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The Last Lantern

LECTURES 85
Votes 21
Chapitres 20
Durée 37m

LECTURES 85
Votes 21
Chapitres 20
Durée 37m

Not the sun, nor stars-but a lantern's flame, burning at the edge of a world forgotten by time. Every hundred years, when the wind blew just right, the flame would flicker, shiver, and spark life. That spark became Luin-a being without memory, without a purpose, save for one: keep the lantern lit.Tous Droits Réservés

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The World Under, écrit par ziraverse3

" The world is not ours alone. Beneath our footsteps lie stories older than stone, and voices that never stopped speaking. Not every shadow belongs to light, and not every silence is empty. The earth is crowded with forgotten beings, dwelling where our eyes cannot reach. They are not lost- they wait. And when we step too far, the door between worlds opens, and what was hidden remembers us."

The Shadows of Old Valyria, écrit par Anea_2000

They say the dragons were the pride of Valyria - fire made flesh, the might of the Freehold. But not every story survived the Doom. Not every name was remembered. For when Valyria burned, not all that was powerful perished. East of the smoking seas, where the light falters and the shadows whisper, something else awakened. Older than dragons. Born not of flame, but of silence and shadow. It watched as empires fell. It waited as the blood of old Valyria scattered across the world. And in the ashes of fire and ruin, a child was born - one who carried both the light and the darkness within her. For not every flame burns bright. Some burn unseen. And some... never die.

Among the ashes, écrit par neverglade

In a dying world ruled by a demon king, someone stirs the magic, awakens the long lost elemental gods from there ancient slumber. That someone is me. a coward, a fool, a villager with no control over there magic abilities. An elemental spirit is trapped in human from, im at the top of the list for the king's assassins and monsters, because of me, the rebellion awakens, the Night queen rises, the war begins.

Harvest Heart (LingOrm), écrit par superelmoh

G!P (Ling) In the golden fields of rural Thailand, where sweat meets soil and the sun never sleeps, Lingling Kwong is queen. Strong, sharp-witted, and stunning, she's a farmer not by choice but by legacy-having taken over her grandfather's land under the wing of the powerful Sethratanapong empire. Despite never setting foot in college, Ling has turned her piece of earth into a thriving agricultural asset that even Mr. Naphom Sethratanapong himself praises. But when Mr. Naphom's spoiled, fiery daughter, Orm Sethratanapong, threatens to throw her inheritance away with her bratty indifference to hard work, the old tycoon sets his final card on the table: send her to the farm, strip her of luxury, and place her under Ling's iron rule. No special treatment. No easy exits. If she wants the empire, she'll have to earn it-starting with dirt under her nails. What begins as a war of words, clashing wills, and undeniable tension will slowly evolve into something neither of them saw coming-something rooted, growing, inevitable. Amidst hay bales and monsoon rains, two very different women will discover that love, like the land, takes time to cultivate... and once it blooms, it's impossible to contain.

Moth, écrit par DArenson

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Heir Agreement, écrit par okieyi

When a cold-hearted CEO needs an heir, and a desperate dancer needs money, a contract binds them but fate has other plans. What began as a business deal slowly turns into a dangerous, undeniable love.

Bubbles, écrit par AyahWriting

"For as long as she could remember, the girl had only known Ocean." Nameless, impervious to harm, and completely devoid of all feelings, the girl simply exists, living in the ocean in total solitude. She wants for nothing, and has nearly as little. But everything is about to change. When the girl discovers emotion.

Silent Devotion , écrit par midnight__tales

In a world where two soul collide. One belongs to the light _ born into royalty. Other thrives in the dark _ a nameless shadow. In the world secret and scars, love isn't soft. It haunts, It hurts, And sometime it hunts.

Until Our Bodies Remember, écrit par AvaElorie

They thought they were done with each other. Years passed, lives changed-yet when they meet again, it feels like nothing ever did. The heart remembers. The glance betrays. The body refuses to forget. Now, face to face with the feelings they once ran from, they must ask: Was it ever truly love-or just a fleeting spark of youth? Memories can build a future... or tear them apart once more. A story of love's memory-and the spark that never dies.

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The World Under

" The world is not ours alone. Beneath our footsteps lie stories older than stone, and voices that never stopped speaking. Not every shadow belongs to light, and not every silence is empty. The earth is crowded with forgotten beings, dwelling where our eyes cannot reach. They are not lost- they wait. And when we step too far, the door between worlds opens, and what was hidden remembers us."