Deus: We Are All Lords

This is a new world, only remotely similar to the one in which our ancestors lived 600 years ago. The novel is set on the planet Gamelan in the kingdom of Magoria. Now the planet is engulfed in a great war. The king fights on three fronts, allied with the mountain clans and lords of the eight duchies to defend the north, west and east of Magoria from the enemy hordes. The fact that in a few years the war will be lost is known only at court. Far to the south of the Old Sea, no battle rages. Here, on the islands, peasants and miners live in peace; but sooner or later everything comes to an end. The enemy is preparing an invasion of the archipelago in order to capture the Riklia mines and destroy the few settlements. At the same time, a man sails to the island of Mirkhold, whose appearance can turn the tide of the war. The only trouble is that the stranger also does not wish people well.

“Demon.” He could hear it all: their whispers, low murmurs— gossip. They feared him despite his inability to control the powers granted to him from birth. It was primal — the fear of what one would never understand and this fear was a force, a power he used in manipulating their worthless lives like the mere puppets they were. “Weak.” “Pathetic.” He was immortal; and as long as he lived, the fear they felt would never die out. He would keep feasting on their foolishness until he finally broke out of these material shackles. A force of chaos, nightmares they have been trying so hard to suppress and forget — that was what he was. “Immoral Demon! By the power of the gods, we order you to surrender your life and to us! We have you cornered, and there is no escape for you!” “Foolish demon, there is no where for you to run! Beg like the worm you are and shed all the tears you want, but we shall not spare your life today!” Mylos stared at the gathering of fools before him in a calm silence; he was going to make them beg for their lives, just like their worthless gods.

What happens when a supernatural being escape from the hell prison into the mortal world? Will our main protagonist be able to capture it again? Will he be able to do it? One of the angelic beings and leaders to supervise all being in the universe, had the task of imprisoning the criminal and returning it to hell. But, it was impossible for a powerful angelic being to appear in the world due to the restrictions of power. So, he can only be reborn as a mortal. Following him was his twin and their pets but in the mortal world, the twins were separated with no memory as formal angels nor power. As for their pets, they can go and return between dimensions. Yet, as if the universe itself pity the mortal world, it gives birth to a powerful group of abilities with a medium to help the twins fight the hell criminal. But, to balance the world, under the hell criminal control, a human with dark abilities also appear. After 500 years... "Remember, Kairi. You're my brother. Although we're not blood-related, I have every right to protect you." - Rafiz "WE WELCOME OUR MASTER OF STELLARS!" - Pegasus Spirit. "I thought I have killed all the Knight Seeyer but... Clearly, I left one more..." - Dark Ries. "We have to take him to Syarantonia." - Agi "Oh star who is my slave... Destroy all obstacles that obscure my path! - Kairi "Searched for that boy. Do not let him live!" - Dark Revier "I think... I might have fallen in love with him. But, he is not an ordinary man." - Aries

When two identical but rival twins fight for a crown, fell in love with the same woman, and hate each other with passion, the expected conflicts burst out in the peaceful town of Greenwich, after the murder of the mafia king. El Capone believed in his father's decree and was ready to uphold his legacy. El Ramon hates his twin brother with passion, fell in love with his wife, and wants sole control of the largest island in Asia, along with the respect and wealth attached. The priest is the leader of the merchant from country P, and they all came in search of opium, found it in large quantities, and decided to reside in Greenwich because of its surplus supply of it. Humans' wants, as we know are unlimited, the more we have, the more we want. Priest desire the throne of the mafia king, and nothing can stand in his way. Except for the ghost of the mafia king himself.

What is a mystery? Is it an axiom representing what is not perceptible and understandable? Is it the unfathomable, incomprehensible no matter how people try to make it specious? No, it isn't that. The definition of mystery is only what people can conceive, a specious fact with loopholes. People believe what they believe to be true and sadly, it has plunged them to the endless gore of ignorance. Mysteries aren't what we don't understand or what we can't comprehend. Mysteries aren't what remain hidden, taciturn to the ever yearning ears of people. Mysteries aren't the supernatural laws which can't be explained or fathomed. No, the definition of 'mysteries' is beyond that. Mysteries are what can't be reached no matter how we try to reach them. It isn't what can't be comprehended. Rather, it's what can't be reached. They are endless gores, immersed into the abyssal chasm of infinities. Mysteries are a state of endlessness and boundlessness, incomprehensible and unfathomable. Yes, that's what mysteries are. Cyclopean and grosteque phantasm is what a mystery should be called. A mystery transcends the feebleness and lumbering states of concepts, going on and on for eternity. Hence, a mystery is the same as infinity and infinity the same as a mystery. A mystery is infinite and infinity is mysterious—both are like a symphony, intertwined with each other making them chalcenterous and existing in oneness. To understand a mystery, you need to be boundless and infinite, transcending all possible concepts and impossible concepts, all possible 'non-concepts' and all impossible 'non-concepts'. Mysteries are beyond conception as well as non-conception. They are mysteries, boundless and infinite! They are stacked upon each other in a terracing manner, shrouded in the prodigious paradigm of infinity, going on and on till infinity!

As you know, angels are at the head of the good mortal world, and demons rule the ball in hell.  But the angels are not as kind as the people of the church have always made them out to be.  The human race is not so important to them. And now, in their wars for our souls, they have completely forgotten about us.  But people like me don't consider themselves to be ordinary people.  We live twice, and sometimes three times more than ordinary people are allowed to live.  Our society is called the priests of Ultima.  That's all we want to tell about our world... P.s I don't publishing here anymore!

Moses was known as the penniless live-in-son-in-law of the Twelve Cities. Shunned by his own clan, and ridiculed by society, Moses was the embodiment of failure and mockery. He slaved under the powerful MOMO family, for three grueling years. But everything changed with one phone call. “Mr. Moses, We went through a thorough review of our records, and we confirmed you purchased the highest amount of stock when our company was starting out.” “I'm happy to let you know that you hold the highest shares in Rockechilds Empire. Your stake translates to a personal net worth of $35 trillion.” Find out how Moses rose to top, crushing all those that laughed at him.

We all were born into this world without our knowledge. We weren't given the chance to choose our origin: race, tribes, or even the family where we came from. Then what crime have we committed for being who we are today? Alator was a boy without an origin, name, family, or place in the world. He was left to survive in the wastelands. A land once raided by demonic beasts one thousand years ago. Now ruled by the powerful noble houses. In the wastelands, power is everything and being weak means death.The soil is soaked with blood, the roads is littered with bones, and only the strong take anything for themselves. Every day is a fight to survive, every choice is a gamble against life and death. But Alator has a single goal, to awaken his soul essence, rise above his insignificance, and to finally take control over his own life. As he struggles to rise, he faces mysterious forces far beyond mortals, one that wishes to erase his existence, because of his sacred origin. In the wastelands, nothing is fair, nothing is safe, life is earned in blood, and survival only keeps you on the ground to fight again. Join our MC as he embarks on this brutal and thrilling journey towards defying his fate and discovering his true identity. Will Alator defy his fate or will he bow to the will of heaven, wishing to destroy him and erase his existence?.

Wrong place Wrong decisions Wrong timing All coincidence... Or maybe not? "What the hell, did he just blow his brains out" Dylan screams getting brain matter of his face. "Welcome to the natural Selection" Ever played game where there are no rules, no second chances, no reruns, one life and that's all you get, you are stuck in a battle royal for 3 months?. Only this is a reality and you die in the game you die in real life!. 5 years since the launch of the brutal and barbaric games 100 players and no survival will this be the turning point? or will all new 25 players die before they get to the end?. After a night of bad choices. Will Anyone survive The game of natural selection. "We are all going die!"

My new classmate began to assert that teachers are not people. Meanwhile, there are more and more strange cases confirming his conjecture, not all vampires are evil, there is one among them who, sacrificing everything, in the desire to overthrow the tyrant, is ready to change the course of time. we can forget the past, but it can't forget us, following the friends of the indomitable death scythe, are you sure all demons are bad? Take a look around, but rather look into yourself. Has the author ever met his hero? What is there to see! To love and even mutually.