[Warning: This novel can get brutal and has some some R18 scenes which you will be warned of at the beginnings of the chapters] ....... What is existence? It is divided into two Spaces. The Mortis, where one can find Worlds. The Immortis, where one can find Realms. Both divided by a boundary that keeps the two separate. However, as vast as this world is, only a single individual's story is relevant. A man who rose from the depths of a dark society in the Mortis and ended up being a symbol power, prosperity and fear in the Immortis. Revered and respect by experts of all realms of power. He was granted a title to acknowledge him as a powerful expert. A King. However, there's a saying in the Immortis. 'Like the Mobius of Birth, one's life always comes back around with all the vile darkness one thinks they've left behind.' The man who had become a King, lost everything to a cycle that came to bite him in the back. Betrayal. Everything that he built. The wife he loved. The children he raised. All of it was lost. He returned to square one. Back to the Mortis, where he began. Join him on his journey to ascend again. His fury is not abated. He wishes to tear down his enemies for they did. The traitors for their betrayal. Will he rise alone? Will he follow the same path as the last time? Will he overpower his enemies? Find out in the story of a dark King. The King of.... ......... [Sneek Peek] "You are rage." As he said so, he slashed down with the sword, his arms not quite able to bring down the sword in a perfect slash. However, it was a slash nonetheless. It was clumsy, but it was fine. The young man raised his arms and grasped his sword above his head again. "You are pain," he said as he slashed down with a better steadiness that made his slash look a bit more elegant. The look in his eyes turned colder as the evening breeze brushed past him. Before him was not the sea or the moon or the stars. There was the face of his enemies as they dared to bring to ruin all that he had built. "You are fear," he said as he brought down his sword again, its rusting blade showing nothing of the magnificence a sword should bear. What was the True Way of the Sword? It was to cause bloodshed. It was to cause pain. It was to cause sorrow. It was to tear away families from their fathers, husbands, children, mothers. Every weapon was forged to cut down a life. Whether it was to protect or not. A life would be taken by the silver blade as it slashed down. The bulky man in the forge, hammering away at the heated metal would seek to make a sword stronger and sharpen it afterwards so it wouldn't fail to behead a foe. A sword's purpose and instinct was to kill. "You are torment!" The young man slashed again with all his might, his slash being a silver light could be seen as it was lit in the night. "You are war!" He lowered his stance as he felt the sword slice through the air seamlessly. "You are madness!" The sword blew a bit of the sand on the shore as he swung down. "You are destruction!" he said as he slashed. 'I will walk this path again. It has worked for me before and it will continue to work now,' he thought. He slashed again. 'None shall remain standing when I return to the Realms above.' ........... Cover is not mine....credit to artist..
"Ugh," a robed figure was clawing the floor with his hands as he dragged his dying body towards the corpse of a woman who lay dead in a pool of her own blood.
The glowing tiles on the floor which looked like carved, glistening diamonds, made the scene of this black-haired beauty with the light in her eyes gone while a depression could be seen on her chest, all the more tragic.
The figure of a man crawled as tears ran down his eyes. He had never asked for something as good as her. For the children that lay a few meters from his wife's corpse, but they had been taken from him ruthlessly. The eyes of this immortal being were bloodshot as he groaned and grunted from the combined ache of emotion and bodily pain.
His back was riddled with golden arrows that emitted a golden mist, glittering with bits of blinding white essence. His leg had been ripped off during the battle where he singlehandedly killed four hundred thousand of the arrogant immortals that had descended in his realm to take what was his.
However, like all men, the scene of his wife in the hands of his enemy, ravenously molested before being brutally killed, had shaken his warrior's heart.
His son and daughter were subjected to a less painful death by beheading as he was pinned and struck down by the Golden Trinity archers' arrows.
Now he was crawling like a worm while his magnificent palace that was as large as a moon, precious gemstones forming its walls, tamed lightfire spirits providing the lighting for the interior, Realm Essence being so abundant for cultivation that even his lowest servant had the strength kill a mid-rank Transcendent beast.
However...
It was all gone.
It was a betrayal.
Outside he could hear the sounds of battle as the last of his warriors were putting up a final fight against their master's enemies.
"You never knew this day would ever come, did you?" asked a voice from behind the man who crawled.
It was a figure donning a royal blue robe that was fitted with golden star-shaped studs that emitted a regal glow. His hair draped over his shoulders to his waist, its burgundy sheen complementing his crimson coloured, almond-shaped eyes.
He held in his hand, a large spear whose height exceeded his own. It continuously released bursts of white power that shook the entire palace at fixed intervals. Its handle was golden, white runic markings carved on the surface. Its blade was menacing. It was akin to a mirror, reflecting all that it faced, yet its edge being so sharp that its wielder held it away from himself. It was one of the only weapons known to be able to kill an Immortal cadre like the man who was still crawling towards his wife.
"Truth be told, neither did I. I did not think that our fates would be so cruel as to conjure such a brutal scene where I slaughter everything that you loved and you... old friend, are left to crawl on the ground devoid of the pride you once bore as King," the man said with a solemn look on his face.
"Ugh... I...You..." the man on the ground struggled to speak without looking at the man behind him.
"There is no need for words. Everything that should have been said, was said long ago. Is there a curse to spare that we haven't spat in each other's face?" the man said as he lifted the spear that towered over him, preparing to end the life of the King.
The man on the ground spat out blood, his hand merely an inch away from his wife. He knew he was doomed. But he wanted at least his finger to remember the feeling of his wife. Just a touch of her arm to carry with him where his immortal soul would be tormented for eternity, his enemies jeering over his fall.
He felt the power of the weapon above him. It could kill his body as well as his soul, with the user having the additional option of sealing the soul of the slain within the spear itself.
"Come now. There shall never be peace for you. May the people of all the realms celebrate your fall," said the man as he plunged the spear downwards to slay the man on the floor!
A barely visible stream of transparent energy streaked through the air and struck the man with the spear on his head!
He staggered, missing the body of the man who lay on the floor, his spear slinking into the beautiful floor with a thunderous crash that released a blinding light!
The portion of the floor that he stood on burst with chunks of the diamond-like tiles flying everywhere!
The man who was on his dying breath did not hesitate. Seeing the chaos, the man with the spear struggling to stand on the shattering floor, he made a final attempt at saving his life!
A dense blue light exited his body as he roared before flashing out of the palace, speeding upwards with an immense speed!
The man with the spear released a powerful wave of energy that blew outwards, forcing the caving floor to regain its sturdiness as he held onto it with his Essence!
He saw the escaping soul streaking its the sky and wore a scowl on his face. His eyes glowed with a frightening light, the space around him dancing under the pressure of his might.
He wielded the spear with his right hand and drew in a breath. He cocked his arm, the spear releasing a brilliant light as it looked like it was charging up, its blade reflecting the view of the starry sky.
"I had intended to imprison your soul, but... " he did not finish, as he immediately threw the spear with all his might!
First, it was the ceiling, the ornate materials that made its entirety burning with a flame that could not be described by mortal standards as they parted to make way for the spear's ascent!
BOOOM!!!
The roof followed, shattering with a thunderous explosion that attracted the warriors who were killing the remains of the loyal forces under the King.
The spear turned into a blur as it chased after the soul of the King with a malevolent desire!
The glimmering soul of the King accelerated, but the spear closed the distance in a few seconds, barely leaving room for the soul of the King to react!
A transparent energy streaked through the air and intervened in the nick of time...again!
It struck the spear, its course changing slightly as it pierced a portion of the soul of the King whose voice could be heard grunting as the spear passed, but he used this chance that he had been given, using every bit of strength he had to bolt out of the realm and disappear into the void!
The spear remained on its course until it lost its momentum a great distance away.
The man who had held the spear frowned and glared at the surroundings, looking for whoever had interfered. He spread his Essence throughout the entire realm in a second, catching a glimpse of a presence he couldn't identify in time before it vanished into thin air.
The look on his face changed. He softened his features as he let go of the tension.
"Even in a time like this, you still had powerful allies. A King through and through. However, you won't escape my grasp today," said the man softly as he floated outside the palace where gigantic floating contraptions floated, firing beams of searing hot energy that carved into the realm, eviscerating all those that took refuge under the protection of the King.
There was no option except death for all of them. They could only scream and beg for mercy while calling for their King. Women, children and men were all treated the same. They all burned under the banner of their King.
That day, the King fell and all that he built. All that he raised from the ground. His subjects. His family.
The man in the burgundy hair pulled out an object that he had taken from the King after the battle. It was a katana within a black, curved scabbard. On it was a crimson marking in the shape of a tear.
The man gazed at the sky and breathed out. He had almost finished it. Now all that remained was making sure that the King died.
What comes after death? HE was ready to accept that he had lived a meaningless life as a sworn sword to another.... for another. HE was ready to accept that his life, which fell apart in the blink of an eye, and led him to tread through countless battlefields as a common footsoldier of no renown, was his sole accolade as he passed on. That was all there was to it. However... Death isn't the end. There is no time to rest. Another life awaits, and you have the privilege of choosing what you will be when you are reborn. But you work for it. You toil. You prove your worth. Whether the end goal is to become a Devil, an Angel, a Young Master, a Hero, a Giant, or a god. You bleed for it, in 'Prospect For Reincarnation'!
When the time has turned ripe, Ginger has to leave his home in the Wild. A young, awakening dragon like himself, even as a halfling, can’t remain in a world where he will eventually be seen as a monster, after all. Thus, with the help of an infamous Shaman, Ginger is transported to Ravi, a land where dragons reign supreme, lording over land, law, and the lesser races that fill the continent. To learn from scratch what his fellow dragons can do – which is far, far more than flying, breathing fire, and compelling with mere sight – Ginger starts his adventure at a prestigious Institute for dragonlings of all kinds. Ah, the typical adventure countless youngsters like him in other inspired Novel Verses have endured. But not quite. For Ginger isn’t your typical dragon, and neither is he a common scrub. Of course, he is not. The rule of dragons, the long Tallies of time they have ruled... may be coming to an end. Is he tied to such an event of the ages? --- Disclaimer: This novel is a slow burn. If these kinds of stories bother you, then you probably won't like it, though I hope you try it before concluding. The story also follows a 7:3 ratio between school events and outside adventures respectively, both of which center around Slice of Life, Action, 'Magic', Drama, and several other subgenres. And yes, there is Slice of Life. At least reach chapter 16 before opting out. (PS: Cover isn't mine.)
[Author's Note] This book is a part of an already existing Book Series by the author, called Antique Lore. It is a spinoff whose content can be read by anyone without prior knowledge of previous books. If you are interested in the previous books though, do let me know. ............ [Synopsis] My life just became a cheesy early two thousands fantasy show where I ‘suddenly’ discover that I’m some important descendant in a line of badass supernatural creatures. Great! You would think so, but... My life was shit before this and honestly, it hasn’t changed. I wish it could be a case of me being this chick that all the handsome, aloof men chase and fawn over but... while that is the case to some degree, I’ve become a target for... drumroll please... Vampires! Fantastic! Who do I trust in this new side of the world I never knew existed? Alphas come running to me with different motives, promising protection, faithfulness and even.... great sex? Well whatever. I’m not gonna be swayed by the tide so easily. I’m not that fickle. ........ [Sneak Peek] Coming Soon.... ----------- Please vote for this story if you like it and leave all the comments you want. Constructive criticism is appreciated.
[Note] This is the first instalment for the Book Series, Antique Lore. The prominent characters in this story are Vampires, Werewolves, Sorcerers and Hybrids. The content of these books is centred around Fantasy, Romance, Action and R18 related content. This first instalment, Centuries Blood, lays a background and setting for the lore and has much to do, so please excuse the several editions backstories and mythology. However, do not fret, there is NO extensive expository chapters and there is a vast plot and entertaining characters ahead for you to enjoy. Thank you. ---- [Synopsis] Myth and Fantasy are not immune from Fate. Everything flows in a path that has been predetermined, but it is possible to break free. Two brothers traverse through the centuries with burdens that were placed on them by the heavy weight of the world, subjected to sweet love that clouds their view with heart-shaped lips, offering nothing but affection, yet... In the next moment, past sins and shadows catch up, haunting them and their loved ones. They are both afraid of being alone and yet they know that having people close to them will only bring them to ruin. But how can they help it. They expand the Malbourne family and seek what it is that centuries worth of life deny them. Consuming the blood of thousands quenches not the thirst of the affection of an ideal woman, nor does it erase the necessary evils they’ve had to do as Royal Vampires. Yet they seek it, among the Werewolves, among the Sorcerers, among the Humans and even their own kind. Where does it all end? --- [Sneek Peek] Colbert grunted and planted a kiss on Olivia's soft lips before pushing her to the courtyard wall. He felt every part of her, his hands finally clutching onto her ass, holding it as if it were freshly baked buns, rubbing it from time to time. Olivia nibbled on Colbert's neck while pushing herself against him. "At...least... I know... you haven't.... been.... messing around....while I was gone... Such..passion... you do only have eyes for me," Olivia said while running her hands across his muscles and kissing Colbert on the lips after rounds of tasting his skin. "You're talking too much," he said as he held her tiny hands against the wall and sank his head into her breasts through her dress and ruffled his head, making Olivia giggle while taking in deep breaths. "Aheeem!" The two youths turned towards the source of the voice and found a balding steward standing with his eyebrow raised. Colbert quickly coughed embarrassedly and let go of Olivia who blushed and lowered her gaze. "Phillip! I was just helping Olivia- the honourable Olivia with a review of her new dress. She tells me it is a bit stuffy around the chest area so I was checking the ventilation," said Colbert while inwardly grimacing. ....
Hugh Rolien, the third Grand Sorcerer of Malediction, escaped his dark life from the Order of Somacht, taking his wife faraway and for a time enjoying the pleasures of life. However, in the race of life, his past caught up to him. An Arch Nightbringer contracted by the Order was sent to kill him and his wife who was pregnant with triplets. In a desperate attempt, he makes a deal with the Nightbringer to leave its seed in his children as long it doesn't kill or corrupt them, in exchange for his wife's and his life. A contract is signed, with the malignant entity vowing to reap the children at the end. The children are born, and Hugh splits them, giving them to his trusted friends to raise, away from the Order. They grow, each with his own agenda and power.... but the Order still pursues....
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
Three years ago, the Moore family opposed Charles Moore's choice to marry his beloved woman and selected Scarlett Riley as his bride. Charles didn't love her. In fact, he hated her. Not long after they got married, Scarlett received an offer from her dream university and jumped on it. Three years later, Charles's beloved woman fell terribly ill. In order to fulfill her last wish, he called Scarlett back and presented her with a divorce agreement. Scarlett was deeply hurt by Charles's abrupt decision, but she chose to let him go and agreed to sign the divorce papers. However, Charles seemed to delay the process deliberately, leaving Scarlett confused and frustrated. Now, Scarlett was trapped between the consequences of Charles's indecision. Would she be able to break free from him? Would Charles eventually come to his senses and face his true feelings?
"The entire wealthy circle in Seattle knew how much Stella Carlson loved Aaron Malone. People watched the childhood sweethearts grow from inexperience to maturity, finally getting married in a grand wedding ceremony. On the day of the wedding, despite the alliance between the Carlson and Malone families, the groom ran away. Stella knew that Aaron had rushed to L.A. to take care of his ex-girlfriend, who had attempted suicide. Unwilling to become the laughingstock of all Seattle, she gritted her teeth and dialed the number of her adversary, her tone almost commanding, "Ethan, come and marry me now. This is your only chance for revenge." On the other end, Ethan Powers raised an eyebrow as he gripped his phone, staring at the floor littered with cigarette butts. "Did the groom run away?" he asked. "My darling."
"Never let anyone treat you like shit!" I learned that the hard way. For three years, I lived with my in-laws. They didn't treat me as their son-in-law but as a slave. I put up with everything because of my wife, Yolanda Lambert. She was the light of my life. Unfortunately, my whole world came crashing down the day I caught my wife cheating on me. I have never been so heartbroken. To have my revenge, I revealed my true identity. I was none other than Liam Hoffman—the heir of a family with trillions of dollars in assets! The Lamberts were utterly shocked after the big reveal. They realized what fools they had been for treating me like trash. My wife even knelt down and begged for my forgiveness. What do you think I did? Did I take her back or made her suffer? Find out!
"Get undressed and wait for me in bed. Keep your legs open until I finish my shower," he commanded with the power of his Alpha status and as her mate. She wanted to resist. "Do you think I'm the same Luna you forced in the past? I refuse to submit to you. I won't let you touch me." He growled softly, feeling a hot desire for her. She was no longer the unattractive Luna he remembered - she was gorgeous. He wanted to devour her with his tongue. He pulled her close and pushed her onto the bed, licking the back of her ear, making her moan in pleasure. He whispered, "I won't touch your body. Just your p*ssy until you beg for more." He used to be next in line for Alpha and was under the control of his grandfather, the Alpha king. He had to accept mating with the woman he disliked the most - the daughter of one of the most powerful Alphas in the werewolf kingdom. If he didn't, he might lose his chance at being Alpha king after his grandfather's death. He thought he was mateless at the time. He didn't choose to mate with the unattractive woman, so he cheated on her day and night. But, one drunken night, he lost control and slept with her. Later, he forced her to break their mating bond. But, he discovered she was carrying his triplets. He forced her to be his mate again, or she wouldn't see her children again. Six years later, he was no longer weak. He was the Alpha king of werewolves.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.