Tragedy

Living an unfulfilling life and dying a tragic death, Alph Quint is transmigrated into a world filled with magic and wonder. However unlike what he had always believed, transmigration turned out to be a free ticket to tragedy as one peril after another fell on him, sometimes making him loose the very will to go on. Will Alph crumble and break from the pressure of being a main character or will he rise from the ashes like a phoenix and create a tale so epic that it shakes the heart of those who read it? [Author's Note] Hello, I would like to thank all those who clicked my novel, thank you, and I hope that you will enjoy the ride as Alph Quint and I myself evolve through the course of the story to hopefully carve out a masterpiece. I'm not a native English speaker and my writing skills might not be top class, but I promise that both my writings skills and the story itself will only get better as we progress.

When their only method of divorce is to frame him. A technique used to completely sabotage and ruin his image. With the belief that his life has reached it’s abrupt end. But they do not understand who they truly have wronged. He has returned for a single purpose. To spite them all Who is he? What is he? Those are the mysteries that haven’t been truly answered. To many he is a lowly trash who tried to steal from his ex wife’s company. But to the top one percent of the world. He’s the Young Master!

.... "Master?".... “Of course. It's because you haven't activated your powers yet. I've been waiting for you! You are the reason I am in jail and now, it's fulfilled” He almost screamed in excitement and brought out a dragon-like ring which almost frightened the fragile Reed because it seemed rusty, dirty and old. “It's all yours. Master of the 365th province of the imperial world!” ***** In a world where the rich oppressed the poor, he was tormented! Humiliated! Confined! Now, he is set free! He is back! Those who opposed and oppressed him would be repaid one million times worse! It starts from now!

"If he cannot survive in this Realm and ascend to the Higher Realms, then he is not worthy of being my son!” *** Xiao Tian, the child abandoned by his own parents. He once lived a happy life as the crown prince of the Wang Kingdom. But a great tragedy struck his family—his beloved uncle staged a coup, killing his mother, father, and all those loyal to them. However, the death of his parents was a lie. It was merely a scheme—to leave him behind in the Tianwu Realm, the lowest realm in the Universe. Alone, he rose. Step by step, he walked a path filled with hardship. When he discovered that his parents were still alive, anger filled his heart. But it was not blind rage—it became the fire that forged his resolve to become stronger. With unwavering spirit, he climbed from the lowest realm, ascending through each realm—until he surpassed even his father and became the ruler of the entire Universe! “I, Xiao Tian, swear to overturn this injustice. I will reach immortality and create true peace—so that no one will ever be oppressed again across the Universe. Strength shall no longer be the only measure of justice. And if strength is the key—then I shall become the strongest and be the one who defines justice for all of existence!”

“Welcome, Young Master. This fortune is all yours.” __________ Zade was considered nothing but a trash bag, always humiliated and harassed. His poor status led to so much abuse from his wife and in-laws. But soon, his life changed when the truth about his background was revealed. Read the captivating tale of Zade Smith or Zade Cavendish.

Paul, a boy addicted to video games, was bored because he had finished all his games. After school he went to the store and started looking at them all. Until he found one that caught his attention. It had the particular name of Obelisk. The store manager didn't want to sell it, so in an oversight he changed the CD's and tricked the man into buying it. He is transported to another world where he must assume the role that the game gave him, which is not very good, because he has an almost miserable life. Due to his eagerness to level up he is punished and loses four of his five lives and is almost on the verge of death, because if he dies again, he can not return to the human world, he meets other players who help him but he discovers that the game is not easy to finish because it is a dark fantasy and anything can happen.

Death, as the guide of all the souls leaving the physical world, takes the form of a human to speak with them. He has been wandering for a very long time that he, himself, doesn't know about his own existence. Ferrying billions of souls of humankind to the other side has been his job in a forever state that he can't escape. He considers himself a mere bystander, a storyteller—seeing histories unfold before his eyes, witnessing eras and wars end, watching humankind thriving. Endowed with a power of bringing deaths to humans upon touching them, he constantly seeks the feeling of physical human touch. Not until he meets Fivrelle, an immortal lady who desires death. The world is continuously evolving and growing. But to what extent? No matter what the world has become, Death will always be there, waiting.

For centuries, the Free Kingdoms of the North stood unbroken beneath the bat-crested banner of House Von Caerstein. But peace shattered the night the enemy kingdoms unleashed a forbidden horror, the Malcor, a vampiric beast born of ancient sorcery. When the Malcor slaughters King Hadrian and his Hungarian-born queen, Isolde of House Zalvári, the realm is thrust into chaos. At the height of the invasion, the four royal brothers, Cassian, Edric, Darius, and Aurelius rode into battle to defend their homeland. Victory comes with staggering loss, and though the Malcor is driven away, only Aurelius discovers the truth of how to wield their family's sacred crest against the creature. Threatened by the revelation that Aurelius may be the rightful king, the brothers conspire in darkness. They use his beloved, Betrothed Maria, as vengeance to claim the crown. but the plan spirals into tragedy when Maria is brutally killed by the Malcor. Consumed by grief and vengeance, Aurelius hunts the beast alone and slays it, but not before he is bitten and cursed by its dying fang. Aurelius returns to the castle forever changed no longer human, but the first of a new breed of vampire. Driven by betrayal, rage, and the Malcor’s corruption burning in his blood, he unleashes a massacre within the castle walls, wiping out his brothers and every living soul who once called him kin. Now, atop the Carpathian Mountains, the ancient fortress stands drenched in the ghosts of its past ruled by a king who was made, not born. A king forged from love, loss, and bloodshed. A king whose legend will echo through the ages. Thus begins the rise of Aurelius the 1st the last prince of Caerstein, and the first vampire of the North.

If you had to describe a person with a hard life, who would it be? Someone who experienced a horrible tragedy? Someone who tries his best but is still treated like trash? Nathaniel was such a person and despite his life full of unfortune he always gave it all. His hard work finally paid off as he managed to enter one of the best schools in his country but as he was about to graduate another tragedy struck down his dreams. “Is my life a joke? Maybe I should have a laugh as well”. Follow Nathaniel on his path of madness and destruction.

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.