Curse

Truth is a privilege of the gods--not a right. Caelion Vireth was a Spellbreaker of the divine, who would open deadly curses and bring the will of the gods. When his head started splitting up and his body broke down, the gods referred to it as a flaw. It was a disgrace, said his father. Betrayed and executed by the one he trusted most, Caelion should have died. Rather, he finds himself in the body of Vaelthar Noctryn- the tabooed God of Deceit, who is lord of the underworld. Caelion hides under a curse that ties him to the shadows, and masquerades as a young messenger back to the court of the gods. However, his lie has its price--once the moonlight touches him his secret will be known, and this time he will be dead forever. In his quest to unravel the truth about his execution, Caelion starts to unravel the truth as he travels through the gods who condemned him. He finds out something much worse than betrayal. He was never meant to die. He was to climb up. And the one who commissioned his death was never his father. Caelion, with the truth hidden in the lies and the court working against him, embarks on the quest to reveal the gods, at all cost. But in a world where one builds on falsehoods, even justice is punishable. In order to possess the truth, he must perhaps turn into the thing they were so afraid of.

In a cultivation realm that upholds the accumulation of good karma as the only path to enlightenment and power, an anomaly named Arion emerges. Unlike his peers who pursue virtue, Arion is mysteriously endowed with a unique System that grants him power from the most unholy sources: the sins, hatred, and regrets of others. The greater the conflict, tragedy, and suffering surrounding him, the more formidable the cultivation energy he absorbs, making him an increasingly powerful anomaly in a world that condemns the very source of his strength. However, this power comes with unexpected and heartbreaking consequences. Women who are deeply connected to Arion's emotions—whether through sympathy, conflict, or fate—will inevitably be bound to his "karmic chains." This bond is not the result of ordinary seduction or romance, but rather an unbreakable spiritual tie, making them part of Arion's cultivation process. Elders and elite sects view him as a threat, an embodiment of darkness that must be eradicated. On his journey, Arion must not only fight powerful enemies but also grapple with the morality of his own power and the fate of the women bound to him. Questions about the justice and truth of the karma believed by the world begin to surface, sparking doubt about the very foundations of their faith. Arion and his System are not a curse, but a cosmic correction tool, an entity destined to rebalance the order of the universe that has long since strayed. He is the "Balancer of Fate," tasked with restoring true balance between light and darkness, sin and virtue, even if it means destroying the foundations of the world he knows.

Born into a noble family and endowed with tremendous power, exceptional talent, and unparalleled physical attractiveness, one might assume these qualities to be blessings. However, are they truly advantageous or rather a curse? Allen Frey, a young man destined to inherit the illustrious lineage of Duke Frey in the Kingdom of Eldoria, finds himself entangled in this very predicament. Given his extraordinary social standing and the multitude of advantages at his disposal, it seems inevitable that Allen will lead a prosperous life and ascend to greatness in due course. What if this perceived fortune is merely an intricate facade, perpetually deceiving him at every twist and turn? What if it's all an elaborate lie? A hero summoned from another world with the mission to vanquish the Demon Emperor ultimately becomes the perpetrator, stripping Allen of everything he holds dear—his fiancée, sister, power, strength, and all that he possessed. Does this constitute fate? Even the figure known as the "Hero" ultimately eradicated his very existence. Can this be considered justice? In the final moments of his life, he gazed upward at the serene sky, mustering every ounce of strength to reach out his trembling hand. "Oh, God! Are you truly so merciless as to shatter my life?" "Can... Can you grant me an opportunity to alter this cruel destiny?!" He cried out, his voice strained, tears streaming down his face, and gradually he closed his weary eyes. [Ding! Fate Fighting System Successfully Bound!]

A bloodline the world branded as poison was never a curse. It was a warning—and the thing it warned about is waking up. Cast out at fourteen for the taint in his blood, Kael Voss returns to a hometown in flames, tears apart the monsters that no soldier could stop, and vanishes before the awe-struck crowd can name him. He came home for a family reunion. He finds an empty house, a cold hearth, and his mother and sister gone—fled from a man who walks under the iron seal of the Purity Council. One slaughtered pack, one whispered name, and the city remembers the Voss curse all over again. But the Council fears the wrong thing. The techniques Kael's hidden mentors drilled into him on nameless mountains are not the work of any school—they are the raw fundamentals that the world's so-called supreme powers spent lifetimes chasing. And his father, presumed dead sixteen years, left a journal that should not exist, recovered from inside a creature of the Abyss. Rivals scheme, Rifts split open along a deliberate line, and a hidden hand moves families like pieces on a board. Each life Kael saves raises his legend. Each truth he uncovers tightens the noose. Caught between a sealed town and the shadows of his own past, Kael must decide—stay the disposable tainted nobody the world wrote off, or become the force his mentors forged and his enemies dread, and risk waking the very thing the taint was warning the world to fear.

In a world where the dead refuse to rest, the living fear what lurks beyond the veil. For centuries, humanity believed all spirits(ghosts) were vengeful, mindless entities seeking destruction. But the truth is far more terrifying—some spirits exist to devour, corrupt, and break the boundaries between life and death. Others, bound by fate, offer unimaginable power to those they deem worthy. Arman never wanted to be a hero. Struggling with social anxiety, he preferred to keep his head down, avoid trouble, and live a life that meant nothing to anyone but himself. But everything changed the day he became bound to a force beyond comprehension. Now, with an ancient spirit entwined with his very soul, he’s dragged into a hidden war waged in the shadows—a battle between those who harness the power of the dead and those who twist it into something monstrous. As ancient forces awaken and the boundaries between the worlds fracture, Arman faces an impossible truth: the power within him is both a gift and a curse, one that could consume him if he fails to control it. With enemies lurking in every shadow and unseen forces pulling the strings, he must uncover the origins of his power, the forgotten secrets of the past, and the role he is destined to play in a war that has raged for centuries. Because if he fails—if he breaks—this war won’t just claim his soul. It will unravel reality itself. A journey of power, fate, and the unseen begins… but can a boy who fears even simple conversations truly rise to become the strongest Spiritbound?

Fairytales had it, "The princess kissed the frog and the ugly creature magically became a handsome prince." But what if the frog prince's curse can't be broken even with the true love's kiss? Meet Prince Ling, the crown prince of Earth Kingdom within the realm of the shapeshifters. He is not only known for his social status, luxurious clothes, and good looks but also for being a great Casanova. Who would have thought that this handsome prince has actually an ugly real form of a frog? This is the darkest secret that the Earth Kingdom holds up to this day. Will the ladies that fell head over heels for him laugh or cry out of despair? That matter aside, Prince Ling's coming of age is just around the corner yet his father is still hesitant of passing the authority to him. You might ask, what's been holding his majesty back? Well, it's Prince Ling himself. He's a troublemaker, cannot sympathize with his fellow citizens, and lacks the maturity and ability to lead. Little did he know, there's another thing that's holding his father back from ascending him to the throne - he's bound to die on his 21st birthday. The crowned prince's everyday life changed when he met the third princess of Water Kingdom when he was out for "bride hunting". Their fates got intertwined with each other, and the secrets of the past are slowly appearing on the surface. Will meeting the third princess of Water Kingdom help prevent the destined tribulation to be set upon Prince Ling?

Caster Valley, Kansas, is a small peaceful town where nothing stays a secret for long. Where no paranormal phenomena ever happen. And it's the last place any murders ever happen. At least, that's what some of the townsfolk thought. Weston Brooks doesn't know what to believe. On his eighteenth birthday, strange unbelievable things begin to happen. Not only is his family in shambles, but the magic powers he was born with are out of control which divides them even more so after an accidental mishap that leads him to run away only for him to wind up at his best friend's house, who he has a crush on. Unfortunately, the bad luck he constantly has is only getting worse because his best friend's mother places a curse on them to never interact romantically without disastrous consequences happening. Now, with his misfortunes, he also begins to see a strange ghostly truck. At first, he ignores it. But then one day, he gets the courage to follow it. But that might have been his biggest mistake... Or maybe it was his fate. Being led to the bridge where he finds a black truck, the same black truck he's been seeing is at the bottom of the cliff by the bridge, and inside is the dead body of Barry Bloomsdale--a person everyone in town knows. Now, he gets thrown into a deep mystery and must solve the case with the help of the police chief's son and his cousin as well as a mysterious black cat that insists she's there to protect him. As they investigate, what they learn just might frighten Weston.

Kael dropped his hands down, causing his blade to run along the jagged ground, sending burst of sparks infused with dark-magic across the floor. His victim, a bloodied werewolf, laid on the ground, staring at him with his one trembling eye. Kael growled as he knelt beside the dying beast. “They sent me to tell you, wolf…” He lifted his sword and placed it on werewolf’s neck. “… your end has come.” ................. The world was dying The Blinding Veil - a divine seal formed by the beings of past was the one thing stopping the entire world from meeting its end. But it’s effects are already fading as the seal had begun to break and the evil curse the ancestors had tried to ward off with the seal had begun to seep in through the cracks in the bleeding veil. Vampires were going rogue, werewolves killed without reason, the Elves turned to dark magic, the faes sat and watched the evil unfold without interfering. And the humans? They were reduced to hundreds, losing a battle even their techs couldn't help win. But Kael Draven, a god-blade wielding killer with no memory of his past, is not like them. Once a child soldier and now a hired gun, Kael believes his targets are the danger—until a failed assignment reveals a terrible truth: They're not the threat. He is. Chased by his former masters, Kael joins a half-elf warlock, a exiled werewolf, a Fae torturer, and a human prodigy. As the world is about to end, Kael learns that he's not human—nor hybrid. He is something more... With everything and everyone after him, will Kael become the monster he was designed to be, or seal the pact that wants to end him?

Lucas, a modern strategic genius, dies and wakes up in the body of Lancelot Peterson—the mute, magically crippled bastard son of a powerful noble house. Betrayed by his family, discarded by his fiancée Jessica, and publicly humiliated by his half-brother Damon, Lancelot was bound by a multi-layered geometric seal designed to strip his mana, silence his voice, and ensure his death in obscurity. They believed he was a broken cripple. They were wrong. Inheriting the ancient, fragmented memories of a legendary Archmage, Lucas views magic not as mystical incantations, but as raw, alterable geometric code. Where others see unbreakable curses, he sees broken lines waiting to be rewritten. Beginning at the absolute bottom in the dark, abandoned Cursed Wing of the estate, Lucas begins systematically dismantling his seal strand by strand. With every rewritten spell, a faint heat-shimmer distorts the air around his fingers, and a forgotten sovereign sigil flashes across his palm. While Damon scrambles to keep control through private assassination squads, poisoned gifts, and rigged duels, Lucas turns every trap back on his executioners without ever speaking a single word. From solving "unsolvable" ancient puzzles in front of the high court to turning high-tier spell formations against their casters, his silent face-slaps shatter his family's hold and force the high nobility into paranoia. When a royal decree banishes him to the perilous borderlands under imperial supervision, Lucas uses the exile to uncover buried ancient ruins, break through High Mage thresholds, and unlock the true origin of his curse: it was never just a seal to rob him of his inheritance—it was an ancient key designed to hide the true sovereign bloodline from the usurpers sitting on the First Throne.

He did not care if the prayer stole precious seconds from the timer. Between speaking to God and the damnation the system promised at zero, there was no question which came first. “Dear Lord,” he murmured, “Ye who see all hearts and weigh all sins… hear me now as I stand at the threshold of damnation. What I am about to do is cruel and unforgiving. A stain no river may wash from my hands. Yet, if this evil must be borne so that greater horrors may perish, let that burden fall upon me. “I know the gates of Hell stand open before my feet, and should this act be the step that leads me through them… so be it. Let history curse my name—if by my damnation, others are spared. “But Lord…” he continued quietly, “when the trumpets sound in the final days, when the dead rise and judgment cometh upon all souls, I ask only this of You: do not forget that I once wept for what I became. Do not forget that I hated the necessity of my hands. Don't forget that though I walked willingly into darkness, I did so that others may remain in the light. And if mercy exists even for the damned… then let me be counted among those shown pity. “For the sins I commit in Your name, for the evil I embrace in pursuit of a righteous end, and for the soul I surrender this night… I beg Your forgiveness.” He lifted his gaze and fixed Vir Ossium a death stare. “... Amen.” —————————————— Kael was just an ordinary guy—until the night he died. But instead of staying dead, he is thrown into a brutal death game. The rule is simple: Be the last Kamen Rider standing... by any means necessary.