deception

The story begins on the eve of the World War. By this time, Klein has already ascended to Demi-godhood, while the other members of the Tarot Club have reached the ranks of Mid-Sequence Beyonders. To speed up the digestion of his 'Lunatic' potion, the protagonist plans to kidnap Backlund's most dazzling gem, Audrey Hall. This sets off a series of encounters and entanglements with the members of the Tarot Club... Additional tags: #Slow_Paced, #World-Building, #Supernatural, #gods, #demigods, #angels, #demons, #monsters... ~~~ Disclaimer: This is a TRANSLATION. All credit belongs to the rightful Author. I also don't own the cover Image, nor do I own the LOTM franchise... ... Warning: I, the self-appointed translator/editor of this book, have zero knowledge of COI, and I have no intention of reading it. All the info I will use here comes from the LOTM wiki. Also, please read the "Author's Note" chapter before even attempting to read this book, otherwise, if anyone encounters something they were WARNED about in latter chapters and still complains about it... I hope my fellow readers help me cuss out such an individual. This humble translator thinks that is a very reasonable development... ~~~ Credits:- - Author: 火煬 - OG Title: 诡秘：绝世塔罗

In a world where the chosen bear Divine Scars glowing outlines channeling infinite power leaked by Singular Beings humans forge abilities from that endless divine energy. One outline: Lightlinger. Two: Lightrozer. Their strength is bound to one or two domains, dictated by which Divine's energy flows through their scar. However, some only have an outline, with no scar. But the world is never fair. Those not chosen, driven by envy, turn to a darker path. They become Darkens killing and absorbing finite souls through cursed artifacts called Ghost Vaults. Unlike the limited Lights, Darkens craft unpredictable, often fatal abilities from stolen life essence. Souls are finite, and the hunt never ends. The vastness of existence holds boredom in some corners… and alongside it, curiosity guiding everything. Age of Layers dives into the hearts of broken souls where guilt never fades, promises warp lives, and fragile bonds are the only defiance against an indifferent cosmos. It asks one question: What are humans? What to expect : Multiple shifting POVs and perspectives (the story moves fluidly between characters in a mosaic style) Slow-burn psychological dark fantasy focused on human nature, lies, trauma, and coping mechanisms Complex, flawed characters with deep inner contradictions and realistic emotional struggles Themes of indifference, rewritten reality, and “what are humans?” under pressure Non-linear mosaic storytelling with frequent scene shifts, flashbacks, and quiet horror Gradual escalation from intimate family drama and personal fractures to larger cosmic events No traditional heroes or fast power fantasy — the real conflict is internal and systemic Discord: https://discord.gg/3jUR673eXW

Seventeen-year-old Kael Veyrith awakens in a world of magic, noble bloodlines, and deadly beasts—reborn not by chance, but by fate. Gifted with a mysterious system and the dormant power of his bloodline, Kael inherits a strength that could surpass even the most legendary warriors. As he navigates a realm ruled by powerful families and haunted by monsters of unimaginable ferocity, Kael uncovers the legacy of his ancestors and the secrets of his own bloodline. Every battle, every encounter, tests not just his skill, but his will to survive and grow stronger. Yet beyond the mortal realm lurk the seven Abyssal Kings, rulers of shadowed domains who will stop at nothing to reclaim what they have lost. To survive, Kael must awaken his latent power, master his system, and outmaneuver rivals who seek to destroy him. In a world where strength decides fate, Kael’s journey to uncover the truth behind the Seven Thrones has only just begun.

They called him an angel. They are right. But angels aren't always kind. He was offered divine grace, shown a mother's love, and given a second chance. He weaponized the first, murdered the second, and is wasting the third. Some souls are not worth saving. And this is a chronicle of one.

As the High Priestess of the Grand Lÿkøn Sacred Region, cleansing demons is routine — sacred duty, unquestioned law. Seraphine has never faltered. Until one day, something about a single demon makes her pause. It does not rage like the others. It does not bare its teeth at the light. Instead, it watches — and that quiet defiance unsettles her more than violence ever could. Taking a demon into her care is unheard of. Dangerous. Heretical. Yet for the first time in her life, Seraphine begins to question what she has always been told. Why are demons cleansed without mercy? Who decided they were beyond saving? And why does this one feel… different? As doubt creeps into the foundation of her faith, the sacred walls of the Grand Lÿkøn Sacred Region begin to feel less like sanctuary and more like something carefully constructed. In a city where holiness is never questioned and heroes shine without flaw, Seraphine begins to understand a dangerous truth: Perfection is convincing — until you look closely. And sometimes, the most terrifying question is not whether something is a sin… …but who decides what sin is.

In the early 1900s, before the world learned how quickly it could fracture, a murder occurred that seemed, at first glance, almost… convenient. It happened in a quiet European city—orderly, dignified, wrapped in tradition like a well-tailored coat. The victim was not just a man, but a figure of influence. Wealthy. Connected. The kind of person whose death doesn’t stay private for long. There were suspects almost immediately. Caught and arrested just the way he wanted . By He I mean the real Villain

MANDATE OF ASH The Self is Architecture. Power is the Blueprint. Ruin is the Raw Material. In a world governed by the Shattered Mandates ten thousand fragments of divine law that grant absolute authority over reality power is not earned; it is seized, refined, and consumed. The great Hegemons rule through the Mandates of Iron and Thirst, building empires upon the bones of the weak. To most, the Mandate of Ash is a joke a gutter tier power ruling only over that which has already been destroyed. Yeon Sol knows better. A merchant’s son who stood motionless while his world was liquidated by a cultivator's stray strike, Sol emerged from the slaughter with a terrifying realization: Identity is a technique. While others refine their flesh or cultivate their breath, Sol engineers his soul. Born with thin meridians and zero martial talent, he rejects the destiny of the weak. Instead, he treats his own psychology as a construction site. Through his forbidden Mask Technique, he builds and discards thirty four distinct personalities The Merchant, The Killer, The Sage each a specialized tool for manipulation and survival. As Sol infiltrates the world's most lethal sects and triggers a continental war between the Iron Orthodoxy and the Cerulean Court, the architecture begins to crack. To reach the Ninth Realm and claim the Celestial Throne, he must reunite the Mandate of Ash with its lost half: the Mandate of the Seed. To build a perfect world, Sol must first demolish the old one and himself. He isn't fighting for revenge, or even for immortality. He is fighting to become an architect of reality itself, designing a universe where talent and luck are replaced by cold, hard efficiency. He will betray those who trust him. He will metabolize the deaths of millions. And he will face the ultimate question of the Cycle: If you strip away every mask and demolish every wall, is there a human left inside the ruins or only a throne waiting for a god? Core Features A Logical, Ruthless Protagonist: Inspired by the philosophical depth of Reverend Insanity, Sol operates on the First Principle: Positioning beats power. Unique Power System: Five Pillars of Practice (Body, Breath, Mind, Soul, and Mandate) and the hunt for the 10,000 fragments of Divine Law. Psychological Horror Action: The Mask Technique explores the terrifying cost of shedding one's humanity to achieve objective perfection. High Stakes Cultivation: Watch a talentless underdog outmaneuver geniuses by treating martial arts as structural engineering. "A man is not born. A man is built. And I am the architect of my own divinity."

Foster Ambrose is a lie. He is a ghost wearing a dead man's skin, a policeman juggling a consultant's life, and the only soul in a gaslit, anachronistic city who remembers he wasn't supposed to exist. His only clues to his three violent deaths are a blood-stained notebook and a cheap compass that points towards the impossible. With a club of individuals from different walks of life, Foster battles entities that can conceal entire city blocks from memory, reshape reality, cause impossible catastrophe, and killers who wield words as weapons. But this is only the beginning. As the barrier between worlds thins, Foster's three deaths mark him as a key player in a game played by deities. To protect his brother and the city he now calls home, this lonely saviour must ascend from a pawn to power, and decide whether to build a bastion for the light, or become a god in his own right. The gate is not a door. The book is not a shield. The heart is the key. And he is the Lonely Saviour who must turn it.

When the heavens split, Xeris Vaeth is torn from his world and cast into another – one ruled by cultivation, strength, and the tyranny of righteousness. In this world, power defines truth and morality bends to survival. To most, cultivation is the path to greatness. To Xeris, it is a system to be understood… and surpassed. Creatures of essence and will, Myr embody the laws of this world – tools of power, and the proof of one’s worth. Cold, calculating, and unbound by virtue, Xeris seeks no glory, no god, and no moral justification. He seeks permanence. For what value has effort if it fades? What meaning has life if it must end? Power is truth. Understanding is freedom. Eternal Nihilism – the story of a man who pursues immortality not to escape death, but to give meaning to life itself.

Cael has one ability and one rule: read the sin branded on every person's skin, and use it against them. It's kept him alive, free, and one step ahead of the Church that wants him caged. Until a knight with no brand walks into his carefully controlled life, dragging a murder investigation and a conspiracy that reaches into the empire's rotten core. Now Cael has a choice: run, or burn the whole corrupt empire down from the inside. He's always been better at burning things.

Inconveniences of today in dark stories. Warnings before reading: These stories contains self-harm, drugs, and murder. I don't condone anything in these stories that relate to what's previously mentioned. This is not for kids under 13. Art and writing all belong to the author, M5Tigerman (Rose Queerthorn/Steven Ross). Official narration is on their Instagram Inspired by Revelator, written by Chris Dunne.

WARNING: The actions and thoughts in this novel are purely fictional and must never be imitated. Violence, cruelty, and other harmful acts are not endorsed nor are they justified in any way. Wu Zhe had lived two lives. One as a mortal on Earth, the other as the unrivaled strongest of Yunluo. Feared by all, the realms united to end him. Alone, he faced the collective might of the realms, and in the end of it all, he perished. But death was not his end. Reborn again in another world, he rises, using any and all tactics, committing the vilest of acts as he once more slaughters his way to heaven.

‘The Era of Babel has fallen. With it, comes the advent of a new calendar, marking the rise of a new world.’ Or so many believed, yet even after the Eastern Continental Crisis, where the continent fought together against one in twelve years of conflict, something continues to stir underneath the ashes. Three years after the fall of Ganzir, followed shortly by the detonation of Babel, the Eastern Continent breathes through the smoke of its own victory, blinded by the flags they fly. The Decade War ended with crumbling cheers, the Afterwar with silenced dissatisfaction. Beneath the façade of words and beliefs, whispers spread of machines that still guard their dead city and of voices speaking through the static; assimilated, revitalised, corrupted. When a brief power blackout ripples along the Varkos Coalition’s eastern sectors, the whispers seemed to have spoke true.

In the year 2030, the vtuber going by the alias of Mozzikito has accumulated over 1 million subscribers, capturing the hearts of countless viewers and with such fame, it was inevitable that some of those viewers wouldn't be right in the head. This is the story of one such viewer named Blake reincarnating in a world controlled by gods and magic. His intense obsession and zeloutry towards Mozzikito, combined with his foreign soul, gives birth to an extraordinary ability called [Blood Sacrifice]. With enough accumulated blood, he could ascend a simple peasant to the level of a saint, create an artifact to seal a god, or even create an ability not following the rules of the universe. After using his ability consciously for the first time, he soon realises that there is only one thing that he wants to achieve in life. To do everything in his power to summon Mozz into this world and turn her into a real goddess, in the meantime he would spread her name throughout the universe. The only problem is that while he might be a bastard with almost no morals, who wouldn't blink an eye at galactic genocide, he venerated Mozz too much and did not want to make her disappointed or have her hate him by causing senseless slaughter. Instead of a path filled with destruction and death, he tries to make the universe a better place so that Mozz would be proud of him... Or at least what he thinks would make her proud. (Extra tags: delusional mc, no romance, no smut, gory battles, religion building, manipulative mc, high fantasy) (updates will be irregular) (check out Mozzikito on YouTube! She is awesome and funny!) (Disclaimer: i am not as insane or obsessed with Mozzi as Blake)

In a world where the living constellations grant power to mortals, your Rank determines your worth and your Bane defines your life. Caelum, a boy born without a star sign, is marked as a Null, destined for obscurity. But when his Convergence shatters the evaluation stone, he is revealed as a Nova, a rank unseen in a century, and inheritor of the extinct Ursa Star Thread, the original bloodline that once bound the heavens to humanity. Hunted by noble clans who fear his power, by a shadowy government that wants to control him, and by a nihilistic cult that would use him to shatter the sky, Caelum must conceal his true Rank, master his devastating Bane, and navigate a world where the highest powers are forbidden from interfering yet are the ones pulling every string. His only weapons are his wits, a crew of outcasts, and a strange heirloom that seems to bend fate toward impossible encounters.

Dlamini Zithulele (Dla) left his coastal town at twenty with nothing but a promise and the kind of hunger that makes people say yes to the wrong things. But johannesburg had a different kind of hunger. Velvet & Ash is the story of a boy from the coast who went looking for a way out, and found something far more complicated than freedom.

The Dushku Law Firm never loses. Not because they’re right— but because they decide who wins. When their heir dies, a replacement takes his place. Aiyan Trinchera. A man no one noticed. Now wearing a name that was never his. He wins cases. Frees monsters. Controls outcomes. But behind every victory— he plays a second game. And this time— no one walks away.

I did not know when it started. Maybe it was the night of the party. Maybe it was the way she looked at me. Or maybe it was something deeper, something already inside me, waiting. Skyling College was supposed to be simple. Study hard, write stories, build a future. That was the plan. But plans do not survive temptation, and I was never good at resisting it. There were girls. Beautiful, dangerous girls. Veronica gave me love, but it came with pressure. Triana gave me peace, but I broke her trust. And Ms Gunday, she was something I was never supposed to touch. One mistake turned into many. Secrets began to grow. Lies became easier to tell. And before I knew it, I was living a life I could not control. But that was not the worst part. Something inside me was changing. A strange pull. A quiet hunger. A force I could not understand. It followed me in my thoughts, in my dreams, in the way my body reacted to things I should have feared. I thought I was just a boy making bad choices. I was wrong. Because in a world where desire and darkness walk together, some blood is not normal. Some blood, awakens. And mine had already begun. Copyright © 2020 by Wellington Oliver Revised Edition © 2026 by Wellington Oliver All rights reserved.

Aurelia Academy stands at the center of magical education, where gifted students learn to control mana, battle corrupted beasts, and prepare for a world that grows more dangerous every year. Nav enters the academy like any other student—quiet, observant, and seemingly ordinary. But Aurelia hides more than knowledge. Somewhere beyond the academy’s walls, a masked figure known only as Lucent Shade has become both a legend and a problem. He appears without warning, destroys mana beasts that even trained mages struggle to defeat, and disappears before anyone can question him. To the public, he is a reckless vigilante. To the academy, he is an embarrassment. When a sudden breach unleashes mana beasts directly inside Aurelia’s grounds, Lucent Shade intervenes before the academy’s forces can respond. But the battle doesn’t end the way anyone expects. For the first time, the vigilante falters. His mask cracks. And one of the academy’s most perceptive students—Avelyn Rae, a researcher with a sharp mind and a hidden laboratory—quietly collects the broken fragment. What begins as a simple investigation quickly becomes something far stranger. The mask reveals impossible biological traces. Nav’s presence seems to intersect with every unexplained event. And Professor Sael Ardyn, a man whose eccentric behavior hides something far more dangerous, seems to know more than he should. As secrets unravel and unseen forces begin moving in the shadows, the truth becomes clear: Lucent Shade was never the biggest mystery at Aurelia Academy. He was only the beginning.

War, war never changed. Everyone has a story, some left untold, some good some bad, some more terrible then others. This tho, is Yuki’s story. A story about a kid, teen, 18 years old, losing everything he ever known, a story left untold, a past he never told, following him, as the place he lives falls in ruins, and he has to survive, to hopefully help some if he can, or do his part.Once a normal student about to graduate, now a war survivor, refugee. A story for the broken, story for those left untold. A story in honor of just those that survived, but even those that never had the chance, to those who didn’t survive. Those whose story never told. For one reason or another. I am not the best writer, I am not always good with words, but after everything I’ve seen, things I read, things I’ve heard. While not one of war, i am one of those that feel. There are people out there who never spoke on what happened, those who couldn’t speak, and those who may have been forgotten by some. Nation, race, gender, religion, no matter what it is, this story is for the lost, the broken, and the brave. Follow me, as I tell Yuki’s story, meant to honor those who may have not been able to be honored to those that deserve and need it. Thank you, to both vets who fought, those who keep us alive, those who help us survive. Doesnt matter if you are of war or of a hero who saves those caught in fires or otherwise. This is to all of you. Every single one. Let me write you guys a story that you wil love and one you will be happy was shared. Thank you. Salute to you all. Just don’t expect me be one hundred percent accurate right of bat, instead except me to fail in some things, and correct me. I take criticism and advice, just don’t be a rude. And I can not say this enough, Thank you, to those lost, those broken, and those that are brave.