The Sword of Destiny Pt.1
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This sword belongs to a knight of destiny who has destinial power that can go to diffrent galaxies and he died here on earth on the year 2001 and buried in the sea of death but the sword left and a boy called Treager found the sword of destiny.
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Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine. (this is my very first novel. I got my inspiration from a nail clipper)
Sinner's Faulty Road
ᴀ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ. Clopeh had always dreamed of something as noble as such. How foolish he was. He now knew. It wasn't his story that will be told tomorrow. His God. The legend. One that even Gods can't determine. It's his fate. ... [ ...the red hair is so similar and faint as Yoo Jonghyuk took a second to realize the man's fading smile. It wasn't only his smile. His body broke down to dust. The gold dust is a beautiful view but made a menacing picture as it disintegrated the man's body. "Be careful." The man blood red hair became faint, as his redish brown eyes held a hidden warmth. His last words made Yoo Jonghyuk sad... ] Dokja reads it and reads. 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢. He reads the chapter title. 【 Chapter ×××: ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅ 】
Chronical of Excalibur Volume 1: The Second Blade
In a world where magic meets modern and Souls can manifest as medieval weapons one boy born with out one discovers he has a weapon the weapons seen only once before, a sword, now he must hear to a new destiny set in motion by him loosing all he hadComplete
What It's Like to Be an Emanator of Nihility?
Cale Henituse, an 18 year old red-haired teenager, suddenly fell into darkness after the beating that happened to him. He wandered through the darkness as far as he could for a very, very long time. He didn't feel hungry, thirsty, or sleepy. All he did was walk and keep walking. He didn't know how long he had been looking for a way out. Because of the darkness, he didn't know how fast or slow time was. However, he felt like he had been walking for a very, very long time until it felt like his efforts were meaningless. "I didn't know if you made it here. I think... I have a new friend who is the same as me." a woman with long white hair said. "Welcome to the shadow of IX the Nihility, the new self-annihilator." the woman said again while holding out her hand. It seemed like without Cale realizing it, he "tainted" himself with something he shouldn't have. What will happen to him?
𝕸𝕬𝕹𝕬𝕾 𝖁𝕺𝕴𝕯 𝕾𝕿𝕬𝕽 {ORV X TCF}
After the White Star war, peace was established for the Roan Kingdom - no. Now it's the Roan Empire. However, there is a force known to the Hunters that intends to create an Onmipotence God to dominate the entire parallel universe. Cale, once again, must give up her Slacker Life and fight off the Hunters if she wants to get her Slacker Life back. But because of her negligence, even though she destroyed the Hunters, the price she paid was the price her family, her loved ones, her important people had to leave. The Roan Empire has collapsed There was no one left alive or in existence.... Cale's fear had come true. This truth or pain cannot be accepted. Cale decided to make a deal with the God of Death by exchanging her life to revive them all. The price that Cale set was that she would never return or be revived to her home again even that her emotion for them will gone and she agreed without hesitation. ۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞ [𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔] ۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞۞ In which, Cale Henituse, a girl reincarnated into a new life and decided to live out her life. And achieve her own Slacker Life. Cale faced difficulties in this life.....again. "THAT'S MOTHER FUCKING BITCH GOD OF DEATH!!!!!!"Complete
a Lout and a Prince
in a world where there are no hunters and no white star, there's a lot more time for petty politics and relationship drama og cale x alberu PLEASE NOTE: this story is about ORIGINAL Cale Henituse, NOT Kim Roksoo. THEY ARE DIFFERENT PEOPLE. Please, please, please do not leave me comments conflating the two. For reference in case you are not aware: Original Cale Henituse is the person who had the body BEFORE Kim Roksoo transmigrated. He's the one who earned himself a reputation as a lout/trash. ORIGINAL Cale Henituse lived until forty years old, died as a soldier, age-regressed and switched places with Kim Roksoo. He has a different personality, priorities, and motivations than Kim Roksoo. This takes place in an alternate universe where there is no White Star so Cale Barrow would have never stolen Kim Roksoo's body THEREFORE Kim Roksoo EXISTS as a DIFFERENT PERSON in the ws body. So far as is canonically established: og Cale is never a commander, never becomes sworn brothers with Alberu, never adopts any of the children that Kim Roksoo adopted. He's not Eruhaben's unlucky bastard and if he were to meet the elderly dragon, he'd have a different impression of him because they are different people.Complete
The Lament Of An Iniquitous Guardian Father || Lout Of the Count's Family
[COMPLETED] Everything around him was blurry. His body aching painfully despite the common fact that his ancient power should've healed his wounds by now. Cale couldn't even utter a low whine when he felt his wrist burn at the painful friction of the rope that was tying him. "Cale." The redhead looked at the source of the voice, a blurry shade of red moving in front of him. There was then a lamp that was settled beside him, Cale blinks to see the White Star fully in front of him and his guard raised at the maximum in case on what he plans on doing. "Eat." There was then a piece of meat that met against Cale's bleeding lips. The disgusting stench of blood penetrating his nose as he weakly glared at the man. White Star smirked, "Go on, eat. You'll get stronger." Cale's eyes blown wide when he saw the meat that the White Star was trying to feed him. It looks like a charred one that was burnt from cooking, if you ignore how blood still seeps from one of the tendons. "....!" The White Star then forced his mouth open, easily clenching Cale's jaw as he stuffed the black meat inside his mouth. Tears pooled at the side of Cale's reddish-brown eyes as he tried to spit out the meat. He can't, for the love of God, he just can't. "Listen to my pleads, my dear child. Eat." 'No...' "Raon..." ✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶ This is a canon divergence. Please note that this work have trigger warnings such as blood, gore, slavery and manipulation. The main tag would be Dead Dove Do Not Eat.Complete
For The Forever Lost Souls
What if both Cale and the white star died in the final battle in the God of Despairs temple? What if they were then both reincarnated as twins in Who made me a princess? What would happen to them? This is my first time writing a fic so apologies if the characters seem out of character or if this story is a bit weird. This fic is going to be a Cale x Lucas. I did a spin the wheel to pick if he would have a love interest or not (～￣▽￣)～ I don't actually have high expectations for this fic so even if only one or two people read this I will be super happy If you do read this I hope you find it enjoyable! Cover picture was a picture I found on pinterest of what the twins look like.
Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine. (this is my very first novel. I got my inspiration from a nail clipper)
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