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Guardians of silver magic

In the world of Aethermoor, calamity arrives like clockwork—every thousand years, the sky tears open and hell descends. They are called the **Ten Primordial Demons**, ancient entities of pure destruction that have plagued humanity since the dawn of recorded history. Each commands legions of twisted creatures—Void Spawn, Titan Behemoths, and horrors without names. But above them all reigns **Surtr'khaaz, the Three-Headed Inferno**—a colossal dragon whose golden flames burn hot enough to incinerate gods themselves. Legends say its middle head breathes fire that melts stone, its left head exhales flames that consume souls, and its right head spews golden hellfire that erases entire cities from existence. For millennia, humanity could only endure. Kingdoms fell. Civilizations burned. Even the gods of old were reduced to ash and forgotten prayers. Magic—ordinary magic—proved useless against Surtr'khaaz and its kindred. Fire couldn't burn them. Ice couldn't freeze them. Lightning only made them stronger. Until the **Last Calamity**, one thousand years ago. When the sky split and Surtr'khaaz descended once more, leading its nine demonic siblings and their armies of nightmares, something impossible happened. Humanity fought back—and won. They were called the **Silver Casters**, warriors who wielded a form of magic the world had never seen before. **Lunar Frost**—a silver-white energy that looked like moonlight given form, cold as winter's deepest night yet burning with impossible power. Where normal magic failed, Lunar Frost succeeded. It could cut through demonic hide, shatter Void Spawn armor, and freeze even Surtr'khaaz's golden flames. The war lasted seven years. Continents burned. Oceans boiled. Mountains were leveled. But in the end, the Silver Casters drove the demons back through the rift and sealed it with ancient wards powered by their own life force. The cost was total. Every Silver Caster died in the sealing. Their magic, their techniques, their very bloodlines—lost to time. Within a generation, Lunar Frost became myth. Within a century, even the myths faded. Now, one thousand years later, the cycle turns again. The seals are weakening. Strange rifts open across Aethermoor, spilling out lesser demons. Dungeon anomalies multiply. Those who study the old texts see the signs—the **Calamity** is coming, and humanity has forgotten how to fight it. --- **Astrid Vermillion** is twelve years old and magic-less in a world where magic defines worth. She can't sense Aether, can't cast even the simplest spell, can't do anything except fight with steel and stubbornness. The village pities her. Her own doubts haunt her. But she refuses to be weak—refuses to be nothing. What Astrid doesn't know is that the Vermillion bloodline descends from the ancient demon hunters who fought alongside the Silver Casters. Magic sleeps in her blood, waiting for the right catalyst to awaken. **Kaelen Ashford** is thirteen and burdened by a legacy he never asked for. His family carries the last pure bloodline of the Silver Casters, though this secret has been hidden for centuries. They know the Calamity approaches. They know someone must relearn the lost art of Lunar Frost. And they've chosen Kaelen to bear that impossible weight. When Kaelen's dormant Silver Caster abilities suddenly manifest, he becomes the first person in a millennium to wield Lunar Frost. The power is raw, unstable, and marks him as either humanity's salvation or its greatest liability. Every major power in Aethermoor will soon want to control him, study him, or eliminate him.
Ozodov · 1k Views

SETH : The Blind Architect

In the sword-and-sorcery Kingdom of Arcane, the sudden emergence of an unregistered dungeon triggers panic across guilds, churches, and noble houses. Expeditions enter and never return. Rankings escalate from bronze to gold to S-rank, yet the dungeon only grows deadlier—refining itself, adapting, learning. What the world does not know is that the dungeon is not a natural phenomenon. At its heart is Seth Ducalion, the discarded son of House Andreas—blinded, framed, and condemned as useless after a brutal betrayal that costs him his sight and his place in succession. Presumed dead after an ambush on his family’s estate, Seth survives and disappears beneath the earth, where intellect, preparation, and ruthless logic become his weapons. Blind yet calculating, Seth constructs a multi-layered subterranean domain through memory, sound, touch, and precise engineering. Each floor is a deliberate test of attrition, adaptation, and despair. Traps are not meant to kill quickly but to exhaust, mislead, and erase certainty. Magic is countered by mechanism; faith by inevitability. Survivors are not allowed. As the dungeon’s reputation grows, Seth forms uneasy contracts with demons and gods—not as a servant, but as an equal. He eliminates divine subordinates, rejects worship, and accepts commissions only when payment is measured in artifacts and knowledge. His actions draw the attention of higher beings who cannot classify him as mortal, apostle, or monster. Inside the dungeon, Seth refines himself further—creating autonomous guardians, artificial intelligences, living metal constructs, and experimental relic systems. His closest allies include Agatha, a high-caliber witch bound by mutual interest, and Vulcan, a dragon whose mastery of technique tempers Seth’s growing volatility. A catastrophic experiment fractures Seth’s identity, manifesting three ideological variants—Chelsea, Ariel, and Legion—each representing a different path: restraint, growth, and domination. Though united by origin, they act independently, exposing the internal schism forming within Seth’s mind and power. Meanwhile, the world responds with force. Knight orders, noble expeditions, and elite S-rank adventurers descend floor by floor, only to be annihilated. Each defeat confirms a terrifying truth: the dungeon is not meant to be conquered. It is meant to observe, adapt, and prove superiority through endurance. As gods intervene and reality itself strains under the dungeon’s unnatural design, Seth faces a looming existential threat—one that may force him to choose between remaining a hidden architect of judgment or becoming something the world can no longer ignore. Seth is a dark fantasy progression novel about intelligence over strength, identity under pressure, and the cost of absolute preparation—where survival is never accidental, mercy is inefficient, and victory belongs to the one who learns faster than the world can react.
Lucky_Leonardo · 5.3k Views

F Grade Healer Becomes Strongest Biomancer

【WSA 2026 Entry】 [!] Title Change in Progress [!] ════════════════════ Birth of the Undying Biomancer: Mio was the worst healer in Tokyo. F-grade, dead weight—her party kept her around out of pity until they did the math and left her bleeding in a ruined cathedral. Something ancient was waiting there. It offered her a Class that devours its hosts—a path of power that claimed the lives of the three Biomancers who came before her. Mio said yes anyway. She’d already felt the sting of a slow death; what was one more monster in her veins? Now pain is currency, death is fuel, and the hunger grows with every kill. The Bureau wants a weapon. Her sister wants her home for dinner. Mio agreed to both. In a world of Systems and Dungeons, power isn't a gift; it's a trade. And Mio is finally ready to pay the price. ════════════════════ What This Is: [1] This is a progression fantasy with system elements, but the system serves the story, not the other way around. Expect meaningful numbers, not stat spam. [2] Romance is not the focus. Mio has bigger problems. But expect a slow-burn later down the line! [3] The story gets dark, but it's earned. No grimdark for shock value. ════════════════════ Schedule: 1-2 chapters daily @ 10am-2pm CST | Chapter Length: 1,000-1,500 words ════════════════════ Powerstone Goals: 100 = +1 chapter 250= +2 chapters 500= +3 chapters 800 = +5 chapters ════════════════════ Support Me: Collections, comments, and reviews keep this alive! ════════════════════ #weak_to_strongest #female_lead #mass_awakening #dark_fantasy
musuyin · 61.4k Views

Cryptomining Supervillain

Wondered if a cryptomining app would make you a Superhero..or villain? Damen Dark is an unfortunate orphan trapped in a cruel household, forced to endure the abuse of his uncle, his family, and a world that seems determined to break him. One ordinary day, he receives a mysterious link on his phone advertising a new app—DemCoin, a cryptocurrency mining program. Damen knows it’s probably a scam. But curiosity gets the better of him. At first, the app seems harmless. It “mines” coins by targeting living beings—stray animals… and people. With little expectation, Damen uses it as a private outlet for his bottled-up anger, siphoning coins from those who torment him: his family, his classmates, the bullies who rule the streets. It feels like justice. It feels good. But DemCoin is far more than a mining app. As Damen accumulates enough coins, hidden features unlock—features that allow him to target individuals and steal their powers. What begins as survival turns into temptation, and temptation into transformation. With every stolen ability, Damen grows stronger… and more dangerous. Now faced with unimaginable power, Damen must choose who he will become. Will he take revenge on a world that never showed him mercy, or rise as a hero to protect it? The truth lies somewhere in between. In a cruel twist of fate, Damen soon realizes the irony of power: the stronger he becomes, the greater the threats that hunt him. And worse still, DemCoin is not just a tool—it is a force, subtly guiding his path. Whether he knows it or not, the app isn’t shaping him into a savior. It is forging a supervillain. And Damen Dark may have no choice but to become exactly that.
Joyon · 54.5k Views

Naruto: The King of flames

--- The Uchiha clan assembly was in turmoil. Radicals and conservatives argued without end, each convinced of their own righteousness, neither willing to take a step back. Between them, Fugaku spoke calmly, trying to bridge the widening divide, trying to remind the clan of restraint and reason. Then footsteps rang out. Jin stepped into the center of the hall. The arguments faded as his eyes passed over every face present. “One clan,” Jin said, his voice firm and unwavering, “yet torn into three factions.” “Is this what our ancestors shed blood for.” Silence spread. “They did not build the Uchiha so we could tear ourselves apart with words.” “They built us to endure, To stand together, To be feared, To be respected.” Jin raised his head slightly. “From today onward, the Uchiha clan will move forward with one will.” “One direction.” “One voice.” He placed a hand over his chest. “Mine.” “I will carry the burden, I will face the consequences, I will lead us out of stagnation and division.” His gaze hardened. “I have finished speaking.” “Those who believe the Uchiha deserve a future, stand with me.” “And those who object..." --- [Author’s Disclaimer] [All character properties belong to their respective creators. I do not own any characters aside from my original characters (OCs).] [Image Credit Notice] [The image used as cover doesn't belong to me. If you are the original owner and would like it removed, please let me know.]
IAMXENO_XD · 80k Views