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A Song Of Flayed Banners

He dies at twenty-five in a bedroom that isn't his, shot four times by a man whose wife he shouldn't have touched. The last thing Vikram Malhotra feels is the cold spreading through his chest, and then—nothing. Until he wakes up as someone else. Castor Bolton. Twelve years old. Heir to the Dreadfort, a fortress in the frozen North where they still tell stories about flaying men alive. His father is the kind of lord who makes people nervous just by existing. His mother is beautiful, lonely, and carries Targaryen blood two generations back—dragon ancestry that shows in silver hair and violet eyes. And Castor? He remembers everything. Two lives crammed into one head, and he's stuck in a world he recognizes from books he read in another lifetime. Westeros. Years before the story even begins, before the game of thrones tears the realm apart. The thing is, he knows what's coming. Every war, every betrayal, every house that's going to fall. And he's a Bolton now, in a medieval world where power doesn't answer to laws or cameras or angry husbands with guns. Just strength. Just will. Just the ability to take what you want and make people believe it was always yours. The North is brutal. The Dreadfort is worse. And Castor Bolton doesn't plan to waste his second chance playing nice. He's tall, sharp-minded, better at reading people than they are at hiding from him. He knows how to make servants loyal, how to find the cracks in marriages, how to build something dark and useful in the spaces between what people say and what they want. No honor. No redemption arc. No Stark-simp Just a dead man given another life, and a medieval world that's about to learn what happens when someone plays the game without a conscience... 'cause.. .in..the end... the VILLAIN always wins!! -------------------------------------------- For more immersive experience visit my scribble hub site: [ https://www.scribblehub.com/series/2062912/a-song-of-flayed-banners/ ] -------------------------------------------- For complete experience [ volume 1 ] (a lot of images (even r18) better fonts) :- [ https://drive.google.com/file/d/1D7m3VzUjgPusx9O6zNz8pYhyORS5dDs7/view?usp=drivesdk ]
Xlander289 · 222.6k Views

Level-Up Apocalypse

The world did not end in fire. It rotted. Civilization collapsed overnight. Cities fell, demons descended, the dead began walking - not mindlessly, but under a growing, forced will. Vincent, an ordinary man drowning in debt, clung to fragile hope. Then, hell arrived - he became something worse than a victim. A mysterious zombie virus descended, but Vincent did not turn. He awakened as a carrier. He became the first infected - a Progenitor. Every life claimed by the virus strengthens him...and stains his soul. He walks a razor's edge between savior and catastrophe. Survival is sin and requires everything. Venturing into ruins, facing demons, and making impossible choices - there is no good choice. No gain. No winning or losing. No choosing the good. Only choosing the lesser evil. Meanwhile, trust fractures. Humanity's last forces are not as united as they appear. Ghosts of the past hunt them. False grief hides calculated malice. While they battle demons, something far more terrifying has already infiltrated among them. Factions rise, hidden powers awaken. One question looms over the ruins of the world. Can a man who commands the dead still save the living - or will he become the very end he fears? Hopes are fading. The role of humanity seems insignificant. And the end? Certain. In the shadows, unknown forces are at bay. Bound by the universal rules at the moment, restrained. But time is ticking. The day draws near. What fate awaits humanity and the world once the chains break and the mysterious forces can act freely?
HAVEMERCY · 3.8k Views