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Flame Bound Warden

In a world where intelligent species are as many as stars observable in the night.There exists Guardians of humanity, The Wardens. The wardens were the protectors of the human clans and they were known as heroes. Heroes of what you might ask?,Well in this world of chaos,there was no race who were safe.Not humans,not dragons,not goblins.No race was safe from each other.Each race were at war at each other,either for resources or power,nothing was left.Everything was an excuse for war.This was the rise of the wardens.The wardens or otherwise the protectors of humanity would destroy any race who would try to extinct the humans,and they had powerful and awful ways of doing it. Just as time went on passing,Humanity lived in peace and so did the Wardens. However this peace didn't last long, as the emperor of the dragon race made a breakthrough in his bottleneck,and made a peace treaty with the other races, deciding to make an alliance and annialate the humans,since they were growing more arrogant and brewing with confidence thanks to the wardens. Thus the war began,under the command of the dragon emperor's rule,all the races waged war and ruptured chaos,the main goal:extinction of humanity. However humans weren't weak, especially the wardens,commanding the 5 elements The Warden Of Flames The Warden Of Tides The Warden Of Thunder The Warden Of Winds The Warden Of Metal All pulled through,even though they were overpowered by numbers they too overpowered by strength,thus beheading not only the dragon emperor but also destroying HALF OF ALL RACES IN THE WAR. However the 5 wardens were totally worn out, inorder to achieve the impossible they had to do the impossible,they burned their ESSENCE to gain strength,which had a huge toll on their strength and soul. So inorder to revive their Mana,soul and essence they had to go to slumber for 100 years. Humanity knew that they're hopes were gone however they couldn't hold the inevitable thus they built the citadels to honor the 5 wardens and let them sleep. Even though they were worried it was obvious,no races were soon to recover of what they had seen or lost. The wardens made their promise to return and help humanity but finally after 100 years, Ashfall the warden of Flames is shocked as he wakes up to a peaceful era where all the races of the globe live harmoniously among each other! What will Ashfall do in a world that he is forgotten. A world where he has no purpose. Will he finally rest peacefully. ––– Yes, use of mana Is present in this world. So is spells, magic and also all kinds of races are present, from dragons to goblins to you name it.. Also it follows slice of life theme. Any other questions will be answered in the comment section under author's review.
Yusufeyn3 · 3.7k Views

Age of Shadows: Reign of the Seven Tyrants

First Spark is the first Book of The Age of Shadows — a mythic dark fantasy set in the world of Urasium, a realm veiled in shadow. In a land where light is forbidden and truth lies buried beneath centuries of decay, even the smallest ember can ignite a reckoning. Far beneath a crumbling city, something ancient stirs — not with flame, but with memory. As echoes of a forgotten age begin to surface, the balance between darkness and hope begins to shift. Prepare for a slow-burning, atmospheric, and emotional journey through a world of ash, sorrow, and silence. First Spark marks the beginning of a tale bound by one haunting question: What remains, when all else is lost? ____________________________ Release Schedule: 7-14 Chapters per week ____________________________ Dear reader, Welcome — and thank you for being here. I'm Ashinazu, a full-time project engineer by day, and an aspiring storyteller by night. Balancing an 8-to-5 job with daily writing has proven to be more challenging than I ever imagined — but also more rewarding than I ever hoped. First Spark is the result of over a year of worldbuilding, planning, and quiet obsession. This is my first novel, and I’m beyond excited to finally share it with you. Your support and feedback mean the world — truly. Every comment, every read, keeps the fire alive. For a long time, I struggled with character designs — nothing ever felt quite right. Then it clicked: this story lives in shadow. So I chose to embrace that — working with silhouettes and shadow-art to leave the details to your imagination. In Urasium, mystery is part of the magic. Got thoughts, ideas, or just want to chat? Feel free to reach out via Discord: @Ashinazu See you in Urasium. And remember — even in the deepest shadow, a single spark can change everything.
Ashinazu · 5k Views

Hallyu Director's Chronicle

(Asian Themes) Lee Jihoon, a brilliant film director renowned for his innovative storytelling and cinematic mastery, meets an untimely demise at the height of his career. However, instead of fading into oblivion, he finds himself reborn in the year 2006, inhabiting the body of a notorious chaebol heir from the powerful Lee family—a world far removed from the film sets he once called home. With memories of the future and insider knowledge of both the film and entertainment industries, Jihoon sees this as his second chance—not only to redefine Korean cinema but to reshape the K-pop industry before it spirals into its darkest scandals. However, his new identity comes with an unexpected burden: the ruthless succession battle within the Lee family. Rather than becoming a pawn in the family’s cutthroat power struggle, Jihoon makes a bold decision—to step away from the fight for corporate control and instead pursue what he does best: filmmaking. With his wealth and influence as a chaebol heir, he sets out to revolutionize the entertainment industry, challenge the oppressive systems controlling idols, and craft a legacy that will change the course of Hallyu forever. A thrilling tale of ambition, artistry, and reinvention, Hallyu Director’s Chronicle explores the hidden struggles behind Korea’s entertainment empire, where one man’s vision, courage, and past life wisdom could change the fate of an entire industry—if he can survive long enough to see it through. [AUTHOR NOTE: This work of fiction is set in a parallel world. Any similarities between characters or events depicted herein and those in the real world—even when names coincide—are entirely coincidental. All characters, settings, and narratives are products of the author's imagination and do not reflect real persons or events. ]
the_nightleaf · 58.9k Views

Oops, I rebooted the apocalypse (again)!

Did you ever wake up to the end of the world? No, seriously. Not the “oh no I left the stove on and now the apartment smells like death” kind of day. I’m talking real the end-of-the-world stuff. Screaming skies, gravity hiccupping like it’s drunk, your neighbor’s cat sprouting wings and declaring itself the harbinger of the Meat Singularity. No? Lucky you. Now imagine waking up to that again. And again. And again. To the point where you start ranking each apocalypse like a reality show. “Episode 88: Lava Sharks vs. Nano-Mormons.” “Episode 103: The Time Gravity Turned Inside-Out and Everyone Was Suddenly Left-Handed.” That one was weird. You know, it's like your dose of ordinary fever dreams. But daily. Something like that. That absurd, I mean. My name’s Rafael Vagathris. I’m a regressor. Which is a fancy way of saying I’ve died a lot, watched the world end a lot, and respawned more times than your average gamer rage-quitting Minecraft. Every time the world croaks, I get booted back to square one with a hangover, a sarcastic AI in my head, and the deeply comforting realization that I’m the only one who remembers any of it. So that’s cool. My helpful companion in this eternal Groundhog Day Armageddon is M.O.T.H.E.R.—the Modular Operational Time-Hop Emergency Regulator. Or as I like to call her, “Mo,” or “The Glitch Witch.” She’s technically here to help me stop the apocalypse. Probably. Realistically? She’s more interested in giving me daily randomized perks like “Your bones are now inflatable!” or “Congratulations, you are now mildly magnetic to forks.” She also assigns quests. Once, I was told to seduce a sentient vending machine. Another time? Defeat a goose armed with a rocket launcher. I'm still not sure who won that one. The goose definitely walked away. On fire. But confident. You’d think after all this time I’d have a plan. I don’t. Mostly, I just wing it with a mix of street smarts, recycled knowledge, and an unholy talent for bullshitting my way out of death. What’s different this time? Well… everything. The apocalypse looks wrong. The sky cracked sideways. The same people I usually save are in different places—or worse, alive when they should be dead. I mean, good for them, but creepy for me. Mo’s glitching harder than ever. The rules are changing. Maybe I did something wrong last run. Maybe I did something right. Maybe this time the apocalypse isn’t just something to survive—it’s something I caused. So yeah. New day. New reboot. Same cosmic disaster. And me? Still here. Still sarcastic. Still determined to fix this mess, or at least get a decent cup of coffee before we all implode again. And surely, finding some one I missed in every single loop. Welcome to the end of the world. Again. ***
IRespectMyFather · 10k Views