Sword

In a world forged by blood and betrayal, legends whisper of the Silver Fang Sutra—a forbidden doctrine that fuses the art of healing with the craft of killing. Once a renowned healer, Azael the War Doctor vowed to save lives, but when medicine failed and empires turned to ash, he took up the blade. Now, he walks the battlefield as both savior and executioner, wielding a power feared by kings and coveted by traitors. But the price of such power is steep. Betrayed by his own, hunted by a ruthless council, and haunted by the ghosts of those he could not save, Azael must carve a path through endless war. Every swing of his sword is precise as a surgeon’s scalpel, every battle a test of his vow: to save the living, he must master the art of death. From burning kingdoms to shadowed conspiracies, from brotherhoods of assassins to empires on the brink, this is the saga of a man who became more than a warrior, more than a healer—he became a legend. “Silver Fang Sutra: The Doctor of War” is a brutal, emotional, and unrelenting epic of loyalty, revenge, and the thin line between a doctor and a destroyer

Rafael De Carlies was merely an ordinary soldier in the eyes of the Hurbret family, someone considered lowly and powerless. No one knew that behind his simple appearance, he was the heir to royal blood and a legendary sword master, possessing dark magical powers capable of subduing the demonic creatures that threatened the kingdom's borders. To fulfill his mentor’s last request, Rafael married Annette Hurbret—a woman who never truly loved him. For three years, Rafael secretly protected the Hurbret family from danger and built their wealth, hoping that one day he could have the family he dreamed of. However, his happiness was shattered when he discovered Annete’s betrayal with a marquess. Annette and her family scorn Rafael as a parasite and mercilessly divorce him. But they were unaware of one thing—the power that Rafael had restrained all this time to protect them. Now, hatred and darkness were Rafael’s loyal companions. As the magical protection he had provided disappeared, demonic creatures returned to destroy the Hurbret family, and Rafael vowed to repay all the betrayals they had inflicted.

Why are some more privileged than others? Why do others have easier lives as compared to others? Why do some people struggle and toil while others have life handed to them on silver platter? Right from the start, Memphis had it rough on Earth. From the death of his parents and siblings, his loneliness and also his eventual death. Life didn't treat him fairly and everyday was war and trouble for him. After his death, Memphis is given a second chance by the goddess Daphne as she had pity for him and his plight back on earth. Thus, Memphis reincarnated, this time not as a loser or nobody but rather as a favoured son of heaven, a true genius and powerful entity with his sword piercing the skies! Talent? I'm a prodigy! Awesomeness? I'm its daddy! Luck? You might as well call me Luck's lover! Join Memphis on his journey then and watch him make the entire multiverse his! Right from the world of Balvan to the ends of the cosmos! Please if you like my book or have any suggestions, you can send me comments or rate me. Thank you.

Rowan Dies in a car accident after stealing an artifact from a cult. He knows nothing about the true meaning of the artifact, but why does a thief care? He just needed money. However, In the underworld, He eccounters a being in hell who makes a deal with him to send him back to the world of the living with a time frame to retrieve the artifact and return it to the cult members for reasons unknown to him. Who wouldn't want to live again? However, when he returns, his partner in crime has sold the artifact for money. Rowan has to find this artifact within the time frame or he dies again. Rowan realizes that now he has shadow powers and somehow he can sense the difference between demons and Humans. He fights several classes of demons to retrieve the artifact but why doesn't he return it to the cult? What was the being hiding from him? A revealed secret makes Rowan team up with Josh, a boy who is obsessed to become a demon and Ajatar, A demon girl with a special ability which Rowan needs. Together, they embark on a journey to an ancient world and attain a sword that could save the human race.

The rain had been falling on Moonveil City since dawn, running in silver threads down the tiled roofs, spilling from gutters into the crooked alleys. The sky was low and iron-grey, heavy enough to press against the tower-tops of the Martial Regulation Bureau. Inside the courtyard of the Moonveil District Arms Hall, Kael Ruan stood in silence, a new-issued badge in his hand. He was twenty-four, too young, too brash, they’d said, yet here he was, sworn as the youngest Arms Keeper in the city’s history. His mentor, Master Renji, watched from the covered steps, eyes narrowed as if weighing more than just the rain. [Silent Oath System Activated] Oath Energy: 0/100 Core Blade Slots: Shadowsteel (Locked), Frostvein (Locked), Dawnpiercer (Locked) Techniques: Oath Cut (Locked), Sword Recall (Locked) The voice cold, ringing inside his skull had woken with his oath to defend the district. It spoke without warmth, without mercy. It offered strength in exchange for vows sworn before witnesses. But the warning was clear: break an oath, and the System would take more than power from him.

I woke up to find myself a weakling vampire with only 10 health points, and the Holy Light Knight Order was right outside to purify me! In my despair, the 【Proficiency System】activated—so long as I live, everything is grindable! To survive, I did anything! While other vampires were hunting maidens, I was slaughtering a hundred thousand rats in the sewer, my 【Bite】skill maxed out, awakening the talent 【Life Drain】! Holy Light burns painfully? I treated myself like the Monkey King's flesh and braved the Holy Light, my 【Holy Light Resistance】maxed out, awakening the talent 【Holy Light Affinity MAX】, and directly took a Holy Light bath in the church! They thought I was an elegant noble, but what I was actually thinking was, "This sword strike will probably only take 0.001% of my health—too risky, I must kill him instantly!" They called me the "Nighttime Scourge" because I targeted only the most heinous scoundrels, after all, the proficiency points from "Sinful Blood" were simply too generous! Years later, the Abyssal Demon God descended, and the gods fell. In the despair of the entire world, I brushed off the dust from my tailcoat and looked at my blood bar that had grown to an uncountable length. "You... can break my defense?"

Ethan is an ordinary college student, majoring in history and leading a quiet, unremarkable life. One day, while walking home from class, he is suddenly engulfed by a mysterious portal and transported to Aetheria, a sprawling fantasy world of magic, monsters, and legendary heroes. Upon arrival, he discovers he has been summoned as a “hero” to aid the realm against an encroaching darkness. However, his magical aptitude is abysmally low, and he fails every basic test and training exercise. The other heroes and villagers quickly label him “the weakest hero”, mocking him as a liability. Desperate and confused, Ethan’s life seems doomed… until a hidden system activates. A mysterious interface appears before him, explaining: > “Your power grows through failure. Each mistake, setback, and defeat will grant you new skills or enhance your existing ones. Your strength is derived not from talent, but from resilience and perseverance.” With this strange rule in place, Ethan begins to experiment. At first, his failures are laughably pathetic: falling off training cliffs, accidentally triggering explosions, or summoning useless monsters. Yet, each failure brings surprising growth: a missed spell suddenly evolves into a devastating magical combo, a botched sword swing awakens latent elemental energy, or a misstep in stealth unlocks precognition. As he slowly accumulates a patchwork of bizarre yet powerful abilities, Ethan’s reputation shifts from the weakest hero to a legendary wildcard, a hero who seems to defy logic and overwhelm enemies in the most unexpected ways.

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?

A thousand years ago, the world was consumed by an apocalyptic catastrophe. A thousand feet tall Sword came from above and setttled on earth. The earth itself twisted under the weight of its power, and from the fallout emerged monstrous creatures born from radiation and chaos it brought. In the centuries that followed, humanity clawed its way back from the brink of extinction. Massive fortress cities now stand as bastions of survival, shielding the remnants of mankind from the horrors that lurk beyond their walls. Over time, a new power system emerged — one that allowed humans to awaken unique abilities at the age of sixteen. Some gained bloodline powers, inheriting ancient strengths. Others awakened elemental affinities, commanding fire, water, or lightning as extensions of their will. But when Aren Hunter faced his awakening ceremony, he awakened… nothing. No bloodline. No element. Instead, something entirely different stirred within him — a mysterious interface that called itself the Creation System. “You can create any technique you desire — as long as you have the points to pay for it.” It also granted him the ability to cultivate any technique placed within its slots. Now, armed with this strange and limitless power, Aren must forge his own path. Will he rise to protect his family and defend humanity against the darkness — or fade away as another forgotten name lost to time? --- System Interface: [Host: Aren Hunter] [Tier: Non-Awakened] [Slot 1: Inactive (0/100)] [Slot 2: Locked] [Slot 3: Locked] [Slot 4: Locked] [Slot 5: Locked] [Points: 0]

"Kill them all...Burn it down..." Those are the words I heard echoing in my head ever since the day I woke up in Lorelei. The voice sounds familiar. I've heard it before. But would it be crazy if I said it sounded like me? Would it be crazy...if I said i remembered dying? Utterly rediculous. To repeat the same thing over and over, expecting a different result while changing absolutely nothing. I was the son of a Duke and a commoner in a foreign land. Through pain and suffering, I somehow managed to marry a beautiful Princess of that land. You know...after my father got eaten by a dragon. And after being locked in a dungeon and tortured by her insane sister... But none of that matters now. Because my world lies in ruins. Everyone I've ever known is dead. All except my beloved, who stands to protect me with her shield. But I don't mean to say that things have been destroyed... What I mean, is much simpler. Avernia is gone. Gone forever. Lost to the plague I called 'The Black Ooze'. But I'll avenge it. I'll kill the one responsibke for massacring my family and destroying my world. They'll regret having made an enemy out of me. Because the sword I wield is called Vengeance. The Overseer sword. The Omni-Weapon. No matter the cost...I will have vengeance. I'll kill them all. I'll burn everything down. Author's note: I sincerely hope you enjoy my work, but keep in mind that I am my own editor and I don't see everything. there might still be a few errors. Sorry! This is an original work.