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Cecil "I was killed by debt collectors who were after my father in my past life and got a second chance to change my fate. I won't throw it away." Keith "I don't care that he is my childhood best friend. He is mine and he will always be mine. Even death won't take us apart. Literally..." Dylan "I never knew what love was until I met him. Ever since then, I can't take my eyes off him. For the first time in my life, I want someone. That someone being Cecil." --- "I don't know why you hurt yourself," I say quietly, meeting his eyes. "And I don't need to know unless you want me to." Cecil's breath hitches. "But please—" My voice cracks despite my best efforts. "Please don't harm yourself. It breaks my heart to see the person I love bleeding." The words hang in the air between us. The person I love. I hadn't meant to say it like that. Hadn't meant to confess yet. But it's out now, and I can't take it back. And honestly? I don't want to take it back. Cecil stares at me, his eyes wide, as if he didn't believe my words and wanted to make sure he heard them right. "You... what?" "I love you," I say, and the truth of it settles in my chest like coming home. "I have for a while now. And seeing you hurt—seeing you do this to yourself—it's killing me, Cecil." "You can't—" His voice breaks and he takes a few deep breaths. "You don't know what I am. What I've done. If you knew—" "Then tell me." I squeeze his hands gently. "Tell me everything. Or tell me nothing. It doesn't matter. I'll love you either way." Tears start sliding down his cheeks again. "You shouldn't." "Probably not," I agree. "But I do anyway." "Dylan—" "You don't have to say anything back," I say quickly. "I'm not asking for that. I'm just asking you to stop hurting yourself. Please." Cecil's hands shake in mine. "I don't know if I can," he whispers. The honesty of it breaks something in me. Maybe the illusion that he was fine. I was right in front of him yet I couldn't see the truth. "Then let me help you," I say. "Let me be here when it gets bad. Let me—just let me in, Cecil. Please." "I don't know how." "We'll figure it out. Together." He searches my face for something—doubt, maybe. Or pity. Or disgust.  But all I let him see is the truth. That I love him. That I'm here. That I'm not going anywhere. "Okay," he says finally, so quietly I almost miss it. "Okay?" "Okay. I'll... I'll try." It's not a promise. Not a guarantee. But it's something. And right now, that something is enough. ---
Elbereth_Luo · 9.8k Views

CROSSING THE ELEMENTAL RIVER

“Everyone expected them to be legends—no one asked what it cost.” In a world ruled by elemental houses and unforgiving expectations, power is a cage. When the Heavenly Realm begins to collapse, four young leaders are cast down into the mortal world—a place where magic fades, titles mean nothing, and survival strips them to their core. Ember, a fire prodigy feared for her temper, hides a terrifying secret: the fear that she is only worthy of love when she is perfect. Melissa, an earth mage scarred by years of cruelty, masks her unspoken rage with silence. Between them, a fragile, slow-burn bond grows—one forged in the shadows of a realm that demands they be weapons, not women in love. Kai, the cold, controlled Commander, finds his iron resolve shattered by the one person he can’t command. Felix, whose laughter hides a broken heart, is the only one brave enough to look behind Kai's mask. As the world falls apart, they must decide if loyalty to the realm is worth sacrificing the person standing right next to them. And Leo, the hidden heir to the throne, must find his own strength before the world turns him into a tool of destruction. In a world of shifting loyalties and familiar enemies, they must face the ultimate question: Who are they, when the world stops watching? What to expect: ✨ GL / WLW (Ember x Melissa) ✨ BL / MLM (Kai x Felix) ✨ Found Family ✨ Hurt/Comfort & Slow Burn ✨ Elemental Magic System ✨ Hidden Heir Identity
The_rising_star · 29.8k Views

To Soothe A Dying Sun…(BL)

╭──────༺♡༻──────╮ “What happened to ‘Yes, Your Highness’?” A cold voice asked. “What happened to your dignity as a prince?” Elias shot back in anger. He knew he was being unreasonable but he had to be. That was too close. The prince’s hand moved faster than sight. He hooked two fingers under Elias’s chin and jerked him forward. Elias felt the heat crawl up his neck. His face went traitorously red. Their breath mingled. Up close, the prince looked like a predator. A pretty handsome one. ╰──────༺♡༻──────╯ In the halls of Ravenholm Academy, status is measured by efficiency, and magic is a tool for the elite. Elias Thornbloom, a second-year student from a fallen noble house, wants none of that status. With his moss-green hair and silver eyes, Elias is the plant mage who views his powers as something to use mainly for his family and to help the plants. His only goal is to restore his family’s tarnished name and return to the quiet orchards of family and grandmother. But the plan for silence of Elias’s life is shattered in the same space he thought was safe. Cassian Thalorin, the perfect and lethal Crown Prince, is dying. He is the victim of a parasitic ancient plant curse that feeds on royal magic. To the King, his father, an inefficient heir is a liability; to Cassian’s ambitious brother, Zayne, the curse is an opportunity to steal the throne. The pact they made was simple. ‘Heal me. You and your family gets to live in peace.’ But what happens when the lines begin to blur? ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ ʚ♡ɞ https://discord.gg/HA8vDUkmhf discord server for my books hi guys! it’s me again I used my previous book to learn a lot of things so this one will definitely be better than the last. I’m putting so much effort into this one so please support me okay? I want this as a career.
precious_mcay · 21.3k Views

SETH : The Blind Architect

In the sword-and-sorcery Kingdom of Arcane, the sudden emergence of an unregistered dungeon triggers panic across guilds, churches, and noble houses. Expeditions enter and never return. Rankings escalate from bronze to gold to S-rank, yet the dungeon only grows deadlier—refining itself, adapting, learning. What the world does not know is that the dungeon is not a natural phenomenon. At its heart is Seth Ducalion, the discarded son of House Andreas—blinded, framed, and condemned as useless after a brutal betrayal that costs him his sight and his place in succession. Presumed dead after an ambush on his family’s estate, Seth survives and disappears beneath the earth, where intellect, preparation, and ruthless logic become his weapons. Blind yet calculating, Seth constructs a multi-layered subterranean domain through memory, sound, touch, and precise engineering. Each floor is a deliberate test of attrition, adaptation, and despair. Traps are not meant to kill quickly but to exhaust, mislead, and erase certainty. Magic is countered by mechanism; faith by inevitability. Survivors are not allowed. As the dungeon’s reputation grows, Seth forms uneasy contracts with demons and gods—not as a servant, but as an equal. He eliminates divine subordinates, rejects worship, and accepts commissions only when payment is measured in artifacts and knowledge. His actions draw the attention of higher beings who cannot classify him as mortal, apostle, or monster. Inside the dungeon, Seth refines himself further—creating autonomous guardians, artificial intelligences, living metal constructs, and experimental relic systems. His closest allies include Agatha, a high-caliber witch bound by mutual interest, and Vulcan, a dragon whose mastery of technique tempers Seth’s growing volatility. A catastrophic experiment fractures Seth’s identity, manifesting three ideological variants—Chelsea, Ariel, and Legion—each representing a different path: restraint, growth, and domination. Though united by origin, they act independently, exposing the internal schism forming within Seth’s mind and power. Meanwhile, the world responds with force. Knight orders, noble expeditions, and elite S-rank adventurers descend floor by floor, only to be annihilated. Each defeat confirms a terrifying truth: the dungeon is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to observe, adapt, and prove superiority through endurance. As gods intervene and reality itself strains under the dungeon’s unnatural design, Seth faces a looming existential threat—one that may force him to choose between remaining a hidden architect of judgment or becoming something the world can no longer ignore. Seth is a dark fantasy progression novel about intelligence over strength, identity under pressure, and the cost of absolute preparation—where survival is never accidental, mercy is inefficient, and victory belongs to the one who learns faster than the world can react.
Lucky_Leonardo · 13.8k Views

The Extra's Law

Nathan never imagined that he would enter his own half-finished novel titled "Endless Cataclysm." Yet, he now inhabits the body of someone named Adrian Hale, without understanding why he exists there, as he never wrote such a character. Nevertheless, he enjoys his new life by pretending to be Adrian Hale and receiving love from his family. Until he finally realizes that the place he currently inhabits is destined to be destroyed without a single soul left alive. Destroyed by what? Killed by whom? Nathan does not know, because it was a Plot Hole in his novel that he left unresolved. But that is what is written in his novel, and it will inevitably happen in some form because the World of his novel will not remain idle, ignoring that Plot Hole or its logical flaws. He has witnessed firsthand how the world logically filled in all the deficiencies present in his novel when it became reality. So, what will the world create to rectify the Plot Hole of his death and the inevitable demise of millions of human lives? That is a threat he, as the author, had never anticipated before. His knowledge of the Plot is also useless because he is far removed from the Protagonist, from the main story of his novel. The only encounter between them would be if he manages to overcome that Threat, or if the Protagonist finds his corpse. Nathan is also continually startled by the world of his novel and the humans within it, who create things that surpass his imagination as its author. He is a powerless God, overwhelmed by his own creation that has transcended him. (The pacing is slow at the beginning due to the character development and workbuilding. If you want fast-paced action at the beginning, sorry, this isn't for you.)
Saintnites · 17.5k Views

Take Me Away, Dark Lord!

#VillainDad #CuteProtagonist #Ghosts #Misunderstanding #Transmigration #SmartMC Mira realized two things the moment she woke up in the body of a nameless orphan in a fantasy novel: 1. She is a disposable "shrimp" destined to die in the crossfire of the main characters. 2. She is the only person in this world who can see the screaming, terrifying ghosts that haunt every corner of the empire. Tortured by the wails of the dead, Mira finds only one source of silence: Duke Kaelus von Nacht. Known as the "Dark Lord" and the "Emperor's Sword," Kaelus is a man so ruthless and soaked in bloodlust that even the ghosts are terrified to go near him. To the world, he is a monster. But to Mira, he is a walking, talking pair of noise-canceling headphones. Desperate for a good night's sleep, Mira clings to him, acting like a naive, affectionate child to secure her place by his side. She succeeds, but she miscalculated. Kaelus didn't adopt her out of kindness. He needed a disposable child to act as 'live bait' for the assassins targeting him. Now named Seraphina, she must navigate a deadly game of survival. She thinks she is using him as a ghost shield. He thinks she is a fearless prodigy who loves him. As Seraphina munches on poison berries and naps through ambushes to avoid seeing spirits, the cold-blooded Duke starts to ask the wrong questions. "Why does she only sleep when I am holding her?" "Why does she stare into space with such disdain?" "Is it possible... that I am a good father?" Spoiler: He is not. But he’s about to destroy an entire kingdom because someone woke her up. --- ### Excerpt "Your Highness, the Archduke," the aide whispered, trembling hard to cover his laughter from bursting out. "The child... she is clinging to your leg again." Kaelus looked down. The tiny creature known as Seraphina was attached to his calf like a barnacle, drooling on his pristine military trousers. "She is fearless," Kaelus murmured, misinterpreting her desperate need for his ghost-repelling aura as familial affection. "The assassins are approaching, yet she seeks comfort only in the eye of the storm. She is the perfect bait." Seraphina, currently trying to avoid eye contact with a headless ghost hovering three feet away, squeezed her eyes shut. 'Just don't move. If I let go, the headless guy will ask me where his nose is again.' "Sir," the aide hesitated. "She's... eating your cloak." "Let her eat," Kaelus commanded, drawing his sword. "Whatever she wants, she gets. Except for freedom."
CoffeePrincess · 12.8k Views