Ruler Stories

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Brynn stole. Ever since her family deemed her unworthy of her family name. She lived a life on the streets of Draelynn helping others like her: disowned and unwanted Each year more came and the money she managed to steal from rich peasants was not enough to feed the ever-growing community she had built. She needed more money. Fast. She knew only one place in all of Draelynn with enough money to supply her community with enough food for the entire year: the royal family's vaults. She and her bonded cat, Phira, managed to steal the money they needed, but they were seen by one of the king's royal servants. Overnight the duo had turned from "invisible" to " Draelynn's most wanted " But it wasn't the peasants wanting the bounty the king had put on their heads that scared the pair of thieves: It was the assassin the king had sent to take Brynn's life: Draeka Fast, strong, intelligent. Breathtakingly beautiful. And very, very dangerous. But if life on Draelynn's cold and unforgiving streets had taught Brynn one thing, it was how to survive. Her community needed her, and she was not going to abandon them like her family did to her all those years ago...

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He was rude , dominating . Nobody dares to argue with him,he was kind of impossible to deal , he likes to do whatever he wants he hated those people who makes fake promises and not capable of fulfilling them. Meanwhile she was complete opposite - bubbly , friendly and always smiling . She was loved by all . She was a chatter box always talking and annoying him . She can compromise to make someone happy . "He hated her smile. She hated his attitude. Neither expected to become the most important person in the other's life."

Hierd Die Grace, or at least the name he uses now, wakes up in another world with his memories blurry and incomplete, only pieces of his old life left behind. What he does have is something strange: he can bring anything from the 1900s to the 1950s into this world, like guns, warships, planes, and military equipment. He starts small with a village, then a city, and then something that keeps growing far beyond what it was meant to be, and after that, he just keeps going. [ ! slow burn, detail-oriented novel ! ] Monsters of the winter, wars with countries, with the ever expanding presence of his empire, Hierd battles with humans, monsters, countries, entire continents with armies, navies and magical prowess. A rift in a medieval world; how will Hierd expand his empire? How will he use his power? And more importantly, what of his future? --- "You are what I think you are, I am what you think I am." - Hierd Die Grace --- Hallo Royalroadie guy, proof thingy this

In a war fueled by legends, a hunter steps from the shadows. Victor Belmont - last heir of the famed vampire-slaying clan - arrives in Fuyuki not to claim the Grail, but to hunt the darkness it stirs. Bound by duty, haunted by legacy, and armed with holy and Speaker magic, Victor stands apart from Masters and Servants alike. But when his path crosses with Joan of Arc, a bond forms amidst blood and fire. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, even the Holy Grail War must reckon with a new kind of threat: the legacy of the Belmonts. [Written with AI]

Truyện dành cho các tín đồ LCK yêu xa, thuần cúp pồ, ai không thích xin lướt qua và đừng đọc rồi buông lời cay đắng. Thuần cúp pồ nhưng tuyến tình cảm nhiều hay không thì hên xui. Các độc giả hãy cứ bình tĩnh. Người kiên nhẫn sẽ có quả ngọt. Ngoài nhân vật chính sẽ có cameo nếu tác giả thấy thích.

Rimuru travelled through space and time, and found himself in the aftermath of the Cartenon Temple after it dematerialised. Unconscious and not knowing where he is, the only other person with him is an also unconscious Sung Jinwoo. Neither Tensura nor Solo Leveling belongs to me. All characters from the series belong to their retrospective creators. P.S. Even thought it'd be preferable, I won't be doing a restart even though the story lacked (SUCKED) in the beginning. I'll just make do with what I got. (May restart if other works I'm doing are done)

Jungkook is a rebellious college student, full of charm but always pushing boundaries. Taehyung, his boyfriend and professor, is disciplined and serious, never letting his love waver even as he demands the best from Jungkook. In the delicate balance of their dual roles-professor and lover-they confront their differences, their struggles, and a love that defies every boundary.

- bé chobi ơi, bé có thích anh hông? - dạ cóaaaa ạ~ bé thích anh hyeonjun nhất luôn á! _____________________________________ - jeong jihoon, em còn nhớ anh là ai không? - anh bị làm sao đấy? đến trụ sở geng phát bệnh gì vậy? _____________________________________ warning: OOC, SE, bad words notp/ k thích/ blame tt xin đừng đọc giúp mình. cameo: fakenut, on2eus, guke, ruhends.

YUGIOH isn't mine just my oc and my story idea please enjoy this

They stole her mother's life. They shackled her father's soul. Now, the Moon is coming for her debt. For centuries, the floating kingdom of Parisea has thrived under a manufactured sun, a clockwork brilliance maintained by the corrupt High Council.But this "perfect" era was built on a foundation of silver blood and silent screams. Nyxus was born in the pale glow of the true Moon, the daughter of the fallen Moon Deity. She watched as the Council executed her mother to harvest her celestial essence, and she stood helpless as they dragged her father, the King of Shadows, into the Vault of Eternal Silence - using his very heartbeat to power the gears of the city. Exiled and branded a "Void-Spawn," Nyxus has spent years in the dark corners of the world, sharpening her silver scythe and her cold, jagged heart. Her goal is singular: Revenge. She doesn't just want the heads of the Council; she wants to dismantle the mechanical sun that mocks her mother's memory and free her father from his iron cage. But as Nyxus begins her bloody ascent through the layers of Parisea, she discovers that the city's "Light" is actually a parasitic Void-Eclipse that is slowly eating the world from the inside out. Her quest for vengeance soon collides with a desperate need for Redemption. To save her father, she must lead a rebellion of the "Unbound" - the outcasts, the half-wolves, and the broken dragons who have been trampled by Parisea's golden heels. In a race against the ticking of the Great Chronos, Nyxus must transform from a vengeful ghost into a beacon of Revival. She must decide if she will burn Parisea to the ground to avenge her family, or if she will become the new Moon the world desperately needs to balance the scales of fate. "You took the Moon from the sky," Nyxus whispered, her silver hair glowing with a cold, ancient fire "Now, I am taking the world from you."

about my goddess character, priscilla, an anti-hero, goddess of grace and brightness . includes short stories/excerpts of a story .

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 ! ᴀ ꜱᴜɴ-ᴅʀᴇɴᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴅᴀᴡɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ɴᴏ ʀᴇʟɪᴇꜰ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ʜᴏʀɪᴢᴏɴ ᴄʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇꜱꜱ ɢʀɪᴇꜰ. ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ ꜱᴋɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀ, ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ; ɴᴏ ᴊᴏʏ ᴇꜱᴄᴀᴘᴇꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅʟʏ ᴛᴡɪꜱᴛꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴅᴀʏ ꜱᴡᴀʟʟᴏᴡꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛ, ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ʟɪꜰᴇ ɪꜱ ꜰᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ. ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜᴜᴍʙʟᴇ ʜᴀɴᴅꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ, ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴏᴜʟꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴏʀꜰᴇɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ɴɪɢʜᴛ. ᴋɪɴɢ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ʀᴇɪɢɴꜱ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ. ʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ ʜɪꜱ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ, ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟꜱ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴡ, ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇʀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇʀʀᴏʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴜʀʀᴏᴜɴᴅꜱ ᴜꜱ ɴᴏᴡ: ʀᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇʀᴘᴇɴᴛ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱᴛʏ ᴘᴏʀᴛ, ᴀ ᴄᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ, ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ'ꜱ ꜱʜᴀʀᴘ, ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜱᴏʀᴛ. ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴇᴇʟ-ᴄʟᴀᴅ ᴡᴀʀʀɪᴏʀ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪᴇʟᴅ, ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ᴄᴏɴQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅꜱ, ᴀ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏᴛ ʏɪᴇʟᴅ. ᴊɪᴍɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴛ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴇᴇꜱ ᴀʟʟ ꜱɪɴ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʜᴀɴᴛᴏᴍ ᴏꜰ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪʟʟ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ. ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏ

Magic ran deep through Esmirath - but so did betrayal. Every generation, ten royal heirs are chosen to compete in the Trial of Aurora: a deadly tradition hidden beneath ceremony, politics, and blood-soaked history. Only two will survive to claim glory. The rest will be forgotten. Celeste, heir to the Kingdom of Aurelieth, has been trained to rule - not to survive. But when her father is killed before the Trial even begins, she is thrown into a game far more dangerous than she was ever prepared for. Inside the Dark Woods, nothing is as it seems. Maps vanish. The forest shifts. Creatures hunt in silence. And someone is orchestrating it all from the shadows. As alliances form and break, Celeste must rely on her instincts, her blade, and the bow her mother once taught her to use - the only thing that still feels like home. But the deeper she goes into the Trial, the clearer the truth becomes: This is not just a competition. It is a purge. And someone wants every heir dead.

Baldwin was a Leper who was never meant to be touched. Arella was an Angel who was meant to soothe and heal with her hands. He was a Leper, and she, an Angel. Baldwin never kissed a woman. Arella never kissed a man. The lips of a Leper and an Angel, however, were never supposed to touch. *One Shot Series*

Suddenly visions of an immense army burning and pillaging cities that were once great flashed through her head making her grimace. "No," she muttered. "Yes," it hissed, "this is what must come to pass." The forest grew darker as the creature rasped, "Poison saves lives as night defeats darkness, but light succombs; death's child betrays night and shadows engulf the world in flames. Death survives but is beaten, and a new age will dawn." The words of the prophecy echoed through the forest turning into a hideous chorus sending shivers down the girl's spine. Out of the corner of her eye, as if someone had spilt a jar of ink, the fog that wreathed the clearing began to turn a jet-black. It rose up drowning the small sliver of the moon and all of the stars, stealing away their light leaving the girl in suffocating darkness. "All of the lights in your world shall perish in shadow." It voiced in her ear. She jerked her head towards a sudden flare of fire that followed the trail of black fog. It illuminated the darkness of the cursed forest, spitting sparks up into the starless night. The clearing glowed a fiery red, and in the middle of the clearing was the Flamma Umbra. It wore a robe of black engulfed in flames, and the fire set the rest of the forest ablaze. The monster's body was made from shadow. It wore a hood that covered its face so all you could see were its eyes, and its eyes looked like chaos itself.

When life gives you lemons you make lemonade! When life gives you a Zombie…Well. Megan Berry’s faced with exactly that…a Zombie…but this isn’t just any Zombie. Should she follow the apocalypse hero’s and give the undead a whack on the head or will she find her hands tied by a face she once knew…a crush…