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After definition — Unbeing

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.
NOVXELITE · 34.7k Views

Blue Gem [BL]

Blue, a nine-hundred-year-old vampire, has spent centuries searching for something he was told could never exist for his kind—a mate. While vampires are believed to be incapable of forming true fated bonds, Blue refuses to let go of the possibility, especially after witnessing his werewolf family find theirs. The absence of such a connection leaves a quiet but persistent emptiness in him, one that drives his relentless search across the centuries. Everything changes when Blue senses the unmistakable pull of a bond in a small town high school. There, he finds Mason Carter—his mate. However, the discovery comes with an immediate and troubling complication: Mason is only thirteen years old. Unwilling to interfere in Mason’s life too soon, Blue chooses to remain in the shadows. For years, he watches over him from a distance, ensuring his safety while suppressing his own desire to step in. As time passes, Blue becomes intimately aware of Mason’s life—his quiet nature, his insecurities, and the emotional damage inflicted by those around him. Mason grows up in an environment devoid of support. At school, his best friend Caleb slowly destroys his confidence, reinforcing feelings of worthlessness and shame, particularly surrounding his sexuality. At home, Mason faces emotional neglect and a lack of acceptance, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. Over time, the weight of these experiences erodes his self-worth. By the time Mason turns eighteen, Blue is still holding himself back, determined to respect the boundaries he set. However, Mason’s situation worsens. His internal struggles deepen, and his belief that he is unlovable becomes firmly rooted. The turning point comes when Mason gathers the courage to confess his feelings to Caleb, only to be cruelly rejected and humiliated. Witnessing this breaks the last of Blue’s restraint. The years of watching, waiting, and enduring Mason’s suffering become unbearable. Driven by both love and long-suppressed possessiveness, Blue finally steps out of the shadows. He inserts himself into Mason’s life, determined to protect him, support him, and undo the damage that has been done. As Blue claims his place beside his mate, he also sets his sights on those who hurt him. What begins as protection quickly blurs into something darker, as Blue’s centuries of patience give way to a more ruthless side. Those who contributed to Mason’s pain must now face the consequences.
TellyD · 55.1k Views

[BL] Love, Burden, Future And Eternity

***WARNING!!! ONLY FOR 21+!! BE WISE IN CHOOSING WHAT YOU READ!!!!*** Category: BL (Boy's Love) Genre: Fantasy Rating: Mature (21+) Tags: •Slow Pace• , •Reincarnation• , •Immortal• , •Harem• , •Super Powers• , •Sword and Magic• , •Romance• , •Adventure• Kazien realized that he was immortal after remembering who he was, but he also couldn't remember who he was in his previous life. He made a decision that shocked his entire family, which was that he only wanted to marry a man with a cute face. Kazien met a dying high elf, healed him, and suddenly proposed to the high elf named Alvin Dass'el Latreess. And they formed a party called Altareess, derived from their family names, Altavis and Latreess. ******* Kazien received a mission from the goddess, Nirfelia. He refused at first, but the goddess threatened him until he had no other choice. In addition to the mission given by the goddess, it turned out that Kazien was also unable to bear the burden of his immortality. In the future, his entire family would grow old and die, leaving him alone. Even though he had promised himself, every time he looked at his parents or siblings, Kazien couldn't hold back his emotions. He always remembered the inevitable future that would happen. ******** Kazien was very loyal to Alvin. However, when they arrived in the capital, Alvin forced Kazien to accept Allen and Arken as his future spouses. Of course, this led to arguments, and Kazien couldn't understand his future spouse's way of thinking. But since Kazien had sworn not to make Alvin sad, he had to accept Allenzi Altavis (Kazien's cousin) and Arken Altavis (Kazien's adopted brother) as his future spouses. For the rest, please read the story... v^.^v NB: "But the greatest burden of eternal life is not the passage of ages, but the memory that refuses to return."
JulianJujika · 176.8k Views

Under The Scarlet Horizon

Lord Long Xiao, one of the Five Holy Gods and also the newly appointed god overseeing mortal cultivation, had descended to the realms for "research"... or so he claimed. The real reason? To avoid participating in the Gods' Contest, an annual divine competition where gods of various philosophies clashed to determine whose path reigned supreme. Long Xiao never asked for this job. One minute, he was assisting our heavenly therapist while avoiding divine mail. The next, his dearest friends signed him up to replace the wounded Lord Haoyu, former overseer of human cultivation, now in seclusion recovering from a match with Ares, god of war. Naturally, Long Xiao did what any responsible god would do: he ran. Well, “descended for divine research,” as he put it. Scene: Moments before his descent. --- Night fell on Adowa Peak. The winds whispered as they blew alongside the serene river. Long Xiao, standing at the bank of Densu murmured, "The mortals need me... Their cultivation paths are flawed," Long Xiao murmured, his voice barely audible over the whispers of the wind. "They struggle and suffer, all for the elusive promise of immortality. I cannot stand idly by and watch their futile endeavors." he declared as a single tear escaped his left eye. "Mortals don't even need you to hold a teacup, Master. Don't flatter yourself." Lei, Long Xiao's divine mount said bluntly, hovering above Densu. Lei's blunt words stung, causing Long Xiao's annoyed gaze to fall on him, his halo flickering for a moment before his gaze fell back on the river. Divine Rant Activated  --- Why was I selected?  I neither submitted my credentials nor coveted this position. Also I'm the worst possible candidate for this. This means I'm not only a Holy God but also one of the Higher Gods now. Interesting. Really Interesting. --- While the other gods clashed in the annual Gods’ Contest, Long Xiao rode his phoenix into the Twelve Realms, well rode his cloud to be exact. Seeking enlightenment, peace, stories, and perhaps, definitely not intentionally, an escape from his new responsibilities. What he finds instead? A prophecy unraveling. Two prodigies born under the return of the Scarlet Horizon: Xu Lianhua, chaos incarnate with a quick tongue and quicker fingers, running an empire under the guise of an inn. Mo Zeyan, the Wind Sect’s crown prince, graceful as a sword stroke and faster than reason. Both born under a star that had only flared once before the realms even existed. According to Bai Zhenzhu, Supreme Oracle of the Tianyue Realm, these two would either unify the Twelve Realms… …or shatter them completely. And Long Xiao? He’s just the god who stumbled into the middle of it all, without his storage pouch, without a clue, and definitely without an invite.
J_TSTBR_Cultivator · 26.9k Views

MARK BY THE VAMPIRE: my possesive immortal won't let me go

He ran from love. He found eternity. Arav Kumar thought his biggest problem was surviving college in Bangkok. Then he stumbled into the jungle and met something that should only exist in nightmares—a vampire with crimson eyes who looked at him like he was coming home. *"I've been waiting a thousand years for you."* Now Arav is no longer human. He's something the supernatural world hasn't seen in millennia—a convergence bloodline with the power to reshape reality itself. Vampire speed. Witch magic. Shape-shifter instincts. Divine blood. Four impossible powers in one body that's supposed to be dead. But power makes you a target. **Ancient vampires want to own him.** **Obsessive princes want to possess him.** **The Vatican wants to destroy him.** **And the First Vampire—the creature who started it all—just woke up. And he's hungry.** Caught between a bonded mate who's loved him across lifetimes and a world that sees him as either weapon or trophy, Arav must survive supernatural politics, Vatican heists, and an obsessed vampire prince who'll burn down the world to make Arav his. **The bond says they're invincible together.** **Their enemies say that makes them twice as vulnerable.** In a world where immortality is currency and love is leverage, how do you protect what's already dead? How do you trust a bond that might have stolen your choice? And how do you fight when your enemy has literally been planning this for *three thousand years*? When your heart beats for someone who doesn't have a heartbeat, when your soul is bound to someone across infinite lifetimes, when ancient powers want to tear you apart and obsessive vampires want to claim you— *Love isn't just a choice. It's survival.* **One convergence vampire. One ancient bonded mate. A thousand enemies. And zero time left.** Because in the supernatural world, forever doesn't mean safe. It means you have eternity to lose everything that matters. *A dark paranormal romance where immortality meets destiny, obsession wears a charming face, and the only thing more dangerous than falling in love with a vampire... is being the one vampire everyone wants to own.* **Enemies converging. Powers awakening. Time running out.** The question isn't whether they'll survive. It's whether their love will.
Bluebutterflywrite · 28.9k Views

All Men are Mortal

NEW STORY ALERT synopsis... In a world where power defines destiny, weakness is a crime. Socrates Trueblood was once the brightest genius of the Trueblood clan—a young cultivator whose future seemed limitless. But a single act of loyalty changes everything. When he challenges a stronger enemy to protect his sister’s honor, he wins the impossible battle… and loses everything. His meridians are shattered. His cultivation is destroyed. His future is erased. Cast aside by fate and captured by forces far beyond his control, Socrates is dragged into the brutal world of gladiators—where men fight, bleed, and die for the entertainment of the powerful. In the arena, cultivation means nothing. Only strength, strategy, and the will to survive decide who walks out alive. Years pass in blood and iron. Through countless battles, broken bones, and impossible odds, the fallen genius slowly claws his way back from the abyss. He buys his freedom with scars carved into his flesh. He rises through the ranks of the military. He becomes a warrior feared on the battlefield and revered across the nation. But the world of cultivation has not forgotten him. Enemies gather. Kingdoms collide. Ancient powers awaken. And the greatest truth of all remains unchanged: every cultivator, no matter how powerful, eventually reaches the same end—Ascendant. The final realm. The final LIMIT. One can't bypass this limit. ALL MEN ARE MORTAL. If Socrates is a man… and all men are mortal… Therefore, Socrates is a Mortal... This is the basic.. The truth.. The logic... It's a fact that can't be changed nor denied. Yet one broken gladiator refuses to accept that truth. This is a journey of a man, a mortal who want to defy the law of the world and become an existence beyond the realm of mortality. Whether he'll live up to achieve this or he'll perish halfway depends if You all are willing to follow him on this journey.. A very long brutal journey...... ALL MEN ARE MORTAL
Pen_Del_Autor · 24.9k Views

Chronicles of The Careless Immortal

Synopsis: Chronicles of the Careless Immortal When the world wept and the skies mourned in thunder, he laughed. Not from joy — but because he was born that way. They called him the careless immortal, a man who walked barefoot through the ashes of fallen temples, wine gourd always in hand, laughter echoing between heaven and earth. Once, he was a name whispered with reverence across the Celestial Realms — the Immortal of Clarity, blessed by starlight, adorned with the Emperor’s favor. Now, he was but a shadow of his former self, wandering beneath mortal skies, half-remembered in myth and half-feared in prayer. Born from a mortal family trained by the immortals, his destiny had always stood between heaven and earth — too wise for the mortal dust, too wild for the celestial halls. His laughter could stir the wind, his sigh could move mountains. Yet, beneath the drunken eyes and careless grin lay a sorrow that even the heavens could not heal. He was cast down — stripped of title, stripped of light — for a single unforgivable sin: Contact with the Dark Realm. For that, the Heavenly Emperor decreed punishment beyond redemption. He was bound to face the Heavenly Tribulation, where lightning carved judgment into his bones, and the heavens themselves mocked his fall. But he survived. And from that day forth, he became the immortal who would not die, the fool who defied heaven’s will — a wanderer among mortals, laughing in the face of gods. --- A hundred thousand years ago, the heavens split apart. The war between good and evil broke loose like a storm across the cosmos. Yet as the flames rose, few could say what “good” truly meant — or where “evil” began. Even celestials hesitated, torn between duty and conscience, law and truth. The Heavenly Emperor, cold and distant, sent his immortals to the mortal world — to observe, to judge, to report what was just and what was corrupt. But when the Drunk Master ; Master of the Jade Cloud Pavilion: the Jade Radiance Monarch, returned from his journey, he brought more than words. He brought questions. He brought truth. And truth, to the heavens, was the greatest sin of all. For when he spoke — when he dared to call the heavens blind — the stars trembled, and the Emperor’s decree echoed across the realms. What followed was not a war between Heaven and the Demon Realm, but a far more dangerous conflict: A war between Celestial and Law. The Jade Radiance Monarch stood alone on the boundary of chaos, wine gourd swaying at his waist, his laughter rising through the ruins of heaven. Behind his mockery lay a vow that even the heavens feared — that one day, he would return not as a servant of heaven, but as the one who would judge it. And thus began the Chronicles of the Careless Immortal — the tale of a fallen god, a broken world, and a laughter that defied eternity. ___ Please! I know it might be a little clinche, but please give it a try. thanks for stopping by.
SelmaQing · 50.9k Views