Warrior Cat Lemons

He was called Weaveless, the boy without magic… Kael Merren is a walking mistake at Ardentum Academy: a scholarship fluke with no relic, no lineage, and no spark. Bullied and mocked by nobles, he’s the powerless orphan no one expects to last—until a cruel prank leads him to the Forbidden Ruins, where an ancient relic binds to him and awakens a magic not granted by birth, but earned. As a forgotten prophecy stirs and a rising cult seeks to free the Hollow King, a dark sorcerer sealed centuries ago, Kael becomes their target. Feared by those who once scorned him, he must embrace the power he was never meant to have and become what the realm never expected: a warrior forged by will, not blood. Magic didn’t choose him. He claimed it, and with it, he’ll challenge everything.

Betrayed. Poisoned. Forgotten. Kael Aric, once the brilliant crown prince, dies at the hands of those he trusted most. But fate grants him a second chance reborn as the Tyrant’s Heir, with the memories of his past life burning like fire in his veins. This time, there will be no mercy. With a system that allows him to cultivate, level up, and unlock golden finger powers, Kael vows to rise from the ashes. Every scheming courtier, every backstabbing noble, and every traitor who once mocked him will face his revenge. From a weak, overlooked heir to a ruthless warrior prince, he will crush his enemies with cold precision, turning humiliation into face-slapping victories. Yet behind his sharp blade lies a secret: the true enemy is not only within the palace walls, but lurking in the shadows of the empire itself. Will Kael use his rebirth to seize the throne, rewrite destiny, and build a kingdom stronger than ever before? Or will the chains of betrayal tighten once more around his neck?

The kingdom of Arvendral has fallen in a single night of fire and betrayal. The royal banners burn, the people scatter, and the once-proud throne is drowned in shadows. Amid the chaos, a young warrior discovers the Blade of Kings—a weapon whispered to carry the soul of every ruler who ever wielded it. But the blade is not a gift. It is a curse. With each swing, it feeds on his spirit, binding his fate to a destiny he does not understand. To survive, he must choose: embrace the weapon’s dark hunger, or risk watching the last fragments of his world vanish forever. Allies may be traitors, enemies may hold the truth, and every choice cuts deeper than steel. With war rising on every horizon, he carries the weight of a broken kingdom—and the knowledge that even heroes can become monsters. The battle is not for victory. It is for the soul of the fallen kingdom.