The kingdoms of Eldoria have known centuries of stillness since Ulrich the Mad—an Elven tyrant twisted by dark magic—was sealed beneath the roots of the world. But when Iyonmana, conduit of the Sun Tree and matriarch of Andradia, receives a vision of his return, the other conduits dismiss it as a fading flame of an old war.

Refusing to stand idle, she sends her two great granddaughters—Idia, a blazing knight with a warrior’s temper, and Uwa, a quiet archer whose water magic runs deeper than it seems—to investigate the growing signs of unrest. Joined by the Moonflower prince Illythand the enigmatic mage Aelar, they must navigate hostile lands, divine politics, and elemental trials to uncover what may be a rising threat… or a fire that never truly died.

But something ancient is stirring.And if they fail, Ulrich will rise again.

In a realm of ancient trees, political courts, and buried gods, two heirs of the Sun Tree must uncover a truth older than their blood.

Destined for the Abyss is a supernatural suspense and drama novel that follows the story of José Atilano Bonillas Rojas, an ordinary man whose life changes radically after an encounter with dark forces. Accompanied by his wife Eliana, José becomes involved in a divine mission that leads them to face far greater evil forces than they ever imagined. As darkness looms over them, love, vengeance, and redemption intertwine in a journey filled with sacrifices and decisions that will test their faith and humanity. A tale that explores internal struggles, destiny, and the clash between light and shadow as the characters navigate an unpredictable and dangerous path.

Author FangTing, Editor LuoYeh, hope you like our story. I didn’t write this. I dreamed it. Every night, I close my eyes, and the story keeps going— chapters I don’t remember writing, characters I’ve never met… but somehow, they know me. Sometimes I wake up with lines already in my head. Sometimes I open the file and there’s a new paragraph, like the story wrote itself while I wasn’t looking. I stopped questioning it around Chapter 12. I think this might be someone else’s memory.Or maybe it’s mine… just from the wrong version of Earth. Anyway. If you're into time loops, lost identities, parallel timelines, or just mildly haunted content: welcome to the weird side. Updates daily, unless the dream skips. ​​​​​​​Not explained, Not entirely conscious

Conflict is regarded by some as a poison that continually lays waste to mortal-kind. By others it is defined as the very life blood- the driving force that makes life evolve. Some may view it as both, essential like water though too much and one will surely pass. And for those whom this story began with, they might certainly argue that they've had far too much to drink.

Many an event has transpired over the course since this world's creation. It has been 17 years since ten came together to tell a tale within the realm of PSony-3 via the Home Lands. It has been 15 years since the start of the Warring States- the fall of kingdoms and the war of businesses, and of course the devastating guild wars of the Demonic Arms and the Cynder Alliance. 11 years since the Terminator Wars which culminated in the end of Home a decade ago. 9 years since the Dark Council and 8 since the Tatara Conflict. 7 since the notorious battle of Order and Chaos, 6 since the Reaper Insurrection alongside the Demon Rebellion. 5 years since the Tatara fell, and 4 since the last tale was told. And here we are, 2025, where the next chapter is about to unfold.

Though it has not been exclusively violence along the war. Many a character arc, many a bonding moment between allies, the formation of families, the games and tales shared between. Those with motivations of grandeur, those with desires of vengeance, those with plans to change the world itself, and those who... want to open a tea shop and sing songs on the beach? WHO WROTE THIS?!

A Fantasy DnD, minus the DnD, plus the writers, plus the community. A world where you can be anyone or anything, where anything is possible. A place for those wandering aimlessly with no insight or direction to what they want.

To you we say... Welcome Home~

World Anvil (Wiki) Link: https://www.worldanvil.com/w/soul-fall-astormsong

My Site (and for the Discord/Facebook Links): https://froststormproductions.com/soul-fall-series/

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[Vol 1 Synopsis]

Though the foundation of the world appears to be one of chaos, there does exist order. For decades, powerful orders have stood atop the world to preserve their fair share of peace and justice. Even as powers threatening their respective worlds raged forward, those under the protection of the Great Powers would not buckle. One such order is that of the Shadow Dominions, one which holds a special place in their heart for the 'lesser' races such as the Demonic. Regardless of their desire to crusade and take more of the demon lands, few powers in history have successfully challenged the full might of the Dominions... though in recent times, tragedy has befallen the order.

With the loss of Shadow Blackheart, head of both it and the Blackheart family- the loss of his cabinet and top leaders to unknown circumstance. With the deaths of several of his heirs, including the infamous Zero Blackheart and the next-in-line Leo Blackheart. With the failed coordination as the juggernaut moves so clumsily to maintain itself without a proper head. With all of it together, the future of the Dominion's hold appears bleak.

Already foreign powers and smaller factions make their plays to take territory and assets from the Dominions, and the protection of peace upheld by the group has all but disappeared as they struggle to hold on. With rivals and far far smaller yet significantly vile powers vying for control, what will befall those caught in the crossfire? The movement of rivals like the Legion of the Stars and the United Dimension Federation, the return of powerful guilds like the Demonic Arms and the Unending Empire, the threats of long-since-silent adversaries to the common people within the Demon Worlds and outside... what the future holds is nothing but uncertainty.

With the power balance disrupted, those who live within the fragile system will have to navigate carefully to avoid their own destruction.

"Hemen karargaha gelmen gerekiyor Kunt." dedi. "Şu an gelemem, acil olan neyse bekleyebilir." karşı taraf onaylamaz bir şekilde "Acil diyorum, daha önemli ne işin olabilir şu an?" Kunt gülümsedi, "Şu an içinde bulunduğum durum her şeyden önemli, bitince gelirim. İletirsin." gülümsemesi halen yüzündeydi, çünkü Alin de gülümsüyordu, hatta elini ağzına götürmüş küçük bir kahkaha atmıştı. Gülüşü ona değildi, biliyordu ama kime olduğunun bir önemi yoktu.Tam telefonu kapatacakken karşı taraf, "Dünya mı yıkılıyor lanet herif, bu kadar önemli olan şey ne?" dedi. Gülümsemesi daha da genişledi, "Tam tersine, dünya benim için yeniden inşa ediliyor!" telefonu tamamen kapatıp oraya bıraktı ve onu izlemeye devam etti...

After losing their father, brothers Noahand Elidecide to live off the grid in a cabin they built themselves. Set deep in the woods and far from the noise of modern life, they just wanted peace and space to breathe. But that peace doesn’t last long.

While Eli heads into town for groceries, Noah stays behind, reading Harry Potter and half-watching the news. That’s when a strange report flashes across the screen—blurry footage of an alligator holding weapons and attacking people in the city. Noah laughs it off, thinking it’s some kind of hoax. A weird internet prank or a fake news story.

Until he gets a disturbing call from Eli.

Now, the brothers are pulled into something far bigger than they ever expected. What was once just a cabin might become the last safe place left… or the first line of defense.

Öncelikle okuduğunuz için teşekkürler. Buraya sadece öylesine zevk aldığım için (okuyacak bir şey bulamadığım için) bu romanı yazıyorum. En kısa sürede finale kadar yazacağım ki üzerinden zaman geçtikten sonra okuyabileyim. İyi okumalar.

ⁱ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʰᵒⁿᵉʸ ᵇᵘⁿⁿʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᵘⁿⁿʸ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ

-ˏˋ 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗗getting used to being the shy, overlooked girl suddenly changes when she is rescued by vasco

⋆｡˚││VASCO X ORIGINAL CHARACTER ⋆｡˚││LIGHT STORYLINE MENTIONING

I got this idea from an assignment I was supposed to submit, but because I forgot I had to come up with something, and so this story came to be

Hope you like it

In the year 2023 in New Zealand, a peaceful family was enjoying their dinner until an earthquake struck, killing the whole entire family. But one favorite games of victims was a game called Abyssal throne, enjoyed by a protagonist who was an average soul. But when he got reincarnated in his favorite game.

The sky was dark, thick with clouds that churned like a brewing storm. The air was heavy, charged with an unseen force that made the very earth tremble. In the distance, the sound of metal clashing together echoed through the mountains, a violent symphony of war playing out across the battlefield.

Flames licked at the edges of the vast forest, turning the once-proud trees into skeletal remains. Smoke curled into the sky, choking the air with the scent of blood and ash. The war raged on, soldiers clashing, spells igniting the land, and battle cries mixing with the screams of the fallen.

Yet amidst the chaos, two warriors stood apart from it all.

One wielded a katana, its edge gleaming with an ethereal glow. His stance was poised, precise—his blue eyes cutting through the smoke, filled with a steely determination. Opposing him, a titan of a man gripped a bardiche, its crimson-streaked blade resting against his shoulder. His red eyes burned with fury, the weight of his convictions pressing down like an unshakable force.

For a fleeting moment, silence settled between them, the world itself seeming to hold its breath.

The warrior with the katana stepped forward, his voice carrying both sorrow and conviction. “We could’ve built the future together…”

The man with the bardiche exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “In the past, I would’ve agreed with you… but now? I don’t think so.” His voice was rough, edged with finality—a severed bond that could never be mended.

No more words.

Only action.

They lunged.

In a flash, their weapons collided in a burst of light and shadow, the force of their clash sending a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. The impact split the ground beneath them, embers swirling in the air like dying stars. Sparks erupted as steel met steel, their strikes relentless—each one carrying the weight of history, of brotherhood, of betrayal.

They moved with inhuman speed, blades singing through the air in a deadly dance. The katana slashed forward in a streak of lightning, the bardiche countering with a crushing force that cracked the stone beneath them. Their battle raged like a storm, an unrelenting clash of thunder and fire, neither willing to yield.

They fought not as mere men, but as forces of nature, warriors whose duel would decide the fate of the world itself.

But this… this is the end of the story.

To understand how the world came to this—how two souls who once walked the same path now sought to end each other—we must go back.

To the beginning.