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The Chronicle of the defect Prince

The Unveiled Hunger: Chronicle of the Relic Prince In a world ruled by Aura and Ether—energies believed to define strength, intelligence, and destiny—Kale Silpatra is a mistake the world cannot explain. Born as the last son of a royal bloodline, Kale enters life without Aura, without Ether, and without brilliance. He barely speaks, barely learns, and seems painfully slow compared to those around him. What he does possess, however, is an insatiable hunger—one so primal it borders on terrifying. When fed, he is quiet, almost gentle. When starved, his eyes redden, his body moves on instinct alone, and the only word he mutters is “meat.” At first, Kale is treated as a failure, a joke, a burden to a powerful kingdom that prides itself on gifted warriors and enlightened scholars. He is bullied relentlessly—by nobles, academy cadets, instructors, and even trained elites who see him as less than human. Yet, paradoxically, Kale survives everything thrown at him. He adapts without learning. He fights without technique. He grows stronger in his sleep, as if his body remembers something older than Aura itself. While other students train by circulating energy, sharing Aura, and studying ancient forms, Kale kills monsters bare-handed during academy trials meant to break seasoned warriors. His physical strength, reflexes, and instinctive combat sense render even legendary swordsmen wary. Slowly, whispers begin to spread across the kingdom. Records are written. Observers are assigned. A single name is repeatedly underlined in royal reports. Unknown to Kale—and to most of the world—he is not merely a prince. He is a Relic. As ancient truths resurface, a secret cult emerges—ordinary people bound by forbidden knowledge of the past. They do not wield Aura. They command beasts instead—dragons and colossal monsters capable of leveling castles. They believe Kale’s existence threatens the balance of the world, for his body proves that Aura and Ether were never necessary to begin with. Amid political tension, monstrous invasions, and escalating wars, Kale forms fragile bonds with three individuals who anchor his humanity: His mentor, a retired, iron-blooded war veteran who understands strength without illusion. His sister, torn between duty and protectiveness. A sharp-tongued, resilient girl, whose companionship grows naturally beside him, unforced and unspoken. As the story deepens, the truth behind Kale’s birth, his missing intelligence, and his abnormal hunger begins to surface. In the shadows of forgotten ruins, Kale unknowingly consumes an Ancestral Stone, awakening voices that have waited generations to speak. By Chapter 27, the world learns what Kale truly is—and why gods once feared his kind. Blending brutal suspense, dark mystery, academy politics, massive-scale warfare, and unexpected comedy, The Unveiled Hunger unfolds into an epic where laughter masks terror, strength defies logic, and history itself trembles before a quiet boy who only wanted to eat. Because when hunger awakens, even gods learn to run.
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The Pawn Who Said Yes

Lucia Watts was once the golden daughter of Tomasso City, born into an illustrious family, raised in love, and destined for brilliance. But at seventeen, she made one fatal mistake: she brought a stranger named Anna Smith into her home. That mistake destroyed everything. Betrayed by the woman she trusted, Lucia’s father was framed and sentenced to life imprisonment. Her family collapsed overnight. Her father died under the wheels of oncoming traffic. Her mother lost her sanity. The hospital that carried her family’s name was stolen. Lucia died that day. And Emma Wilson was born. Four years later, Emma returns as the elegant and untouchable director of a Swiss cosmetics empire. Beautiful, ruthless, and patient, she has only one purpose: to drag Anna Smith and everyone who helped her into hell. Her path of revenge leads her straight to Ricard Anderson, Anna’s fiancé, a powerful CEO, and the perfect weapon. Lucia approaches him knowingly, seduces him deliberately and lets him fall in love with her step by step. She uses his desire, his influence, and his devotion as pieces on her chessboard. Ricard knows the truth. He knows she is using him. He knows her love is a lie. And yet, he chooses to stay. “I know I’m just a pawn,” he says. “But I’m willing.” As secrets are exposed, traps are set and blood debts are repaid, love becomes the most dangerous variable. Lucia wins her revenge but at the cost of everything else. Because some love stories are never meant to be saved. And some women choose revenge over redemption. ... Umee say that: Hi there! First of all, thank you for the interest and for the enthusiasm. Truly. Every time I open my comments and see new invitations to add Discord, buy promotion packages, commission comic adaptations, or “have a quick chat,” I’m reminded that my story has somehow wandered into a very busy marketplace. That said, I should probably set expectations gently before anyone invests too much energy. I’m not looking for promotion services, paid advertising or commissioned artwork. Not because they’re bad ideas, just because they’re not ideas I currently need. I don’t have the budget, the urgency or the illusion that my story is secretly one step away from becoming the next global phenomenon. I’m very aware of where my work stands. It’s doing okay. Respectably okay. Not “adapt-everything-immediately” okay. My passion for writing exists but it hasn’t reached the stage where common sense quietly exits the room. I promise I’m not underestimating myself, I’m simply being realistic, which is a personality trait I’ve grown quite attached to. Another small but important thing: I’m not really interested in chatting, exchanging ideas, networking, or building creative alliances in private messages. I write best when left alone. I think best when no one is pitching anything to me. And I function best when my inbox is not screaming for attention. So if I don’t reply, please know it’s not personal, it’s just me choosing silence over small talk. That being said, if you’re genuinely curious about me rather than what I can potentially become or produce, if you want to see my everyday life, random thoughts, quiet moments and the unmarketable parts of my existence, I do have my Instagram linked in my bio. You’re welcome to follow it. No proposals required. No introductions needed. Just observation, at your own pace. I truly wish you the best with your creative work, your art, your promotions, and your ambitions. Creating something and trying to get it seen is hard, I respect that deeply. I just prefer to walk my path slowly, quietly, and without turning every interaction into a business opportunity. Thank you for understanding, for stopping by, and for letting me return peacefully to my writing corner, where the only thing I’m selling is words.
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