Sin, And Therefore Virtue
- LECTURAS 635
- Votos 3
- Partes 1
"When you look at them [virtue and sin] upside down, you'll realize they mean the same thing."
It's the year 1254, and Iremu, the war for an absent throne, has raged on for 539 years. Its origin, greed, has led to Ernalda, the Fertile Isle, being drowned in blood, and there seems to be no end in sight to the carnage. There are heroes on all eight sides, though they may be considered villains by their foes. Teenaged Æretu Maren, prince of Nurea, is one of those.
In the two years since he replaced his father as high general of the Nuræan army, the realm of Nurea has swollen to twice its size. He attacks with mercy, seeking solace from a troubled marriage in conquest. His aggressive stance divides his family, however, and incenses his brother-in-law, Juret Hernal, ruler of Arene. After Æretu takes his beloved city of Revisa, Juret joins an alliance with two other kings against the Maren family.
When Æretu's father dies as a result of the alliance, he leaves his son in charge of most of Ernalda. The war is finally over...or at least, it should be. But not only are his enemies still fighting, the new laws he makes cause a new foe to come out of the woodwork: a rebel organization called Virtuous Sin that is led by two people that are seemingly cursed: one by her blood tie to Æretu, one by a photographic memory and trust issues. To Æretu, Virtuous Sin embodies half of humanity, the half that
terrifies him the most. And for all his prowess on the battlefield and argute personality, he may not be able to snuff out the fires of rebellion....
Todos los derechos reservados
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
An Angel Called Eternity
Book 1, The Field Rat's Banquet - Complete Book 2, The Raven's Laughter Part 1: To Bet on Losing Dogs - Complete Book 3, The Raven's Laughter Part 2: High Flies the Kestrel - Ongoing The Field Rat's Banquet: On the western shores of Kliskorios, a King sits without an heir. With his three children unwilling to allow each other to sit upon the throne, and a realm unable to decide the legal successor, the Kingdom of Teleytaios, strongest of the Heptarchy, stands on the brink of civil war, vultures circling all the while. King Cordan's bastard son has proven himself in battle and rulership both in the last half a decade, though the coming challenges will put to test even the greatest of his efforts. After all, to kill an enemy is one thing, but what about his own siblings? There is no man as accursed as the kinslayer, so the saying goes. The royal daughter, ever a staunch traditionalist and dangerous opponent, stacks the cards and the court in her favour whilst her brothers, bastard and trueborn both, waste away far from the capital. With the masses of dispossessed lords and ladies of the kingdom at her beck and call, there are few who find themselves outside of her reach. The King's trueborn son, widely regarded as being mad and violent, will act as the wildcard in the coming feud. Whoever he chooses to support will surely triumph, though perhaps there is more to the youngest prince than meets the eye? But there is more to the rising tensions than a simple succession crisis. Ancient things are waking up the world over; Brythonic sailors let slip the things they have glimpsed in the Ouroborisian Sea in Anarian taverns, and the whispers of gutter rats and holy men alike tell of a cult long thought dead hiding in plain sight. And then there are the findings of the King's own bastard son in the northern reaches of the kingdom. When these threads coincide, fate may find itself rewritten by mortal hands for the first time since time immemorial.
War Of Hearts (#1stBook of Heart's Series)
COMPLETED! (WARNING : MAN X MAN) The land of Ashur was the strongest, ancient Kingdom, blessed and loved greatly by the gods. No war had ever been lost, no Gold had been used without gaining more. --------------------------------------------------- Nein was born as the eldest son of the General Marduc, one of the twelve General of Ashur. He was born with riches, and so much was expected from him. But he was only a son of a streetwhore as well. His father hated him for taunting his reputation, his step mother bullying him all his life. He only had one friend, a friend he can't help but love. --------------------------------------------------- Theondre was a king since he was five years old. Once he turned fifteen, he sent away his abusive, and corrupt queen mother away. The Great King of Ashur was just a kid inside, forced to grow up faster than he should, meddling with the politics and war strategies. But he was powerful. No one ever defeated him in fights, nor in wits. His body and brain are more than that of a human. He had everything, but he's still lonely, sometimes. He only had one friend, a friend he can't help but Love. --------------------------------------------------- Two hearts, bound by the gods. A war, with no winner, nor losers. A story, to be told. ----------------------------------------------------Concluida
Forest of Lies
A thousand years past, the world was run by humankind. But it changed, when countries became embroiled in a war that gave the werewolves the opportunity, to recreate the earth in their own image. Now humans are the lowest on the food chain, little more than animals to the hellish overlords. Now the humans hide in the forests and mountains, while the werewolves live in the elegance of the great prosperous walled cities. Clothed in luxury, while their counterparts starve in the wilderness. A truth that can't be denied by Nyx, the scarred and gifted daughter of a village shaman. Living in the forests of the once great Northeast of North America. Days are long and hard for her village, scraping bye for game and medicinal plants. Praying for salvation, from the iron hand of the werewolves that rule them all. Alpha Evander has grown desperate to help his pack. The Howlers of the Silver City, have seen a decrease in population for decades. The only solution, is to find more mates, and humans have been revealed to be a match for the monsters. Foretold by the Great Priestess of the Moon, an omen of doom for all free humans left in the wild wood. Through fate, Nyx will come across the wolfen brute. By blood, she will defend her people from this formidable horde. With courage, she will face off against destiny, loss, and unwanted love. All while Evander, plots to break the humans' pride. Searching for the very girl that will thwart him at every turn. Hunting her down, till one of them finally breaks. ⚠️Trigger warning! Story contains mentions of violence, gore, abuse, assault, and sexual situations. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with the mentioned topics above.Concluida
A Tale of Two Daggers
At a certain medieval time, where a glorious empire stood firm between the other lands, Its tyrannical king sat on a throne forged by treachery and motivated by wicked dreams. Two destinies began to intertwine secretly under the veil of his demonic rein. A 17-year-old girl, Diana, was born under sorrow's watch on a grim night. Struggling with rejection and silence from her past, she spends her days scrubbing dishes and her nights sobbing, wondering - why of all the other girls - she was born motherless. But when dark forces descend upon her town, taking prisoners and peace alike, Diana is swept into a storm far more sinister than she could have imagined. Meanwhile, within the halls of the royal palace, a young prince becomes the centre of a deadly plot. Hunted from within and cornered by those he once trusted, his fate turns sharp when a mysterious maid makes the most daring decision to save him. And what began as flowering love, turned into a daily pursuit of death after them Can the girl attain peace despite the challenges in the forthcoming sections? Will the conspirators succeed in their sincere desire to eliminate the prince? Above all, what is the correlation that exists between them and the king? ***(No smut included )***Concluida
"Goodbye Curly Head"
Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)Concluida
Forbidden War ( The Knights Captive)
"A tale about two hearts, connected by a rope of bloodshed. Two souls, one of darkness, and one of light. One of dominance, and one refusing to submit." Years ago, in the hills surrounding the Black Sea of Turkey, lived those who coward underneath kingdoms of evil. As tribes grew more hatred towards one another, more blood was shed by each tribe. The Tavrens of the Black Sea were known for their ongoing resilience against the kingdom that killed many of their people. The Tavrens, now led by Aslan, the son of the very warrior who is now bedridden from the last war that took place 5 winters ago. This winter is different. This winter, a tribe became an army. This year, it will be HIS turn to kill, to take, and to pay back. The mountains begin to frost as the signs of the first snow begin to take place. At that, Aslan led his men into vengeance. His dominance was not dismissed. His hard and cold demure was never forgotten. And tonight, he will live up to his name. Aslan will kill, yet again. What the Tavrens had not known is that they were feared by the Bashaw's Kingdom. They have not left mercy for the people who live outside the walls that protected the wealthy and the Royals. It was a kingdom of segregation. The peasant and slaves were always on the mercy of both the Bashwar Kingdom and The Tavren warriors. And each year, at the first winter night, they hid. They new by now, they have no one to protect them from the wrath of the Tavrens. The people were prepared to simply stay put inside. Amongst them, she also hid. Until now.
The Chronicles of Arnora: The Curse of the Blood Moon
The Curse of the Blood Moon In the Zemorian Empire, monsters aren't just born-they're made. Under the iron fist of Emperor Zandar, the laws of nature have been discarded. In secret laboratories and forgotten towers, the Empire is perfecting the unthinkable: a race of human-vampire hybrids designed for a war that will set the world of Arnora ablaze. When a close friend is taken by these abominations, Owin-a Slayer with a mysterious power building behind his eyes-and Aqua Moonfall, a high-ranking mage, must lead a desperate rescue mission. Their journey will take them from the shifting halls of the Elysium Tower to the fortress of Whitestone, where they must face the Four Generals of Zhagos, each a masterpiece of dark evolution. But as the Blood Moon rises to its zenith, the group realizes that the greatest threat might not be the army of hybrids outside their door, but the secrets hidden within their own party. In a world where light can be as destructive as darkness, the price of victory may be higher than any of them are willing to pay. The hunt has begun. The moon is bleeding. And no one is safe. Book One is finally complete, please look forward to Book Two, The Chronicles of Arnora: The Zemorian Invasion! *If any names in my story are that of real world people it's completely coincidental, I use a random name generator, which creates countless names, to help with the naming of some of my characters.Concluida
Hold On (Book 1 of It's Not Over)
[Completed] Sanders Sides human au fanfic. Twin brothers Virgil and Patton Novas have moved around a lot thanks to their father's job. From their father's home country, and their birth place, of Cabo Verde to their mother's country of birth, Ireland. From Ireland to Massachusetts. From Massachusetts to Arizona. After spending several years in a stable environment they're moving again, this time not only are they leaving behind friends but also their mother's grave. Virgil has to convince his twin brother and their dad that, despite his terrible migraines and sometimes crippling anxiety, he won't go down the same road as his mother. On top of having an overprotective family he has to navigate being the new kid in his senior year of high school, making friends, falling in love, and learning how to save a life. How hard can the next nine months be? All he has to do is hold on and convince his new best friend to do the same. I do not own the characters Virgil, Patton, Roman, Remus, Deceit, Remy, or Emile Picani. They belong to the awesome, amazingly talented cinnamon roll that is Thomas Sanders. I also don't like 99% of the music and song lyrics that will make an appearance in this book. I am, however, the proud owner of the hyperactive muse (by the name of Orion who makes an appearance in here) that spawned this story into existence when he was supposed to be helping me work on my other two fan fictions and three original works. And I'm also the owner of the many side and minor background characters that may or may not get names.Concluida
Book 1, The Field Rat's Banquet - Complete Book 2, The Raven's Laughter Part 1: To Bet on Losing Dogs - Complete Book 3, The Raven's Laughter Part 2: High Flies the Kestrel - Ongoing The Field Rat's Banquet: On the western shores of Kliskorios, a King sits without an heir. With his three children unwilling to allow each other to sit upon the throne, and a realm unable to decide the legal successor, the Kingdom of Teleytaios, strongest of the Heptarchy, stands on the brink of civil war, vultures circling all the while. King Cordan's bastard son has proven himself in battle and rulership both in the last half a decade, though the coming challenges will put to test even the greatest of his efforts. After all, to kill an enemy is one thing, but what about his own siblings? There is no man as accursed as the kinslayer, so the saying goes. The royal daughter, ever a staunch traditionalist and dangerous opponent, stacks the cards and the court in her favour whilst her brothers, bastard and trueborn both, waste away far from the capital. With the masses of dispossessed lords and ladies of the kingdom at her beck and call, there are few who find themselves outside of her reach. The King's trueborn son, widely regarded as being mad and violent, will act as the wildcard in the coming feud. Whoever he chooses to support will surely triumph, though perhaps there is more to the youngest prince than meets the eye? But there is more to the rising tensions than a simple succession crisis. Ancient things are waking up the world over; Brythonic sailors let slip the things they have glimpsed in the Ouroborisian Sea in Anarian taverns, and the whispers of gutter rats and holy men alike tell of a cult long thought dead hiding in plain sight. And then there are the findings of the King's own bastard son in the northern reaches of the kingdom. When these threads coincide, fate may find itself rewritten by mortal hands for the first time since time immemorial.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido