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Gilded Ashes

"You will suffice." That's what something whispered inside Raizen's mind - right before the Nyx that murdered his village dissolved into golden ash at his feet. He doesn't know what spoke inside his head, and he doesn't know why. But ever since that night, his life hasn't been entirely his own. Finding shelter in a city built on top of its slums, Raizen trains to fight the very creatures that stole everything he loved. But the stronger he gets, the more lies he uncovers. The power holding darkness away has secrets still hidden, the neverending war against the Nyxes hides truths older than any nation, and the people he'd die for are keeping secrets that could break him. From the Lotus Academy to the Vanguard ranks, from battlefields to ancient ruins - Raizen's hunting creatures that learn from every wound you give them, standing beside people who might be controlled and don't even know it, and losing himself to a corruption that doesn't kill. It erases. First the colors. Then the memories. Then you. Until all that's left is a puppet with someone else's voice in your head. He thinks he's fighting to survive. He thinks he's getting stronger to protect people. But every step forward is exactly where the voice wanted him to go. And he's starting to realize - he never had a choice at all. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ No harem • Single FL • Unique Eon magic system • Deep lore with real mysteries • Earned progression • Rich worldbuilding • No BS game system ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦More information in the pinned review✦
Sqair · 716.5k 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 · 319k Views

Earth-717: Zola Munroe

There are countless worlds in the vast architecture of existence. Galaxies beyond galaxies. Realities layered atop realities. So many Earths that even I, The Watcher, long ago abandoned names in favor of numbers, if only to keep order in the endless sprawl of possibility. Some Earths rise as empires beneath iron crowns. Some fall to plagues that leave only superheroes shambling as the dead. Some divide themselves into strange absolutes—worlds of only men, worlds of only women, worlds where humanity kneels in chains beneath the rule of beasts. Every universe is different. And yet, among the infinite, there exists a rarer kind of world: a reality that is almost identical to another. I watch those worlds most closely. There is Earth-616—the sacred spine of heroic history, where legends rise as they always have. And then there is Earth-717. A world that is ninety-nine percent the same. The same nations. The same wars. The same heroes. The same tragedies. The same cosmic paths. Only one life diverges. One soul. One storm. One destiny. On this Earth, the child born beneath the priestess bloodline of Kenya, the orphan of Cairo, the weather god of the Serengeti, and the future leader of the X-Men walks the same road as his counterpart in another reality. The same pain. The same choices. The same greatness. But where one world gave rise to Ororo Munroe… This Earth gave the sky a son. His name is Zola Munroe. And it is fascinating how a universe can remain almost unchanged… while a single altered life makes destiny feel entirely new.
boyslove4ever · 4.7k Views

Surviving The Beast World With My ‘Sassy’ System

A luxury-obsessed modern woman, Lavayla Kingsley, wakes up in a brutal beast world with nothing but her pajamas, her tote bag… and a mouthy system that roasts her more than it helps. At first, she was sure it was a dream — clinging to denial. But that illusion shatters the moment she stumbles across an abandoned beast baby in the forest… right as a monstrous python slithers in to make it a snack. Lavayla — who has only ever witnessed violence through a screen — does the most human thing possible: she panics, and saves the kid anyway, at the cost of her life. That one reckless, heroic, absolutely-what-were-you-thinking act binds her fate to the Beastworld forever… because the baby she rescued just so happens to be the nephew of one of the fiercest, most powerful, and most desired Beastmen on the continent. And now? That terrifying uncle wants to know who the strange human woman cradling his bloodline is. Now she’s stuck juggling a sarcastic survival system with questionable morals, a beastbaby who somehow counts as her “first mission,” territory wars, beastman politics, and man-eating creatures. But Lavayla Kingsley is nothing if not stubborn — and if the universe thinks dropping her into a savage world with no good food, no proper shelter, no shower, no proper clothing, no wifi, and no will to live is enough to break her? Hell fucking yes it is! Someone get her out of here, please!
Ella_Estrella23 · 316k Views

Against Terraldia's Fall

"Who are you when your world is erased, your memory is a ghost, and the only power you have is a reflection of a self you can no longer remember?" When Earth collide with a world of blood and ancient power, survival demands more than strength, it demands transformation. Believed to be summoned itself by the Goddess of Light, billions of humans awaken in Terraldia with no path home and a weapon forged from their very souls. These Outworlders carry cursions, the manifestations of their deepest selves into a realm where noble bloodlines wield magic, where demons crawl from forgotten depths, and where trust is the rarest currency of all. Where their previous world's history, cultures, technologies, love, families, and careers were all gone in an instant, some hide their true power behind false classifications. Others weave strategies in the shadows of royal courts. A few simply try to survive one more day in a world that views them as tools, threats, or worse. But Terraldia's carefully maintained order is fracturing. Ancient forces stir beneath temple stones. Political alliances built on centuries of blood are tested by those who refuse to be controlled. And in the spaces between light and shadow, the question becomes not whether the Outworlders will change this world—but whether they'll survive what it makes of them first. In a land where power is inherited and outsiders are expendable, those who were nothing on Earth must become everything—or be buried beneath the weight of a history not their own. - This story features morally complex characters navigating a world where survival often demands compromise, and where the line between hero and pragmatist blurs with every choice made.
Lee_Firefly · 25k Views