Fantôme

For over three years, my kid brother's early-morning playing sessions always woke me up as early as 5 AM. 26th February was different. I woke up very late. Matt was nowhere to be found, neither was his guitar.

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

Being the Angel of death requires a lot of responsibility from Azrael. He was loved by his father but hated by his brother Black. Azrael did his job diligently until a faithful day when the forbidden happened. ︎︎︎︎ "Father, why did call for me?" "You dared to go against me and saved a child you never should have saved, Azrael. I trusted you and gave you my glory. How dare you disobey me?!" Azrael fell to his knees and begged his father. "I never meant to go against you, father. I just couldn't bear to take the child's soul away." "That child should never have been born, it will bring doom to the world. You have just saved the doom of the mortals and immortals! How will you pay for this you've brought upon us!" "I'm so sorry father, I will receive my punishment without complain. "In that case, You, Azreal are hereby sentenced to the wilderness of nothingness until my anger is appeased!" Azrael received his punishment for saving who he shouldn't have. He did what he shouldn't do as the angel of death. He interfered with the lives of mortals. But what he didn't know was the fact that there is a force behind why he did what he did. That force will destroy the whole world and the only person who can fight against it, is none other than Azrael (The Angel of death).

They called me the Scourge of the Seven Realms. The Black Emperor. The man who'd conquered half the world before his thirtieth birthday. None of those titles mattered now, as I lay dying on the blood-soaked marble of my throne room. "Any last words, Damien?" High Priestess Celeste stood over me, her blade — my own sword, stolen during the battle — still dripping with my blood. Behind her, the leaders of the rebellion watched with hungry eyes, eager to see the tyrant fall. I wanted to laugh. After everything I'd done, all the kingdoms I'd conquered, all the battles I'd won, I was being killed by the woman I'd once loved. The woman I'd trusted above all others. "You won't win," I managed, blood bubbling from my lips. "The demons... they'll come regardless. You've doomed everyone." "Better the demons than you," she spat. The irony was bitter. I'd conquered the world to unite it, to prepare for the demonic invasion my visions had shown me. But fear and propaganda had turned me into a monster in their eyes. They couldn't see that everything I'd done was to save them. "So be it," I whispered. "May you live long enough to see your mistake." Celeste raised the blade for the final strike. "Goodbye, Damien." The sword fell. Darkness swallowed me. And then...

"Tracy, don’t tell me you’re feeding me this poison. That’s murdering!” *** They say a man who finds a wife finds gold. But what happens when that wife murders you in front of her lover? Adam Cole, an ordinary Uber driver who sacrificed everything to give his wife a better life, never saw his betrayal coming. Framed, broken, and left for dead, his downfall was carefully planned by the one person he trusted most. But fate had other plans. Given a second chance at life, Adam returns stronger than before, armed with more than just physical power. This time, he’s not running. He’s hunting. And now, everyone who tried to destroy him must run—because Adam Cole is back.

For three years, I was nothing more than her janitor husband. She sneered at me, her family spat on me, and in the end, she shoved divorce papers into my hands and walked away with another man. But the world didn’t know the truth. I wasn’t just Alexander the nobody. I am Alexanderiel Warrick—the lost Centimillionaire King. At the bank, they laughed—until they saw the endless zeroes in my account. At the gala, her new lover bid eight million. I said, “Twenty-five.” The room went silent. Now elites bow. Women admire. And my ex-wife? She drowns in regret, watching the man she discarded rule the world she always dreamed of. “Alexander, please… I was wrong.” “Too late, Lila. The janitor you mocked is now the King you’ll never touch again.”

The President of The United States dies in the hands of his own men and reincarnates as one of the weakest being in another fantasy world where his life is always on the line in a body of a hated son of a sword family. "No magic, sword, or force will bring me down in this life... NOTHING!"

'This...' 'What's happening...?' Weird fur started growing out of the hands and the same was seen on the legs too. The burning sensation was intense and all this was happening during a night of full moon. The nails also had started to elongate and the texture of the face too changed. It was a dark night when it was raining heavily and in this heavy rain a boy, who was slowly transforming into a werewolf was running while being totally drenched. 'No... not again!' 'I don't want to turn into that monster again!' "Aooooooo" Join me in this amazing adventure in which a boy turns into a werewolf with dark powers just after reading a book! [ I do not own the art of this cover. If the owner owns this and wants me to remove it, please leave a comment. It will be removed within 48 working hours. ] [ Also, the story is a bit slow paced since I'm planning to write about 1000 chapters, hope you enjoy. ]

When my daughter, Lila Haye, was declared brain-dead, my wife, Emma Hayes, urged me to consent to organ donation. Consumed by sorrow and struggling to cope, I uncovered a devastating secret: Blake Thompson, Lila’s attending physician, was Emma’s ex-lover. They had lied about Lila’s true state to coerce me into signing the consent form, intending to save Blake’s own daughter, Sophia. The sight of Emma lovingly holding Sophia while appearing like a perfect family shattered me. In a rage, I confronted them, only to be pushed from a building, resulting in my death. However, I was mysteriously given another chance, finding myself back on the day of the consent signing. As I gazed at Lila lying in the hospital bed, I vowed silently that this time, I would ensure both Emma and Blake faced the consequences for their betrayal.

"Gale Warm, what the Warm family owes me is for you to pay!" Shawn Wood threw Gale Warm into a mental hospital, tortured and humiliated. Two years later, he married her. "Don't be delusional, you are just here to atone for your family sins." He hated her, and only wanted to bully her.Gale Warm endured it while searching for the truth, and proved her family's innocence. Later, Gale Warm threw the evidence on Shawn Wood's face. "I never owed you." Later, Shawn  Wood turned pale overnight. He whispered in her ear day and night. "Gale, don't leave me. Otherwise, I won’t be able to live..." "Shawn Wood, how dare you threaten me!" "How dare I? You wouldn’t want our children to have no father, would you?"