother. Only death freed her from his grasp. Now he was after me. I had one mission: kill the monster, or die trying.” Savior Who Never Was: “I lived among the Immortals for a millennia. I was told tales of humanity’s salvation but watched them destroy each other every century. One tyrant in particular was granted blessing and power from the Heavens themselves. I watched him end a race and walk away with their prince,  a mere child — as his trophy. I dared to defy Paradise to get to Earth. I had to end that tyrant’s reign even if my home and people: Haven and the Immortals, were against interfering. What would happen if I left without their consent? Would they fight me? Could they stop me? Well… only the Spirit behind Adam's eyes knows the truth. Was I ever home, or in prison?”
MBU_Overlord_6594 · 11.7k Views

The presence

If even one of my novels gets popular, I plan to turn it into a manhwa or manga—so please help boost its visibility by adding it to your favorites and leaving a comment! His name was Nathaniel Emberworth Wyndham, a simple nineteen-year-old with unruly dark hair that often fell over his deep, shadowed eyes. Of average height and quiet demeanor, he moved unnoticed through the bustling streets of the city he reluctantly called home—a world too loud for someone who preferred silence. But one day, everything changed. Nathaniel found himself in another world—Infipousdefinity Despous Ta-Neter Mundus—a place of endless mysteries, strange beings, and creatures unlike anything known to man. **The reason i created this novel** Sometimes, we find ourselves in new places—new environments, new cultures, surrounded by new people. And in those unfamiliar worlds, some will take advantage of your ignorance. They will trick you, deceive you, or try to manipulate you for their own gain. In such an environment, where there’s no one to rely on but yourself, you must observe carefully and stay cautious. Don’t give your trust easily. Learn to survive and live on your own without depending too much on others. We dream new dreams. We grow cautious because of people. We crave things like status and wealth, knowing how hard life can be without them. We miss the ones we used to laugh with, miss our families—even just a little. We feel the distance, the separation, and fear we might not overcome the challenges ahead. As our surroundings change, we experience new things. Some people abandon us, while others change on their own—maturing, evolving. Yet even as we grow, we remain the same person behind that mature facade. We stumble and cry, we feel pain and keep it buried inside. But in time, we learn to fight back, realizing that pain fades once we learn to shield and defend ourselves.
1st_unknownauthor · 2.2k Views

The Sundering West - Book 1 - A Silver for the Devil

Welcome to Perdition’s Fall—a boomtown where silver veins run deep, and secrets run deeper. The American frontier is a lie. Beyond the dust, the cattle, and the clang of the railroad, an older world hides in plain sight. It’s a world of hungers that have nothing to do with gold, and whispers that travel on wires no one can see. Cain Hart knows those whispers. A bounty hunter with a cursed gaze and a revolver loaded for more than just men, he trades in the teeth of monsters. When a tarnished silver dollar with an unnatural sigil calls him to Perdition’s Fall, he finds a predator stalking the rail camps—one that leaves behind not just corpses, but a chilling, spiritual rot. Lilith Valencourt is a historian of the unseen. An ancient vampire archivist dispatched to this chaotic frontier, she observes the fragile treaties between were-rangers, skin-walkers, and forgotten things. The disturbance in Perdition’s Fall is not just a local tragedy; it’s a datum in a terrifying pattern, a deliberate tear in the fabric that keeps the nightmares at bay. Eleanor Finch believes in facts, not fairy tales. A widow running the town’s telegraph office, her world is one of schedules, click-clack codes, and pragmatic survival. But her wires are beginning to carry strange, ghostly messages. The static is forming words, and the town’s shadows are moving with a purpose she cannot explain. As a series of gruesome, impossible murders grips the town, these three strangers are thrown together on a trail of blood and old magic. They will navigate a labyrinth of hidden alliances, ancient grudges, and their own demons. To survive, the hunter, the vampire, and the telegraph operator must learn to trust each other before a nascent evil, born of ritual and a hunger for absolute void, consumes Perdition’s Fall and opens a door that can never be closed. A Silver for the Devil is the explosive first chapter in the Sundering West series—a visceral, epic fantasy woven into the brutal tapestry of the American Old West. It is a tale where every shot echoes, every shadow holds a history, and the price for survival is often paid in blood and damned, silver coin.
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Remnants of the Guard: Bearer of Lightning

What if World War 2 and the the geopolitics of the Industrial Revolution were decided by epic anime showdowns? Captain of the Guard Thut Tanhkmet has served the Imperial family of Setet during a long and successful career, ensuring their safety and orchestrating the achievement of their most critical military objectives. With new orders instructing him to find and rescue a kidnapped Sibylline Oracle-child, a weapon of untold power in the wrong hands, he embarks from the capital at once in pursuit of the realm’s continued security. But he will soon learn that a conspiracy has hatched in his wake that threatens to upend all he holds dear. Kapitanleutnant Roskvir Englihavt is a young war hero of the Albion Royal Marines, who has quickly shot up through the ranks thanks to his nigh-unmatched prowess in the mystical martial art of sjaelsvabening. He is duty bound to carry out a surprise attack striking deep into the unsuspecting Setetic Empire, but after each sortie finds himself evermore skeptical of the machinations of cutthroat superiors. When he discovers within himself an unexpected sympathy for a strange young Setetic princess, those treasonous new doubts set him on a deadly collision course with Albion's sacred warrior code. Second Lieutenant Kerauna Iumatar is fresh out of the Patrol Corps academy, the Setetic Empire's premier officer training college, when her spat with a noble scion sees her demoted and reassigned to distant backwater. But by a strange twist of fate, this only places her in just the wrong place at the right time to tilt the balance of the coming war. Each of the three thinks themselves ready to weather any storm, even an unexpected war. But none are truly prepared for the sudden cataclysm that derails every plan, and shakes each of their former loyalties to their core.
cloakofsaffron · 6.2k Views