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Fallen Halo

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When gods bled and mortals rose, the world of Eryndor was remade in flame.
Once bound by divine order, the empires of man turned upon their makers-driven by ambition, grief, and the pursuit of forbidden light. From the ashes of the Seraphen came the Incarnates, vessels of broken halos and fractured faith. At the heart of it all stood Mirel Vassoren - soldier, savior, traitor, legend. His defiance against the Archangel Solenne shattered the heavens and birthed the Age of Embers, an era where the sacred and the damned became one. Chronicles of the Fallen Halo recounts that descent - from the gilded wars of Maiestas to the rise of the Mireblood legions, from the burning of angels to the silence that followed. It is not a tale of heroes, but of those who chose to rewrite fate, even if it meant setting the world ablaze.All Rights Reserved

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Bed of Lies by chelsy_lea

They broke her trust. They broke his mind. But when the past claws its way back, survival isn't enough - vengeance demands blood. Victoria learned how to stay quiet. Grief became her shadow, guilt her constant companion. It whispered in her ear that she should have been the one to die instead. Not her mother. Never her mother. If she had, maybe her father wouldn't have walked away, leaving them to fend for themselves. But silence is a fragile shield-and when the past resurfaces, dragging her into a world she barely escaped, she realizes staying quiet won't save her this time. Xavier learned how to disappear behind scars, behind rage, behind the monster his past made him. Forged by cruelty, built by betrayal, and fueled by rage, he became the kind of man other monsters feared. Scars became his armor. Violence, his language. He doesn't believe in mercy-only vengeance. Especially for the man who made him this way. Victoria was everything he had been taught to avoid - soft yet unbreakable, damaged yet defiant. She had the kind of pain that mirrored his own, a past carved into her bones, a war waged behind tired eyes. She saw through him in ways no one else had ever dared, and he hated it. Hated her. Because she made him feel. He was chaos wrapped in quiet fury, a storm threatening to consume everything in its path. And yet, when she looked at him, she didn't just see the monster - she saw the man who had once fought to hold on to his soul. But love between two broken people is never easy. It's volatile. Cruel. A constant push and pull, neither of them willing to surrender, both too damaged to truly hold on. The closer they get, the more dangerous the stakes become. Yet, for all the ways they fought against it, they kept coming back to each other.

SEASON 1: The Crown of Amberfire by Diipendux

In a fractured future where ancient legends crumble, a forgotten sacrifice sparks new hope. Once, a luminous savior gave everything to protect his people-his sacrifice sealed by three ruthless strikes of dark energy. In the wake of that shattered legacy, a young beacon emerges: Vaelric, the Ember of Dawn. Barely fifteen, he bears the weight of past glory and the bitter memories of what was lost. Amid rain-soaked neon ruins and crumbling megacities, Vaelric navigates a world where gritty urban life meets forgotten magic. Drawn by the enigmatic Crown of Amberfire-an artifact veiled in peril and promise-he becomes the quiet herald of a new era. Subtle echoes of a once-revered savior remind us that even from devastation can rise a revolution of light.

The Age of Embers. by AncientsofRome

The Age of Embers. In the shadowed dawn of the world, before mortal tongues sang of sorrow or glory, dragons ruled the skies as stewards of balance, born of flame and memory. Among them, Ignis, the Eternal Flame, bore the wisdom of ages, upholding harmony between sacred fire and the ever-changing world. But where fire glows, shadow rises, and mankind emerged from dust with the will to choose, forging a fragile place in a world not made for them. What began in awe twisted into envy. Reverence soured into fear. And from fear, betrayal was born. Thus fell the dragons, hunted and broken beneath steel and pride. The noble Solis deceived. The wrathful Caelum struck down. And at last, only Ignis remained-her fate entwined with a queen, whose choices would echo into legend. Told in eight short, sweeping books, The Age of Embers is a tale of war and wisdom, of legacy and loss. It is the passing of an age... and the uncertain birth of another. Yet even as the fire dims, one ember endures. A dragon hatchling, Vaelith, born into silence and guided by a lone sage, awakens in the deep places of the world. And with him, a question rekindles: Can fire, once broken by fear, rise in understanding?

The Sorcerer's Pet by ADHDWroteThis

He burned for control. She was born of chaos. Together, they'll shatter the laws that broke them-and forge a love fierce enough to change everything. - In a kingdom where magic is law and the powerless are sold like cattle, survival is a coin few can afford. Every season, the poorest are swept from the streets and auctioned off as Familiars - living mana batteries to feed the ambitions of greedy sorcerers. Forgotten. Disposable. Erissa expected pain when she was claimed by Lord Kaelen Carmentis - the coldest sorcerer in the court, and heir to one of the oldest bloodlines in the realm. She didn't expect the bond to awaken something inside her. And she certainly didn't expect that, in the silence between them, she would feel safe. But Familiars aren't meant to be felt. And whatever is growing between them... is breaking every rule. Because she was never meant to survive the system. She was meant to rewrite it - and burn the old world down in the process.

The Fall of Empyera by Danameneus

The sky did not weep for angels - so neither could they. In a world where light and shadow wage eternal war, the fate of Empyera hangs by a thread. From the quiet streets of Drathmoor to the heart of a crumbling castle, heroes and monsters alike are bound by secrets, vengeance, and destiny. Aloria, the last Seraphim, fights to protect the fragile hope of the mortal realm. Candella, reborn in shadow, walks the line between guardian and executioner. Quae Sine, the healer child, harbors a power that can both save and destroy. And the enigmatic cloaked boy moves silently through the chaos, his allegiance unknowable, his presence a harbinger of change. As ancient prophecies awaken, Myrina rises, a daughter of ruin wielding unrelenting fury. The Heavenly Council falls, the mortal world teeters on the edge, and the boundary between salvation and annihilation dissolves. From shattered sanctuaries to hellish battlefields, Empyera becomes a realm of blood, fire, and impossible choices. Every alliance is tested, every life is weighed, and every soul will pay the price. In the end, only the echoes of power remain-and not all of them belong to the living. Because sometimes... the monsters wear halos. And sometimes... the light is no less cruel than the dark.

The Song of Vallis by Veronicus

"All that is made must be unmade, And all that rises shall be felled." Before the rise of mankind, before memory itself, there was Ahm-the body of all that is-and The One, its spirit. From their eternal dance was born the world of Vê, a living realm of mountains, oceans, flame, and storm. Upon this world rose the dragons-the Nezulim-ancient beings of mind and fire, who ruled for ten thousand ages before envy and pride brought their fall. When the heavens split and the Bolide descended, it carried a new race: men, refugees from a dying world called Meä. Guided by prophets and enslaved by reptilian lords, humanity built its kingdoms upon the bones of dragons and the ashes of paradise. From this bondage rises Mosul, the Son of Antoc, a king who dares to defy the gods. His rebellion will ignite the last great war of Vallis-a war of dragons, men, and immortal prophets whose destinies are bound to the cycles of creation and ruin. Told as a translation of the lost scripture of the Neandilim, The Song of Vallis is a mythic epic that spans worlds and ages-a fusion of cosmic theology, heroic tragedy, and apocalyptic prophecy. Fans of The Silmarillion, Paradise Lost, and Dune will find themselves immersed in a vast mythology of fallen gods, eternal recurrence, and the unending pursuit of divine knowledge.

Letters from the Other Side by djravenscroft

She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

MYTHIC LEGENDS: FLAME AND EMPIRE by TeeRexTales

The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. 🔥

Yamlok: The Realm Of The Dead by Nicental

⊰ The Wattys 2021 Shortlist ⊱ ⊰ Winner of the Wattpad India Awards 2020 Fantasy and Adventure ⊱ ; Two brave hearts emerged from the tragedy- one a saviour, the other a hero. ; 'I wish we're sent on another hunt,' she spoke, 'I simply can't wait to slay those sorry creatures.' Her face contorted with disgust. He chuckled and gently tugged her nose, 'All in good time, Anamika. The cosmos waits for everyone.' She was surprised, 'It does?' He nodded, 'Of course it does. How else would you explain the coexistence of so many souls?' 'I thought they just went on. The higher souls go to the Devlok and they forget about us.' He shook his head, 'No, they don't. Indeed, they stay there in the Devlok for some time but when they're done enjoying the fruit of their good deeds, they go back to the Prithvilok.' He paused, 'It's birth and death over and over again.' ; Join Anamika and Keval as they venture into the depths of war and death- from normal beings of the earth to the strongest of the two warring realms. Both felt worthless, both were broken, both were afraid. But worthlessness can be fought, brokenness can be mended, fears can be faced. They feared for themselves for the Heaven they were promised seemed lost, gone to waste. . . . #1 in Sunflower Awards 2.0 #2 in The Sapphire Awards

Mythara: Rise of the Emberlords by PaulMayo2

When gods burn and dragons wake, the world will kneel to flame. When the gods fell, their fires were buried beneath stone and shadow. Centuries later, the kingdoms of Mythara stand divided-each guarding the fading embers of an age long past. In Valmaria, Queen Maerwynn I defends her realm with honor and flame, unaware that the sacred Eternal Ember flickers with its final light. In the volcanic reaches of Askaroth, the demon warlord Daegon forges armies from molten rock, dreaming of dominion through fire and blood. Meanwhile, in the forests of Selvarin, whispers of prophecy stir among the Elves: the Emberlords shall rise again. As old powers awaken and dragonfire once more scorches the skies, heroes and tyrants alike must decide whether to rekindle the light of creation-or wield it to unmake the world. The age of kings is ending. The age of fire is beginning.

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Bed of Lies

They broke her trust. They broke his mind. But when the past claws its way back, survival isn't enough - vengeance demands blood. Victoria learned how to stay quiet. Grief became her shadow, guilt her constant companion. It whispered in her ear that she should have been the one to die instead. Not her mother. Never her mother. If she had, maybe her father wouldn't have walked away, leaving them to fend for themselves. But silence is a fragile shield-and when the past resurfaces, dragging her into a world she barely escaped, she realizes staying quiet won't save her this time. Xavier learned how to disappear behind scars, behind rage, behind the monster his past made him. Forged by cruelty, built by betrayal, and fueled by rage, he became the kind of man other monsters feared. Scars became his armor. Violence, his language. He doesn't believe in mercy-only vengeance. Especially for the man who made him this way. Victoria was everything he had been taught to avoid - soft yet unbreakable, damaged yet defiant. She had the kind of pain that mirrored his own, a past carved into her bones, a war waged behind tired eyes. She saw through him in ways no one else had ever dared, and he hated it. Hated her. Because she made him feel. He was chaos wrapped in quiet fury, a storm threatening to consume everything in its path. And yet, when she looked at him, she didn't just see the monster - she saw the man who had once fought to hold on to his soul. But love between two broken people is never easy. It's volatile. Cruel. A constant push and pull, neither of them willing to surrender, both too damaged to truly hold on. The closer they get, the more dangerous the stakes become. Yet, for all the ways they fought against it, they kept coming back to each other.