Throne Of Magical Arcana

Kelechi thinks he is just a normal guy cleaning up magical messes in Lagos. But when his hidden underground vault gets broken into, his whole world shatters. His twin sister crashes through the ceiling with a glowing weapon, and a strange boy with Kelechi's exact face appears from the dark. Kelechi has to figure out the truth before his secret past destroys everything.

A crown of ash. A throne of blood. When the merciless Overlord Malakor butchered his father and shattered his clan, he thought he had extinguished the royal line. He was wrong. Fueled by a decade of burning rage, Prince Ragnar returns from exile to the brutal northern wastes. He has no crown, no mercy, and no kingdom. All he commands are the 300 fiercest, most bloodthirsty barbarian warriors ever to walk the earth. As Ragnar carves a trail of carnage toward Malakor’s fortress, a deeper agony haunts his steps: the ghost of his younger brother, ripped away during the slaughter. Is the boy rotting in an unmarked grave, or breathing as a captive? Ragnar will tear the realm apart to find the truth and paint the snow crimson. He isn't marching to reclaim a throne; he's marching to erase an empire.

When King Alden is murdered on his own throne, the royal court fractures overnight. Prince Elias inherits not just a crown, but a nest of enemies: his uncle Alaric moving soldiers in the shadows, nobles who trade loyalty for coin, and spies who turn every whisper into a weapon. Elias is young, untested, and torn between justice and survival. To protect the realm, he must learn faster than his enemies expect—burning illegal armories, unmasking traitors inside the council, and wielding deception as keenly as steel. But every victory costs him: friends, innocence, even mercy. “Trust no shadow,” his father warned—and in this game, even his closest adviser carries secrets that could shatter him. If Elias cannot master the game of knives played around his table, the city will bleed, the throne will fall, and the crown will be shattered forever.

In a world where Superheroes and Villains shape destiny, Arome Idu stands out- but not for his power. Born a prince, he is the only member of his royal bloodline to lack the fabled Star Lion ability, a gift that secures both throne and legacy. stripped of his birthright, Arome becomes a weapon for his kingdom, serving as a killer and child soldier. Haunted by a past of bloodshed, he abandons his homeland to forge a new path overseas, determined to outshine the cousin who claimed his throne, by managing the rise of a hero greater than any before. But fate has other plans. On the day of his pivotal interview, two A-Ranked Villians Attacked, leaving Arome dead. Yet death is not the end, but the spark of something greater! (You Have Unlocked Your Power: Total Cellular Regeneration and Awakened The Superhero Manager System!)

Kaizareth Vorn thought he had acquired the ultimate cheat system to climb the ranks of a brutal world. He was wrong. The system is not a program, but an ancient, trapped god seeking to reclaim its throne—using Kaizareth's body as its vessel.

Alden Vance, a brutal cage fighter from Earth, found himself violently dragged into Eos-Vaelhart—an ancient, magical realm where humanity is despised as the lowest of races, bound in the shackles of slavery for the sin of being born without a mana core. Thrown into the lethal depths of the Abyssal Chasm to rot and be forgotten, Alden instead uncovered a terrifying anomaly: Earth-human biology reacts in an extreme, unnatural way to the raw Aetherium energy saturating the world. Instead of casting spells like the arrogant mages of Eos-Vaelhart, every single cell in Alden’s body ravenously devoured the raw Aetherium. The magical energy forced his physical form to undergo a brutal evolution, breaking past biological limitations without end. Without uttering a single incantation, Alden crawled back from the jaws of death wielding a raw, devastating physical might—sheer brute force capable of shattering reality and snapping the absolute laws of magic. Now, with fists ready to crush destiny itself, he swore to tear down the tyrannical hegemony of the Sovereign Concord, unite the broken remnants of oppressed humanity, and prove to the entire universe why humans are the true apex predators.

“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!!!

Ren Kazama died the way most people do in this kind of story, badly and without warning. Twenty-six years old, three energy drinks deep into an all-nighter, he was crossing the street outside his office at 2 AM when a delivery truck ran the red light. He didn’t even feel it. One second he was checking his phone for a client email, the next he was staring at his own crushed umbrella from somewhere above his body. No tunnel of light. No smiling goddess offering him a wish. Just darkness, then cold, then the sensation of something ancient and starving wrapping itself around whatever was left of his soul. When Ren opened his eyes again, he wasn’t looking at a hospital ceiling. He was looking at a throne room built from black stone and bone, lit by torches that burned violet instead of orange. A mirror stood in front of him, and the thing staring back wasn’t human. Red eyes. Skin like ash over embers. A voice, older than the walls around him, echoed in his skull: “The seal has broken. The throne is empty. You will do.” That was it. No explanation, no tutorial, no system window blinking helpfully into existence. Just a title dropped onto him like a curse. Demon King. Ren stared at the throne room full of demons who were already kneeling to him out of terror rather than loyalty, and had exactly one thought. Now what?

Snow Sky Dog, a half-god, half-youkai being, was born from a wolf-shaped rock on the snowy mountain and a magical artifact known as the Hammer of Eternity. He was taken as a disciple by the Progenitor of the Gods. However, he became entangled in a love affair with a human girl, which caused turmoil in his life. Challenges continuously arose, bringing him suffering and near exhaustion. Will their love be able to withstand these immense trials? Can they live happily together forever?

In the Empire of Solara, magic is biology. You are either born with a "Core," or you are "Dross"—worthless commoners used as disposable labor. But Drogo Vance is worse than Dross; he is a "Null." His body acts as a magical void, a condition that makes him a pariah, useful only as a living sponge to absorb toxic magical waste for the highborn. Drogo endures the agonizing poison of the nobility’s excess magic for one reason: to buy medicine for his dying mother and shield his gifted younger sister, Elara, from the Academy’s predatory recruitment. But when an arrogant Duke’s son uses Drogo for target practice and pushes him into the Chasm of Forgotten Gods—a pit where raw magic goes to die—Drogo does not perish. In the crushing dark, his Null physiology resonates with an ancient, sealed entity. [System Initialization: The Abyssal Archive Awakened.] [Host Attribute 'Null' detected. Conversion: Infinite Capacity.] [Legacy Unlocked: The God of Entropy.] Drogo returns not as a mage who borrows power, but as a predator who devours it. He can strip a Grand Wizard of their magic with a touch and turn their own spells into dust. The "Good Commoner" died in the pit. The "God-Slayer" has risen, and he is very, very hungry.