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DRUMS OF THE SILENT THRONE

In the kingdom of Eldoria, magic flows solely through melody—songs, strings, and voices weave spells that bind the world in harmony. The royal bloodline has always produced the greatest singer-mages, rulers whose perfect notes command power and loyalty. Princess Elara, the sole heir, is born tone-deaf. Unable to produce even a single note of magic, she is whispered to be cursed—a silent embarrassment, a liability to the throne. Mocked by courtiers and burdened by doubt, Elara endures a life of isolation, believing herself broken. On the eve of her coronation, she discovers a hidden vault beneath the palace containing forbidden dragon-bone drums—ancient instruments that channel raw, primal magic through rhythm and beat. Banned centuries ago after a devastating war, these drums were said to have shaken mountains and awakened beasts long thought extinct. As Elara secretly masters this untamed power, she uncovers shocking truths: her "curse" was no accident, and the dragons are stirring once more. With a loyal guard kindling forbidden feelings in her heart and treacherous lords plotting her downfall, Elara must embrace the strength in her silence to claim her destiny. True leadership isn't sung in flawless harmony—it's forged in the defiant beat of acceptance. But awakening the old rhythm may unleash forces that could save... or destroy... the kingdom. A grand epic fantasy of self-discovery, forbidden romance, ancient dragons, and the thunderous power of being different.
Emmanuella_C · 3.4k Views

Fae and Trouble

Kirin asks the gods for beauty and heroes. What he gets is a beautiful bastard with a talent for burning things and charming people before he murders them. The hooded head turned sharply in Kirin’s direction. “Come out of there, little bird. You might burn your feathers.” It did not sound threatening, yet the mockery in it was unmistakable. Kirin gritted his teeth and straightened. Gripping the hilt of his dagger, he stepped out to face the demon. “Who are you?” he growled, doing his best not to show his fear. As if in answer, the stranger lowered the hood to reveal a cascade of chestnut brown hair and sharp features that were almost frightening in their perfection. Kirin looked into the green, wildcat eyes, then launched forward. He hit the demon in the ribs and broke past him, but a strong hand seized his arm and forced it behind his back. An iron grip clamped onto his shoulder. “Wily little bird,” the stranger hissed. “I am not your little bird,” Kirin growled. He jerked his head back. There was a satisfying crack as his skull hit against bone. The grip loosened, but the feeling of triumph vanished instantly as his feet were kicked from under him. Kirin desperately grasped for something to break his fall and caught the hem of the long green cloak. The smug grin on the demon’s face faltered as he stumbled forward and lost his footing. Kirin hit the ground, bracing for the weight to follow, but the man just dropped to his knees astride him, grabbed his arms and pinned them above his head. Even in his terror, Kirin was acutely aware of the strong thighs pressing against his hips and the firm chest pressing against his own. The man’s long hair brushed against his cheeks and neck. It carried the scent of cut grass and spring meadows that reminded him of home. The thought disoriented Kirin, and his gaze fixed on the full lips, inches away from his own. They curled into a feral smile as the stranger spoke. “I never said you were mine.”
Helena_Wolf_9834 · 31.2k Views

A Guide for Heroes (Who’d Rather Not Be)

Erdan Kernt was just your average, lazy, overthinking, (slightly) dirty-minded guy trying to enjoy his favorite isekai anime in peace. Next thing he knows, he’s standing in a glowing magic circle, surrounded by robed weirdos calling him “Hero” and begging him to save their world. But Erdan isn’t your typical isekai protagonist. He doesn’t want a harem, doesn’t want overpowered abilities, and definitely doesn’t want to leave his bed (unless food’s involved). What he does get is a sharp-eyed servant with a broken past, a cute puppy, and a pile of expectations from people he barely trusts. Now, between mysterious cults, shady allies, and a kingdom that sees him more as a tool than a savior, Erdan has to figure out whether surviving this world means becoming the “hero” they want, or just stubbornly being himself. Welcome to another world where nothing goes the way it’s supposed to. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: I'll be publishing a chapter each Wednesday. Sometimes it might be delayed because of school or, you know, life stuff, so just a heads up. There will also be the occasional chapter in third person, so it won't only be in the perspective of our protag. I’ll probably go back and mess with earlier chapters now and then, fixing typos, making things sound less dumb, or just changing stuff if someone points out something weird. The story itself won’t change, but how I write it might. Basically, even after I post a chapter, I kinda see it as “Work In Progress” until the whole book is finished. Anyway, feedback, comments, reviews, whatever—you’re awesome if you leave any of that. This is my first real shot at a webnovel (without fully AI generated slop), so I’m just winging it and hoping to get better as I go. Thanks for reading! NanPan
NanPan2 · 10.3k Views

Awakening of the Young Weirdo

In the R Empire, a brutal world ruled by qi cultivation and dark magic, fifteen-year-old Dren has always been the Nightveil Clan’s shame, a slow-minded, dull orphan treated as little more than trash by his own relatives. Mocked, ignored, and isolated since birth after his parents mysteriously died, Dren lived in a constant mental fog, unable to learn, speak properly, or even feel the full sting of the cruelty around him. Everything changes when the clan reluctantly sends him into the dangerous Beast Valley for the traditional spirit-beast taming rite. Deep in the valley, something strange happens. The fog in his mind shatters, his thoughts become sharp and clear for the first time, and a cold, ancient voice named Vion awakens inside him, claiming to have been sealed in his body for years. Now fully aware of how badly he has been treated, Dren returns to the clan hiding his transformation. He pretends to still be the useless idiot everyone expects while secretly training under Vion’s harsh guidance, awakening powerful warlock abilities tied to the Nightveil Clan’s forbidden dark arts. As Dren grows stronger, he begins uncovering buried secrets: his parents’ deaths were no accident, the clan elders hide dark truths, and Vion himself has his own hidden motives for helping him rise. Surrounded by clan politics, rivalries with the other three great clans (Duskblade, Jadebrew, and Shadowbolt), and the constant threat of war, Dren must decide his path, quiet revenge against those who scorned him, the pursuit of truth about his past, or something far greater. With an arrogant ancient entity in his head, untapped potential in his veins, and enemies on every side, the former outcast begins a slow, calculated climb from the bottom. The clan that threw him away is about to learn what happens when trash awakens.
krystalpd02 · 0 Views