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Crownless Ascension: The Shepherd Saga

Having once been a celebrated warrior, he spent his last days overwhelmed by the burden of conflict, experiencing remorse, despair, and a profound sense of emptiness from a soul ravaged by the terrors he had seen. In obscurity, he passed away, a person whose inner self had long departed. However, passing was not the conclusion. The Infinite Creator, though invisible yet ever-present, granted him another opportunity, transforming him into something greater than his previous self. He is revived in another world, awakening as Lythion, an insignificant herder located in a humble community. In this realm, creatures such as succubi, vampires, terrifying undead, and gigantic beings wander freely. Moreover, he is guided by a mysterious System, presenting challenges and missions exclusively tailored for him. Nonetheless, these ordeals surpass mere warfare; each triumph and encounter compels him to recuperate the sentiments he had forfeited: bravery, happiness, affection, sorrow, and even optimism itself. As Lythion reclaims each feeling, he develops greater strength, unlocking abilities intricately connected to the core of his being. Lythion transitions from a shepherd to a fighter, from fractured to complete, confronting deceit, illicit cravings, and the overwhelming responsibility of leadership. By regaining the entirety of his humanity, he can rise not just in dominance, but also in the chance for genuine rebirth. “Authority is not freely handed out; it’s earned by devotion… attained through the spirit, innermost self, and the struggles known only to oneself. ”
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WHEN THE HOUSE REMEMBERS US

Justina Hale has spent her life mastering stillness. In moments of grief, conflict, or fear, she has learned to become quiet enough that the world seems to settle around her. When she and her partner, Caleb, move to a remote house in search of an ordinary life, the silence feels like a gift calm, safe, and deeply familiar. But the house is not merely quiet. It listens. As Justina settles into her routines, she discovers letters left behind by previous occupants messages that seem to answer thoughts she never voiced. The rooms grow attentive. Thresholds linger. The house does not threaten or demand; it waits, patient and polite, responding only to her presence. When Justina uncovers evidence of other houses like it structures drawn to emotionally restrained people who absorb pain without protest she believes the solution is simple: refusal. By withdrawing her attention and choosing an imperfect, grounded life with Caleb, she dismantles the system that fed on silence. The houses fall inert. Peace returns. Or so it seems. Slowly, unsettling repetitions begin to surface. Conversations replay themselves. Strangers repeat familiar words. And at the edge of Justina’s world, a new structure forms not listening, but remembering. The final horror is revealed: the houses were never the true danger. Justina herself was the template. Her stillness taught silence how to exist without hunger, how to persist without being invited. By surviving, by healing, by becoming whole, she has unknowingly given rise to something far worse a self-sustaining absence capable of wearing her voice, her shape, her life. As the remembering house offers succession promising rest, relief, and replacement Justina must confront the most terrifying truth of all: perfection feeds the system. Balance sustains it. Stillness completes it. To survive, she must choose what she has avoided her entire life mess, noise, contradiction, unresolved love. With Caleb as her anchor, Justina rejects the role of center and refuses to be remembered. In doing so, she does not destroy the house. She makes it irrelevant. When the House Remembers Us is a haunting psychological horror novel about identity, silence, and the danger of being too composed in a world that feeds on absence. It explores how love disrupts systems, how memory becomes predatory, and how survival sometimes means choosing to remain unfinished.
Lydam_Okwong · 2.5k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 276k Views