The Masters of Magic is an epic tale following a young-man named Cooper from the coastal village of Bellmonty, within the Kindgom of Avalonia. Cooper has spent his whole life within the limits of Bellmonty with his adoptive parents Elara and Thorne, and their daughter Lila. Cooper has always been content with village life, choosing to remain oblivious to the world of magic and the world beyond. However, his entire world is flipped upside down by the revelation that he can use magic himself. Despite his desires, Cooper is thrust headfirst into a new world, one that he never desired, but must nevertheless embrace if he is to find his way.
The first rays of dawn had barely kissed the horizon when Cooper's boots hit the dew-soaked earth of the fields. The village of Bellmonty, nestled along the northwestern coast of the Kingdom of Avalonia, was stirring to life as the sea whispered secrets to the waking land. Here, in a world where magic breathed life into the very soil and air, the commoners of Bellmonty toiled under the watchful gaze of their feudal lords of House Redfield.
Cooper, an 18-year-old with the build of one who knew the rigors of farm work, moved through the rows of crops with practiced ease. His medium-length black hair was tied back, and his dark blue eyes, the color of the deep sea, scanned the land he worked. Despite his commoner's birth, there was an air of elegance about him, a nobility that no title could bestow.
"Cooper, mind the cabbages, they're coming in nicely!" Elara's voice carried over the field. She stood at the edge of the plot, her hands on her hips, a smile playing on her lips. Thorne, her husband, was beside her, nodding in agreement.
"Yes, ma'am," Cooper replied, his voice light with a respect born of years living under their care. Since the loss of his own parents, Elara and Thorne had been his family, and their daughter, Lila, had been his constant companion.
Lila was nearby, her hands buried in the soil as she tended to the herbs. At 17, she was a year younger than Cooper, and there was a grace in her movements that mirrored his own. Their friendship was a tapestry of shared memories and silent understandings, woven through the years. Yet, recently, Cooper found himself grappling with a new depth of feeling for her, a warmth that he could not quite define.
"Cooper, will you join me at the market later?" Lila asked, her lilac eyes meeting with his own. "We could use more seeds, and I'd enjoy the company."
"I'd like that," Cooper said, the edges of his face crinkling with a genuine smile. There was a comfort in her presence, a sense of rightness that filled him with bliss.
As the morning progressed, Cooper talked with the other villagers, each exchange painting a picture of daily life in Bellmonty. There was Old Man Harrow, whose tales of the sea were as vast as the ocean itself. Young Jonas, the blacksmith's apprentice, whose laughter rang as clear as the bellows of the forge. And there was Mira, the weaver, whose fingers danced across her loom as if weaving magic itself, or at the very least ,what the villagers believed magic could possibly look like, for it was an art unknown to those who resided in Bellmonty.
The villagers shared a bond, a unity forged in the fires of necessity and survival. They worked together, their lives a mosaic of support and communal strength. Yet, beneath the surface, there was a current of unrest, a silent acknowledgment that a portion of their hard-earned harvest would fill the coffers of House Redfield, a reminder of the power that loomed over them.
As the day waned and the preparations for the Seasonal Harvest Festival began, Cooper found himself lost in thought. The festival was a time of joy, a celebration of the season's toil, but it also brought into sharp focus the life he led-a life dictated by the land and the sea, by the whims of those born into power.
The villagers decorated their homes with garlands, set up stalls brimming with goods, and readied the square for the evening's festivities. Laughter and music filled the air, a balm to the weariness of their bones.
Cooper, amidst the preparations, caught Lila's eye. There was a promise in her smile, a shared anticipation for the night to come. Yet, as he looked at her, the uncertainty of his feelings lingered, a question unasked, a path untraveled.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over Bellmonty, the village stood on the cusp of celebration. For Cooper, the festival marked not just the end of the season, but the beginning of a journey that would take him far from the fields he knew, into a world where magic was as real as the earth beneath his feet and the feelings that quietly bloomed in his heart.
The story of Merlin, a young boy with a talent for magic, orphaned as a child. He is taken in by the Sorcerer, Crystal Thornheart, who raises him as her own. He trains to become a Sorcerer in his own right, making friends and enemies along the way.
The Saga of Ignis is an original fantasy web novel. Our story follows a boy named Ignis, and his time spent training to become a Sentinel, the guardians of his universe. Things start off relatively peaceful, but Ignis and his new friends are quickly exposed to the dangers and costs associated with being a Sentinel. The story draws inspiration from series such as Dragon Ball, Naruto, My Hero Academia, and The Seven Deadly Sins to name a few.
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Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Dear readers, this book has resumed daily updates. It took Sabrina three whole years to realize that her husband, Tyrone didn't have a heart. He was the coldest and most indifferent man she had ever met. He never smiled at her, let alone treated her like his wife. To make matters worse, the return of the woman he had eyes for brought Sabrina nothing but divorce papers. Sabrina's heart broke. Hoping that there was still a chance for them to work on their marriage, she asked, "Quick question,Tyrone. Would you still divorce me if I told you that I was pregnant?" "Absolutely!" he responded. Realizing that she didn't mean shit to him, Sabrina decided to let go. She signed the divorce agreement while lying on her sickbed with a broken heart. Surprisingly, that wasn't the end for the couple. It was as if scales fell off Tyrone's eyes after she signed the divorce agreement. The once so heartless man groveled at her bedside and pleaded, "Sabrina, I made a big mistake. Please don't divorce me. I promise to change." Sabrina smiled weakly, not knowing what to do...
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."