Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

"Ethan, oh Ethan, don't think too highly of your self, you are nothing but a blood donor. You are just a useless piece of trash, do you think you deserve to be my husband? Ha dream on!" Daphne scoffed and spat in disgust. After many years of serving your wife and inlaw like a slave, you found out you were nothing but just a blood donor. You were just a piece of shit in the eyes of your in-laws and wife. What would you do if you suddenly become rich. Will you accept your wife back? Will you still donate blood for your mother in law who was the verge of death. Join me as we go through the journey with Ethan Willow the once useless son in law.

How far would a father go to save his sons? What lengths would he take? How big a sacrifice would he make just to amend a wrong he committed centuries ago and give his sons a chance at a normal life. The Seventh Son is about a man who cheated on his beloved on their wedding day and centuries later his sons are still paying for his one mistake. But then one day he decided to father a son that would match the curse bestowed on him, A son that his beloved would not dare touch. Would it work and put a stop to a centuries old curse or would it backfire and unleash a worse curse. Follow me on this journey of a lover that cursed her man to suffer for eternity.

“How dare you think you’ll walk in here and win?” Alex told him, his eyes where blood red and Smokey. “I will not let this slide you definitely look like someone that would be an issue with time.” “Urghh!!!” Leonard could barely speak, as he groaned in pain and crawled on the ground. Leonard slid his phone slowly out of his pocket and dialed the first number there… it happened to be Emily. “Hello…” his voice was low and weak. “Hey Leo, what’s up?” “help me!” “What’s wrong?” She asked him. “Arghhhh,” Leonard groaned in so much pain, before the call went silent. Alex had stabbed him through his heart.

Ethan Watson, a pauper, on a quest to finally fit into the elegant family of his wife, Melissa Graham, gets into a ghastly car accident planned by his father-in-law, Mr. Eric Graham. Ethan awakes from an induced coma to the news of being the rightful heir to the Watson conglomerate. Feeling excited, he couldn't wait to tell his wife and her family the good news with the hopes of earning their respect and admiration, only to be welcomed with divorce papers and the news of Melissa getting married to another man, Jason Miller. Enraged and backed up by his newfound wealth, he vows to make all of them pay and regret the day they ever messed with him.

Adrian had planned the perfect anniversary dinner—Vanessa’s favorite dishes, a warm, quiet home, and even time for their daughter, Lily. But as the clock neared midnight, his excitement turned into a hollow silence. Vanessa stumbled in, drunk and careless, not even noticing the effort he had put in. She tossed her purse on the couch, waved him off, and mocked his calls. “Can you stop calling me all the time? I was at a banquet, making connections, actually contributing to this family,” she snapped, her words dripping with contempt. Adrian stayed calm, trying to remind her of the night’s significance. But Vanessa scoffed, mocking the anniversary, humiliating him further. “Everyone asked why I didn’t bring a male companion. I wanted to sink into the floor. Imagine saying, ‘My husband is home babysitting a kid.’ I’d rather say my goldfish ran away!” She continued, bitter and harsh: “If I didn’t get pregnant, I’d never have married you. Lily slows me down, and you… you slow me down the most.” Adrian, silent but composed, finally spoke: “Let’s get a divorce.” Vanessa erupted in rage, smashing the dinner he had prepared, shattering more than just plates. In that moment, Adrian walked away, leaving the chaos behind.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

“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!!!

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun

I struggled on my feet. But my weakness brought me against the ground. He brought out his Claus and shoved it in my rib, making blood gushed out my mouth. I screamed in terror and pain,realizing there was no escape to death. giving up now doesn't mean you are weak sometimes is better to let it go. But my killer shall reap what he sole, which is death. ***** A reincarnated priestess who was killed by a demon in her past life, led her life as a normal girl in the city. But after she remembered the long forgotten memories of her past, she took a dangerous step ahead. But how did she became a Mate to a Demon who was said to be a legend, a man who hated her very existence.

Franklin's poisoned hands touched the wall, and immediately, the snake-like venom with which his hands decorated crawled up the walls. Tightening itself over the blocks, making the little crumbles gather on the forest floor, dying along with everything around it, Franklin watched as his poison worked on the walls. “Stop, this is unlike you. You can always change yourself,” said a voice that Franklin did not acknowledge at first. “You don't know me. I was born for domination and conquering.” He said as though he was trying to convince himself. “You are a giver of life. What gives you the right to think like that?” The female's voice was angry now. She emerged from the trees to stand before him. “I am a feeder of light, nothing more. I will conquer all who thought I was weak,” Franklin said, seething with anger now looking at who it was. “You think you're so bold, follow me and let's find out,” Lily said as she started running the opposite way. She aimed to let him come jolting out of his reverie, and if she tried all, then so be it. With a growling snarl, Franklin stopped forcing the walls to come down and took off after Lily. He had the mission to eliminate her once and for all.