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Chronisoul

(I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com) To summarize this story in one sentence: A boy is Chosen to stand against a person who was never meant to be evil but now rules it. In the long term, without any spoilers. It's about a boy who becomes a god but still chooses to be human. A story about the cost of power and why someone would want it. When seventeen-year-old Damon Vale lost his mother, his whole world cracked. Not just with grief, but also with an impossible truth. Damon is no longer just a high schooler dealing with gangs and betrayal; he is the descendant of a powerful Queen of Woewyn, a kingdom on a realm carrying good and bad in excess. Raised on Earth by the Queen who lied to save his life, Damon is gifted and burdened by a power that literally bends elements and is constantly on the verge of purging his own body. Now, ancient gods and demons are pouring in and out of The Multiverse, some disguised as humans. Chronisouls, some torment, some help. For Damon, the choice is simple: Embrace the divine power that hurts him from the inside out, or watch his life on Earth, including the one girl who sees past his walls, shatter forever. From quiet rooftops(literally) to cosmic wars(also literally), Damon must discover if saving existence means losing the simplicity he always wanted, getting something better... or obtaining worse. (He doesn't really look like the cover. I only used it 'cause a friend made it for me and it's pretty cool. He looks like my pfp)
Crystopall · 158k 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. 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 a clue, and definitely without an invite.
J_TSTBR_Cultivator · 45.5k Views

Beneath His Skin

Caution: This book contains mature content and is intended for matured readers. ***** I knew if he left this room, he'd keep fighting alone until his heart simply gave up. I hated him for it. I hated him for being so difficult, but the thought of him being gone made my stomach turn into a block of ice. My brain went numb. My instincts took over. I stepped in front of the door. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely feel them. I grabbed the hem of my dress. I can't believe I'm doing this for a man I wanted to kill an hour ago, I thought. But whatever was pulling me, didn't care about my anger. In one fast, desperate motion, I pulled the dress over my head and let it drop. The cold air hit my bare skin, making my nipples turn into hard, sensitive pebbles instantly. I stood there, completely naked, my heart hammering so loud it echoed in my ears. Oh! Moon Goddess, just end me already. **** She was too weak to stand beside him. And his heart already belonged to another. Azura Moryn knows the rules of the Crescent Moon Pack:power is everything, and without it, you are nothing. Rankless and orphaned, she has survived on the edges by being invisible. But invisibility is not weakness, it’s a choice. Behind her quiet exterior is a resilient spirit, a surprising bravery, and a clumsy, lovable heart that refuses to be crushed, even when the odds are impossible. Rhydor Drakemire has everything. Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, feared and respected. Groomed for greatness. And deeply in love with the woman he plans to make his Luna. So when fate makes Azura his mate, the choice is simple. He rejects her. A weakling has no place beside an Alpha. And he refuses to give up the woman he loves. The bond should have shattered. Instead, something ancient awakens. Forbidden magic stirs beneath the pack lands. Golden light erupts. Pain tears through them both. And when they wake, the world is wrong. Azura opens her eyes inside the Alpha’s body, strong, powerful, untouchable. Rhydor wakes in hers, powerless, scorned, and unseen. Now their souls switch without warning, trapping them in each other’s skin while enemies circle closer and the pack begins to fracture. Every secret they uncover changes what they thought they knew, about strength, about weakness, about each other. And beyond the pack borders, a brutal Alpha King rises, draining Lunas and hunting power in his obsession with immortality. Old prophecies resurface. Whispers spread of a truth long buried: Only a female Alpha can bring him down. As forbidden magic stirs and betrayal creeps closer than loyalty, an ancient legacy refuses to stay buried any longer. Azura is about to learn the truth of her own blood. And the mate Rhydor rejected may be the one fate chose to change everything. Some bonds are broken by pride. Some curses are written in blood. And some destinies can only be uncovered…
Stephie_writes · 281.6k Views