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A Better Worlds

In a world where everyone strives to rewrite fate as they see fit, those who dare to challenge the very fabric of reality awaken. They know no fear, for fear is the fate of the weak. They know no pity, for pity is a sign of weakness. Ancient powers awaken in those willing to pay any price for power over the world. Each sees the truth in their own way, and each is ready to destroy everything that contradicts their vision. A fire burns in their hearts, capable of melting even the strongest bonds of the universe. Wars do not begin on battlefields—they begin in the minds of those who thirst for change. And when many paths converge, when impossible dreams and unwavering will collide, the world will change forever. But at what cost? There are no rules in this game—there are only the laws of force. There is no good and evil—there is only the desire for power. And when the last stone falls, when the last spark of energy fades, only one will remain—the one who will bring their vision of a "Better World" to life. But remember: in a world where everyone strives for perfection, there is no room for compromise. And whoever survives this battle for the future will write new laws of existence with the blood of their enemies. Author's Greetings Greetings to all readers! ForestRam is me, the author of this story, trying my hand at literary creation for the first time. I understand that as a novice writer, I may not always meet high standards, and the first chapters may seem less than ideal. Important message to readers: If you notice any errors, typos, or plot inconsistencies, please point them out. I will carefully review every comment. I would be grateful for any constructive advice and suggestions for improving the text. Your ideas for plot development are invaluable to me. Regarding the work on the text: despite multiple rereads, I understand that there is always room for improvement. That's why your feedback is so important—it will help make the story better. I hope your journey into the world of my story will be an unforgettable experience. Enjoy reading! Sincerely, ForestRam
Forest_Rem · 89.9k Views

The Last Oracle's Ember Crown

The black forges beneath Mount Ashen rang with hellish clamor as the Usurper Mordren forged the Ember Crown. Wrought from star-fallen iron and the screaming souls of a hundred slain kings, the relic burned with unnatural fire. Whosoever wore it could command the arcane arts of every realm: silence the ancient songs of the high elves, turn the hammers and axes of the mountain clans against their sworn lords, bend the tempests to his fury, and bind the very blood of men to his merciless will. The free houses of men, elves, dwarves, and halflings set aside their ancient grudges and rose as one in rebellion. At the bloody Battle of the Nine Keeps, amid rivers of steel and sorcery, the Crown was torn from Mordren’s brow. It was carried in triumph to the Arcane Citadel, sealed in the deepest vault, and guarded by the Grand Maester and wards woven in ages long forgotten. Yet Mordren did not die. Neither body nor spirit perished that day. He fled into the deepest shadows, his hatred a living flame, whispering promises of fire and vengeance upon the winds that carried his voice across the realm. Thus spoke the last Oracle of Eldergrove with her dying breath: “When the Ember Crown calls to a boy of no great house, the Company shall be sworn. One bearer, three bloodlines, four true hearts. They shall tread the long and bitter road of flame… or all sorcery, all kingdoms, and all hope shall fall into everlasting night.” Fourteen harsh winters passed.
AS_Riyadh · 4.2k Views

THE MYSTERY SWORD

Blood dripped from the warrior’s sword. A fallen emperor lay lifeless at his feet. An entire army had fled in fear. Yet… The man who stood victorious showed no pride. No joy. No emotion. Because his war… was never truly over. Haunted by visions of a mysterious woman, the undefeated warrior begins to question his own fate. But before he can uncover the truth— He awakens. Not on a battlefield… But as a king. In the vast and majestic empire of Kantharva, where magic flows through bloodlines and towering palaces touch the skies, a ruler unlike any other sits on the throne. A king feared by enemies. A king respected by his people. A king hiding a past no one fully knows. When a young boy named Agan arrives at the grand palace during a once-in-eight-years festival, his curiosity leads him to a story long buried in time. A story of: Ancient magic… Forbidden powers… And a warrior named Ariyan—who came from a distant land known as Preta Desam. But the truth is far darker. Behind the glory of empires lies a history soaked in sacrifice. Thousands died to build this kingdom. And the bloodshed… is far from over. Far away, a terrifying force awakens. The Yokai. Creatures that cannot be destroyed— Unless one makes the ultimate sacrifice. A power known as Agomi holds the key. But its price… Is life itself. As destiny tightens its grip, a warrior named Ratrangasan is faced with an impossible choice: Save the world… Or sacrifice himself to end the darkness forever. Across timelines, across kingdoms, across lives— Fates begin to intertwine. The past returns. The present trembles. And the future… burns. A king with a forgotten past.
myth_maker · 15k Views