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Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 138.1k Views

CURSED MOON

the fractured kingdom of Eldrath, where humans forge uneasy alliances with elves against endless hordes of orcs, ogres, and werewolves, Derk stands as a living legend of war. Towering and battle-scarred, wielding the colossal spear-sword Bonebreaker, he carves through monsters with unrelenting fury. Yet beneath the rage lies a single tether to humanity: Layla, the silver-haired half-elf healer whose gentle touch and quiet strength are the only things that keep his demons at bay. Together with his lifelong comrade Varg—charismatic, golden-haired, and rising swiftly toward the rank of general—the trio forms an unbreakable force. Varg’s tactical brilliance and easy charm have earned him the loyalty of soldiers and the admiration of allies alike. On the blood-soaked battlefields of Thornhold Gate and beyond, they fight side by side, turning the tide against King Gorvath’s savage legions who kidnap and defile human women as trophies of conquest. But the full moon brings more than monsters. Ancient curses stir in the shadows, and whispers from forgotten powers begin to twist even the strongest bonds. As victories pile higher and the war grows ever more brutal, cracks appear in what once seemed unbreakable trust. Derk’s world is built on blood and loyalty—yet when the night of betrayal arrives, it shatters everything he thought he knew. A dark fantasy epic of visceral combat, graphic savagery, forbidden desires, and heartbreaking loss. For readers who crave the raw intensity of Berserk, laced with tragic romance and shocking turns that leave no one unscathed.
IAMHMLR · 3.1k Views

Benevolent Demon

They call him a demon. But he remembers who the real monsters are. In a world where mercy is a weakness and the divine are more cruel than the damned, kindness is the rarest weapon of all—and the most dangerous to draw. Sirus died a human and woke as a nightmare. But in this rebirth, there are no "cheat codes." No system-granted divinity. No ancient mentor to guide his hand. There is only the cold, hard weight of a psychotic work ethic and a rage that could burn the heavens to ash. Why read this? The Death of the Hero: Forget the "power of friendship" or the "chosen one" destiny. Sirus isn't here to save the world; he’s here to survive it, even if he has to decapitate every god in his way. The Self-Made King: Witness a protagonist who loses everything and gains the world back through sheer, agonizing effort. He won't just destroy the empires of the cruel—he will tear them down and rebuild them in his own image. A World of Monstrous Truths: Explore a dark fantasy where humanity’s "goodness" is a mask for rot, and the only "benevolence" to be found is at the edge of a demon's blade. A Warning to the Faint of Heart This is not a hero's journey. This is a monster’s reign. If you seek a protagonist who debates morality while his enemies breathe, look elsewhere. If you want blood, chaos, and a king who earns his crown in the dirt, you have found your chronicle. Do you want blood, or do you want more? Warning Mature Content: This archive contains intense violence, gore, abuse, and the unapologetic use of strong language and mature humor. Viewer discretion is strictly advised (17+).
Krythor_Press · 690 Views

IM AN ORC?

He died a nobody. He woke up as something worse. Aiden Cross spent thirty-two years being overlooked, underpaid, and underestimated. When his heart finally gave out in a hospital bed with no one at his side, he figured that was the end. No grand exit. No second chances. Just silence. He was wrong. He opens his eyes to the stench of blood and stone, a body that isn't his and a clan of orcs that see him as nothing more than leftover meat. He is the smallest. The weakest. The one nobody bothers to name. In the brutal hierarchy of the Black-Tusk Clan, he is less than nothing. But Aiden Cross did not survive thirty-two years of being stepped on without learning one thing: how to wait, how to watch, and exactly when to strike. A System awakens inside him — one built not on brute strength, but on hunger. The DEVOUR ability lets him consume the essence of everything he kills, evolving beyond the limits of his race, and a stat unlike any other begins to climb: Desire. The higher it rises, the more the world bends to his will. The more those around him begin to notice him. Want him. Follow him. He starts at the bottom. He will not stay there. From a whelp named Ruk clawing for scraps, to a High Orc commanding war parties. From a mountain cavern, to an empire that stretches across the continent. From a single, desperate survivor, to a king surrounded by the most dangerous and beautiful women in the world — each one bound to him not by chains, but by choice. This is not a story about a hero saving the world. This is a story about a man who was given nothing, and decided to take everything. Kingdoms will fall. Bloodlines will bend. And the world will learn the name it once refused to give him. ____________________________________ Hello my name is SirPerry, this is an idea based off a couple anime I had watched and I wished there was more to the story. After a long waiting anticipation I eventually starting creating my own outline of a story to satisfy that need to read/watch more. Only use of ai to help create illustrations of characters to better help readers visualize them while reading. I use spell checker in the computer itself and it will sometimes leave things uncorrected, please let me know and I will fix incorrect spelling errors. Official Discord - https://discord.gg/KGj7mfWze [Slow burn] [Fast action] [Power progression] [Harem] [Light romance] [Adult themes]
Sir_Perry · 12.1k Views