Still In Diapers At 16

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...

Her mother covered her mouth as tears filled her eyes. “This… this cannot be real,” she said. “The specialists told us your nerves were permanently damaged.” Her father approached more slowly, his expression controlled. He looked at Sonia’s legs carefully, then at the crowd gathering around us. “This is unexpected,” he said thoughtfully. “Very unexpected. How did this happen?” Sonia looked slightly overwhelmed by the attention. “I… I don’t know,” she admitted honestly. “I woke up this morning and I could feel my legs again. I stood up, and they supported me.” Gasps erupted around us. “A miracle…” “Did the family secretly hire someone?” I stood beside her the entire time. Yet it was as if I did not exist. Conversations flowed around me, not to me. I was present, but irrelevant. “What a shame,” someone whispered nearby. “Now that she can walk again, she is still tied to that useless man.” “She deserves better than him.” “When she was crippled, he was suitable. Now? Not anymore.” I smiled faintly to myself. When she could not walk, they pitied her and mocked her marriage. Now that she could stand again, they were already calculating her value. Sonia heard the whispers too. I saw her shoulders stiffen slightly, though she tried to maintain her composure.

Arth is a writer who continues to write about the history of the world, and it deals with the story of himself. He continues to tell about it in books that are difficult for ordinary people to understand. From time to time, archaeologists are surprised to see one of the Arth books because it is very precise with the history and findings of archaeologists. Eventually, archaeologists became interested in him, and became interested in the stories that Arth told. But Arth's goal is to find his past lover (Erina). And it turns out that Arth is the last of the people in the world of Darkness Light (the name before the Earth). Arth is the only one still alive because he is the real killer. Arth used to be a God nicknamed The God of magic, but he disobeyed his own people until he turned into a demon. Over time something happens that makes Arth turn human and begin his new life experience until the moment of murder arrives. ************** many prophecies prevented the destruction of the world. however, if fate says so then no one can get out of it. however, the life can be repeated again by searching for its history. ************* "the world will be destroyed by someone who disobeys his own people because he has a purpose". that is the dialogue created by a diviner God (Zabtaruk). and the people who disobeyed his own people were Silvanus, Siestina and Arth. the Gods continued to try to prevent the three oracles with their tactics resulting in a great deal of conflict. however, it was from that conflict that the world of Darkness Light disintegrated.

Since Kyle wanted more information, he was curious as to why Jareth was changing the subject.Consequently, you implied that I can and will use magic.How can you be sure?” "It comes with your title and is in your blood.Despite the fact that it has been suppressed for such a lengthy period of time, it is still present.It is one of the reasons why you must immediately begin training.It will help when you guarantee who you genuinely are.Those who don't know who they are don't like magic. "You talk about it as if it were alive." “It is.Magic is alive and well.Although we can learn to work with it, we will never truly have control over it.We can believe that it is within us and allowed it to direct us.At some point, you will have to say who you really are, and when you do, I imagine you will be a powerful magician. To this, Kyle had no idea what to say.Kyle discovered that he longed for what he had left behind because everything was so strange and new.He thought of many things that would be comforting as they rode on.He envisioned being before the warm fire in Danin and Jane's home.He found that he wanted warm bread and butter that was just made in Jane's kitchen.He recalled Katniss's supple hand and how it felt in his.When she gave him a kiss, he remembered how supple her lips were on his cheek.He nodded off for a split second, felt his eyes close, and almost fell off his horse, he caught himself.

“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!!!

Christian had always been different. From the moment he could remember, he found peace not in crowded classrooms or noisy playgrounds, but in the quiet corners where no one noticed him. His classmates called him “weird,” teachers worried he was too withdrawn, and every attempt at friendship felt like an unbearable weight pressing against his chest. For Christian, solitude wasn’t a punishment it was his safe haven. But growing up came with expectations. After graduation, the real world demanded interaction. His first job placed him in a bustling office, and the anxiety swallowed him whole. Shaking, suffocated, and unable to cope, he walked away from what others called “a dream career.” Just when failure seemed like his only companion, fate stepped in through the most unexpected visitor his cousin. A surprise party, an introduction to a girl, and suddenly, Christian’s life began to shift. The girl didn’t laugh at his fears; instead, she held his trembling hand, taught him digital marketing, and showed him how the world could be navigated online without losing himself. From the comfort of his solitude, Christian’s creativity flourished. What began as small online experiments turned into a groundbreaking app that captured the world’s attention. From a loner who once feared people, he transformed into a billionaire innovator admired by millions—yet still deeply in love with the quietness that shaped him. “A Loner” is a moving story of fear, resilience, love, and the extraordinary power of embracing one’s uniqueness.

What is FEAR to that whose only dream is to die while standing? That is the only dream of a boy who was born in the slums and had to fight his way out just to find himself still at the bottom of the food chain. Arkan, a boy obsessed with the ability to shoot lasers was this person. A dying god had summoned him and in turn of reincarnating him into another world, he would avenge him by hurting and killing all of the other god’s chosen ones who had reincarnated in that world long before him, for he was the perfect person who could do so. A person who could not and does not wish to use mana and possesses a power only fantasied on earth and one that no one had ever been able to produce using magic in that world, the power to produce laser. So starts the journey of Arkan. A journey that no one else could walk and live in order to fulfill his promise, he would have to hunt and face powerful people who not only possessed something powerful on their side, as they could choose to either have a System or an A.I to assist in their journey while he would only have to rely on his intuition. Not only that, but he would have to fight the powers of that world both in the shadows and in the light as many kingdoms fall while the powerful fight and ancient beings start to show themselves again. To make matters worse, by being summoned the way he had been, a divinity that no one would ever want to have was left in his soul, for the one who he has to avenge is the god of misfortune, OIZYS.

For three years, Ethan Reed lived as the perfect servant in his own marriage;the mocked son-in-law, the “useless” orphan, the man the wealthy Thompson family spat on like dirt on their shoes. They made him clean their floors, scrub their dishes, serve their guests, and sit in silence like he didn’t exist.They threw insults, orders, and even money at his face. And Ethan endured it all…not because he was weak,but because he was waiting. Waiting for one message. One signal,one word. BEGIN! The moment it arrived, everything changed. The pain in his bones vanished. His strength surged,his real identity—buried for years rose beneath the humiliation they fed him. But Margaret Thompson, the ruthless matriarch, didn’t know that when she demanded Ethan sign the divorce and “disappear like trash,” she wasn’t removing a stain…she was releasing a storm. Clara, Ethan’s wife;the only one who ever showed him a shred of kindness—watched helplessly as her family crushed the man she secretly still loved.But soon, she will learn who Ethan truly is,because the man they called a servant., laughed at,thought was powerless is about to rise from the ashes they buried him in. When Ethan Reed returns—not as the Thompson family’s son-in-law, but as the man behind an empire,the city will tremble. *** They forced him out of their house. Now they will kneel in his. ​The divorce papers are signed… and the man they mocked is finally unleashed.Three years of humiliation. Three years of being treated like nothing.Now the hidden billionaire rises from the ashes. “She left me broken. Now she’ll watch me rule.”

I hated being locked up like a damsel in distress. Like I was some princess that needed constant protection, but deep down I was grateful. I was still struggling to summon my powers, so if I was attacked alone I would be defenseless. I understood why Valerian wanted me to stay confined within the walls of our home since there was a protection spell suffocating the entire atmosphere that surrounded it. But I was so bored. Valerian was not there to take me out and keep me occupied with his cocky smiles and quirky comments. The only thing I could think to do to pass the time was to take a stroll around the castle grounds. I exited out into the courtyard and walked past the beautiful wooden benches and vibrant trees. Roses of every colour confiscated the grounds and it was like I was walking through a rainbow. My fingertips caressed the petals and I inhaled the sweet scent of their exquisiteness as I walked through the trails. I was so mesmerized by the area that I didn’t realize where I was going. I gasped as I reached for the next rose in my path, and it crumbled from my touch. The rest of the walkway was filled with black and decayed roses that tumbled to the ground like ash from a horrible wildfire. My frightened eyes glared out into the distance as I realized the dead flowers led to a shadowy tunnel made from black brick. A sign barely dangling from a broken chain at the top of the entrance read ‘dungeon.’ My body cringed at the sight. This was the dark side of Valerian that I knew and wanted to avoid as much as possible.

Kamu and Lampa Kingdoms lived to fight all the time. Kamu was a land with no respect for human life and love except, for those with royal blood. Lampa, on the contrary, had a humane King hence was better. After the death of King Guantai of the Kamu Kingdom, the throne was taken over by his cruel son Prince Martin, who was far worse than his father. He challenged King Kang’ethe to take over the rule of Lampa too for its riches and for it having no heir to the throne. He tried but never succeeded until Jasper; a wizard of the first order arrived in the kingdom and warned him of his rule. Later, Prince Martin, now the King, fell in love with a Lampa girl, who happened to be the presumed-dead daughter of King Kang’ethe. She was found by the Kamu warriors in the forest during their patrols searching for an herb for her dying mother. She was accused of trespassing, and was meant to be executed being from the enemy Kingdom. King Martin’s heart was drawn to this girl and did not want her executed. He therefore escaped with her and gave up the throne to his sister, who was also after the power. After King Kang’ethe found out his daughter was still alive and in love with Martin, he passed on his throne to them. His dream had come true and the two Kingdoms found peace. Love became the Silent Weapon that found them peace with no more bloodshed in battle. The two Kingdoms ended up uniting into Kamulampa Kingdom but two territories under the humane rule of; King Martin and his Queen Catherine; King Joseph and his Queen Dorothy.