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Children of the Hollow Sun

Fantasy / Mythic Fiction Fifteen-year-old Solen has never looked directly at the sun. Not because he fears blindness. Because he fears it will look back. Born in a cliff village on the edge of the world, Solen has spent his life carrying his dead mother’s heresy — that Aurath, the god his people worship, the sun that has watched over civilization for a thousand years, is not what anyone believes it to be. The priests call it the Seeing Eye. The Codex calls it the First Warmth. His mother called it a conversation waiting to happen. She was right. When the sun flickers for the first time in living memory and a crack splits the holy Sun Gate of his village, Solen climbs down the cliffs at night and finds a man standing in the dead flats below — a man who casts no shadow, who has been waiting there for eleven years, who knows Solen’s name and his scar and every secret his mother ever kept. His name is Veth. And what he has to say will unmake everything Solen thought he knew about the world. The sun is not a god. It is an egg. And it has been hatching since the night Solen was born. Children of the Hollow Sun is an epic mythic fantasy about a boy who discovers he is not the chosen hero of a prophecy — but the door through which something ancient and enormous is trying to learn what it means to exist. It is a story about consent and inheritance, about the difference between being called and being forced, about civilizations built on misunderstanding and the slow, difficult work of getting things right. It is about what happens when a god decides the only honest way to arrive is to ask permission.
KimDracula · 2.9k Views

Ruins Of Time

He opened his eyes and stared directly at the empty part on top of the eighth spire. Just before he could resume his thoughts, a sickly familiar voice vibrated faintly in his ears.  [ Arbiter, The Tranium Oath of the Eighth Macrocosm is looking at you] [ Arbitor, The Tranium Oath of the Eighth Macrocosm is suggesting a contract.] The man's eyes widened automatically—it was the first time in so long that he'd heard the sound of the of the System reaching out to him. A part of him wanted to close his eyes in disbelief but the other part of him immediately nodded, attempting to speak but ending up sputtering for a few moments. "Y—yes," he said, voice suddenly desperate and awfully dry. He braced himself to pay the repercussions, but to his surprise the black shards never came, instead a holograph opened in front of him.  [1. . . ␣␣ must give up certain memories and expect others to be forgotten or remembered only after ␣ ␣␣] 2 . . . ␣␣ must be willing to face the Repercussions. 3 . . . ␣␣ should visit the 9th macrocosm. 4 . . . ␣␣ may have the capabilities to change designated events if willing to lose the course of others.  . . ␣␣ must be willing to make the story more interesting for the Architects— . .] He didn't care about more than half the things, other than realizing that it was a way back. In trade for the higher percentage of himself that existed within the physical world, he could go back. But to the [Ninth Macrocosm], according to the architect of the [Eighth Macrocosm].  He stiffened. There were only eight macrocosms. What did they mean by the ninth macrocosm? He glanced around, but just as he did, he clutched his head with the same bloody hand as a pang of pain reverbated through it.  He didn’t want to live in this circle of torture anymore and neither could he bring himself to wait for his companions. He didn't know how long he'd been imprisoned by the Celestium's highest dieties. "I agree to the terms," he said, voice a mess.  . . . . [The Architects are looking at you] [Architect of the Ninth Macrocosm is smiling at you] He reached out but the ether swallowed him whole until it had entered his body entirely, through his mouth, his nose, his eyes. When it finally cleared, a single message welcomed him. [You've traveled 10 years into the past!] [You've been sent to the [Original Worldline]!]
glaucousseas · 23.6k Views

ZARQA

Step forth and dive back in time, to the depths of the desert, where the stories of old unfold before your eyes. A story of treasure hunting, betrayal, and destiny. Giants and Jinn. Magic and poisons. Curses and bloodlines. Royalty and backstabbing. Death and life. When a gruesome future is all you see, how can you change it? When you're foretold to fail, how should you move on? Zarqa, the girl who saw beyond time, sought to find answers. -------------------------- Legend says that Zarqa had sharp eyes that could look far away in the distance. But what if that wasn’t the end of it, what if her eyes were seeing far beyond not only space, but time? What if Zarqa was blessed with a prophecy, one that could save her dying village from destruction? Just as they thought they had no way to survive, Zarqa learns of a way to protect her village from demolition. Naturally, no one believed her, for no one but the Almighty could see beyond the present. They forgot the Almighty offers knowledge to those whom he deems of worth. And Zarqa was one of them. Having to trudge an arduous path and go through a great adventure, Zarqa seeks to find the solution to all of their problems, a treasure said to have the power to change all. Pitted against magical traps and the mysteries of the deserts, she finds unexpected company in Ali Baba, the poor kid with the sticky fingers, and his crow Morjana... -------------------------- This is my first original long story here and is also a WSA 2024 Entry. I ask that you give it a try and hope you enjoy it :D Also, note that English is not my first language... And it's not my second either. **Please don't let the first paragraphs fool you. This isn't a story from the first person's POV. -----------------------Media------------------------- This book has many openings and endings; check them out: [General opening of the book: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yVxnu5R3vws] [Ending: https://youtu.be/1wQ_aJVFhx0] [Baghdad Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/GwJIJ2Kn0FI] [Two Heavens Arc's opening: https://youtu.be/NO1C0ngBVjg] [Two Heavens Arc's ending: https://youtu.be/hO-XPQsCPFw] [Cursed Ring Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/PUF4H98y2B0] [ Persia Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/sSfG_uVSkQk] [ Persia Arc's Ending: https://youtu.be/8JfG9pvBZ60] [ Cave of Wonders Arc's Opening: https://youtu.be/clZG_WA7NiE] [Final Ending: https://youtu.be/777bC9tQr1k]
M0M0KA · 247k Views

THE SILENT LIBRARY

In a world where power decides fate, the weak are forgotten. The world of Tianyuan is ruled by cultivators—individuals who absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in pursuit of immortality. Sects rise and fall, powerful experts dominate the skies, and countless lives vanish on the cruel path of cultivation. When Lin Mo awakens in this dangerous world after the end of his previous life, he quickly understands one simple truth: He is weak. With poor spiritual roots and little talent, Lin Mo is ignored by the elders of the Azure Cloud Sect and assigned a quiet, insignificant job—caretaker of the Outer Sect Library. But hidden within the dusty shelves of forgotten books, Lin Mo discovers something no one else has noticed. A mysterious ancient book. A silent inheritance left behind by an unknown master. Unlike other cultivation methods that rely on brute force and talent, the **Silent Library teaches a different path**—one of observation, understanding, and hidden meridians that most cultivators have never even heard of. While others fight fiercely for resources and recognition, Lin Mo cultivates quietly among ancient books and forgotten knowledge. Every page he reads reveals another secret of heaven and earth. Every hidden pathway he opens brings him closer to unimaginable power. And no one in the Azure Cloud Sect realizes that the quiet librarian they ignore is slowly walking a path that may one day shake the entire cultivation world. Because sometimes… The most dangerous cultivator is the one no one notices.
ashtkamal · 5.7k Views

Scholar's Mate

“In an age where knowledge cuts deeper than knives, Victoria is about to learn far more than is safe for any soul to bear.” Victoria and Robert were torn from the gentle dullness of their ordinary century and cast into a realm governed by proto-concepts—those ancient, unblinking truths from which life, death, and divinity themselves are carved. Proclaimed “Heroes” by a world too desperate to question its own choices, they were commanded to rise in strength, confront a Demon Lord, and deliver salvation to a land that had never been theirs. Robert donned the mantle with the fervour of a man stepping into destiny. Victoria… hesitated. And in that hesitation, something old—older than scripture, older than light—turned its gaze toward her. She felt its attention like a draft through a locked room. In a moment poised between terror and terrible understanding, she accepted its offer: a contract sealed in silence, a year of her life exchanged for a thing that should never have been permitted to exist. Not in this world. Not in any. She did not yet grasp that, in straying from the Hero’s ordained path, she had not merely shifted her fate— she had begun to unwrite the very scaffolding of her humanity. Now Victoria walks like a phantom through a world that has marched on without her— one year behind the celebrated Hero, yet burdened with an insight so sharp it threatens to cut her free from mortality itself. She can now trespass upon knowledge forbidden to scholars, sorcerers, or even those who stand at the pinnacle of human mastery. She commits the kind of acts whispered only of beings who have stepped beyond the human threshold… and never returned. And in a world built on primordial, immovable truths, one truth endures: Knowledge is power. But power, when mishandled, becomes a curse that devours its bearer— quietly, inevitably, like rot beneath embroidered silk.
NovaLumin · 128.9k Views