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Corrupted Whispers

Life is a game—one of who gets to succeed, or who lives to tell the tale of what happened. Nothing is free in this world. This story will show you the true journey of a monster who becomes something far from god. From enemies to friends, from lovers to enemies again, and finally to death and sorrow—there is no such thing as an evil person or a heroic man in this world. Only those who seek the approval of the masses care about other people’s values and emotions. He who seeks truth and power that surpasses all is ultimately the winner. Myths tell tales of the past, only to leave them as fairy tales. But none ask about their origins. Why do some stories have such gripping action, while others speak only of what they saw? What is the truth of life? How can some live past a century, while others die young? What are the harsh truths of life, and how much do they differ from your own suffering? Though I could tell my tale and its ending right now, watching it unfold from the start is a far better experience. This character—no, this protagonist—is a man who grows from a beast into a pure, abominable being who seeks nothing more than eternity. Remember, mysterious spirits and audiences: you asked for this story. Don’t blame me for the results or how dramatic it becomes, because I too wished for it to change. And in this world— Villains are non-existent. The righteous are purely delusional, blinded by their false beliefs and hypocrisy. Remember these words well, my dear spiritual observer. “Nothing in this world can take my heart more than my life’s journey and the memories of how a rabbit and a flower can shape your values more than the hatred of the people you killed.” ~ Sinn I’m new to writing a novel, and I hope to get better over time :) Subscribe to my YouTube, Gothur I seek 1k subscribers
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Blood Of Haven

Before the world burned, there were three... The King of Slayers The Child of War And The Savior Who Never Was. History called them killers. Tyrants. Monsters. The ones who brought the end. But what if history lied? King of Slayers: “I am Victor Zefar, King of the Slayers. I come to you as judge and executioner. Eleven years ago, I met the woman you called queen. I helped her while knowing why you sent her.” She had been sold to me as a slave, sent as an assassin, but my truth set her free. When she realized I knew her mission, she never begged for herself. No… she begged for you. “She begged me to spare you disgusting savages — traitors — demons in human flesh! How did you repay her? How did you reward her loyalty? Tell me, people of Oma… how did your queen die?” Child of War: “I hid in the den of snakes, awaiting the monster who killed Father. He had waged war on my people and won. He loved to claim all that lived. He especially wanted Mother. Only death freed her from his grasp. Now he was after me. I had one mission: kill the monster, or die trying.” Savior Who Never Was: “I lived among the Immortals for a millennia. I was told tales of humanity’s salvation but watched them destroy each other every century. One tyrant in particular was granted blessing and power from the Heavens themselves. I watched him end a race and walk away with their prince,  a mere child — as his trophy. I dared to defy Paradise to get to Earth. I had to end that tyrant’s reign even if my home and people: Haven and the Immortals, were against interfering. What would happen if I left without their consent? Would they fight me? Could they stop me? Well… only the Spirit behind Adam's eyes knows the truth. Was I ever home, or in prison?”
MBU_Overlord_6594 · 8.8k Views