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Para Aldric, un muchacho marcado por el hambre y una bendición dual que la Iglesia consideraría una abominación, la vida se reduce a la sumisión. Secuestrado por el capricho de la joven reina Ekaterine, quien busca consuelo en la extraña naturaleza de su voz, Aldric es arrojado a una corte hostil donde cada mirada juzga y la etiqueta real es solo otra forma de opresión. Debe aprender a callar, a agachar la cabeza y a ocultar que su garganta alberga el poder de dar la vida... y de arrebatarla. Allí, entre pasillos silenciosos y miradas de reproche, sus pasos se cruzan con los de un príncipe, un alma rota por la tiranía de un Rey que ejecutó a su madre bajo falsos testimonios. Lo que comienza como un choque de resentimientos y mundos opuestos pronto se transforma en una alianza peligrosa. A ambos los une el mismo deseo desesperado: ver al Rey muerto. En un siglo XIX gobernado por el inflexible Orden de una iglesia implacable, el lazo que surge entre el príncipe y el sirviente es un delirio sin nombre que desafía las leyes de los hombres y de sus deidades. Un impulso que se niegan a aceptar, pero del que no pueden escapar. -"Su Alteza debe detenerse. El Sínodo es claro en sus escrituras: las almas que buscan el mismo reflejo están condenadas a la Sombra eterna. No somos más que dos hombres desafiando el Orden del Arquitecto."-La voz de Aldric era ronca, cargando una culpa más pesada que cualquier roca.- -"¿El Orden, dices? El Orden es la mentira con la que mi padre tiñó de sangre el cuello de mi madre en el cadalso." -Una sonrisa amarga y fría se pintó en el rostro de Myron.-"Si el Dios de este reino bendice la crueldad de mi padre, prefiero mil veces la condena de tu Abismo que la pureza de sus altares."

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The novel opens with Elara Vane, known only by her cold precision and her devastating vow to silence the House of Kaelen - the powerful, corrupt dynasty responsible for the execution of her father, Arthur Vane. Her father, an honest city architect, was murdered after exposing Kaelen's financial crimes, his memory silenced by the state. Elara’s quest is driven by the dark irony of the novel’s title, Epiglottis - the biological flap that prevents choking. She aims to ensure the Kaelen name, its legacy, and it's very breath, can never pass into the future. Elara’s methods are not those of a killer, but an architect of ruin. Her strikes are psychological and systemic, designed to preserve the Kaelen shell while poisoning its core. She begins by orchestrating the financial and social collapse of the eldest heir, Cassian, banishing him to ignominy. The second blow is even more tragic: deploying the Aesthetic Despondency Oil (ADO), a neuro-chemical weapon designed by her compromised mentor, Professor Thorne, to turn artistic creation into profound psychological pain for the daughter, Seraphina. Seraphina's resulting public breakdown ensures the loss of a crucial political marriage. As the dynasty begins to crumble, Elara encounters her greatest obstacle and most tragic complication: Commander Joric Tahl, the Head of Kaelen Security. Joric is a man of duty, a 'Shield' forced to serve a corrupt house to maintain life support for his critically ill sister, Elena. In their professional meetings - where Elara wears the mask of "Archivist Veridia" - a profound intellectual and moral connection forms. Joric is hunting a ghost; Elara is the ghost, and their shared despair over the city's corruption binds them in a devastating, impossible attraction. The tragic climax begins when Elara attempts the final, financial strike against Valen Kaelen, only to be blocked by the A-V-LOCK, the impenetrable firewall designed by her own murdered father. This failure forces Elara to abandon her moral code and plan a final, biological attack - the Mnemotic Lapse agent - targeting the youngest, most innocent Kaelen son, Elias, through the city's nutrient supply chain (The Citadel Gardens). The confrontation at the Citadel is the devastating turning point. Joric, having traced the biological threat and realized Elara's identity, arrives with the antidote. He confronts her, not with a weapon, but with a challenge: whether her father's "silent justice" truly extends to the erasure of a child's mind. Elara's resolve breaks, but the compound is accidentally released, contaminating the entire Kaelen food source. In the aftermath, Joric makes his agonizing choice: he cannot save the Kaelen name, but he must save Elena. He spares Elara, extracting a final pact - she must deliver the evidence of Valen Kaelen’s crimes, including the A-V-LOCK key, to ensure the dynasty’s public, total exposure, which would secure a new, honest government that would protect Elena. Elara complies, trading her freedom for the truth. In the epilogue, the Kaelen dynasty is utterly erased. Joric becomes a respected advisor in the new government, ensuring Elena's safety. Elara Vane, the architect of ruin, chooses the required silence, living as a quiet librarian in a distant coastal town. Her vengeance is complete, having restored her father's truth. Her final piece of closure is a new copy of her father’s book, delivered by Joric, bearing the inscription: The Epiglottis protects the breath. The truth sets it free. The silent vengeance leads not to further death, but to a collective breath of freedom for the city.

ON HIATUS In a dying world, therein lies a myth: when you reach the depths of hell, Nirvana will be there. This dream world is the sole salvation for the remnants of life in this barren land, but the myth also dictates that only owls can find their way to this mythical realm. Though long thought to be extinct, owls still exist and live amongst humans, disguising themselves through elaborate illusions. After being reincarnated into an owl in the not so distant future, Wiyot finds himself having no clue as to what is going on. After he hears a voice he finds himself drawn by an intoxicating vibration. Here, Wiyot discovers that owls Calian, Halian, and Takoda have been drawn in by the same vibration. By following the vibration said to be the key to opening the door to their ideal world, the owls set off on a journey across landscapes and crumbling cities to find their legendary promised land. Chapters Released every Sunday and Thursday. This Webnovel is supported by our proud Patrons on Patreon. Look up Night Eagle on Patreon to join us. Join us at the underground literary club for more stories and updates: This web novel was also brought to you by Albris books’ light novel section:

He gave her a gallery, a future, a name — and when she betrayed him, he took it all back without a single word. Glass Reign follows Malik Graves, a brilliant architect whose meticulously designed life collapses after discovering his wife's betrayal — not whispered in back rooms, but flaunted in the gallery he helped her build. Rather than rage, Malik chooses precision. He dismantles their shared empire in silence, one contract at a time, until Serena finds herself locked out of the very world she once ruled. In a world where reputation is currency and power shifts with a whisper, Malik learns that true revenge isn’t loud. It’s cold. And it's permanent. Glass Reign is a story of betrayal, resilience, and the quiet rebuilding of a man who refuses to be shattered.

Eagles high. Go Eagles! It is a pleasure to be granted the singular honor of introducing you all to the protagonists, stars, and top students of this prestigious Academy. Amelia who forever stand as the most beautiful, kind-hearted, and popular eagle in the Academy. Rowan with his violent temper struggles to withhold his place in the Academy while he battles with internal demons. Clarissa has always been there for Amelia. Their journey began as toddlers and she believed it would end with wrinkled skin and a well-spent life until unacceptable feelings began to arise and she found herself desiring her best friend. Craving would be a better word to describe it, and Clair begins to edge closer and closer into desperation, as obsession consumes her whole. Max who has never had a place among the CCP's struggles as the best friend of the most popular one. He has spent his awkward junior year, loving and desiring her in the shadows but senior year comes and he's ready for more, becoming the most sought-after guy in the Academy unfazed him, he only wants her and by God, he would make her want him too. Cleo has never been the lead. Always, she stands behind or she gets shoved away. Bot no more! She is here and she is here to stay. As she navigates her way through the lies, plots, and schemes that make up high school, she uncovers her inner self and begins to find happiness. As you indulge yourself in this thrilling and intriguing tale, I ask of but one request, your support is needed. With it, I can continue to dream and pray that I can truly be a writer. I may not always be on time but I will always deliver. I wish to not keep you long, so without further ado, enjoy the pages read and enjoy it well. With all my love, Rose.

It’s a new Dark Age for the dead. When the Second Inquisition's vampire hunters hacked phone lines and computer networks to expose and destroy vampires all over the world, the elders turned to undead couriers like you. For ten years, you’ve raced across the desert between cities, delivering vital information and supplies. But when an old friend reappears with a plan to disrupt the blood trade across the American Southwest, everything you’ve built starts crashing down. Outrun the Competition. Drive, hide, or fight back! Unleash the powers of your blood in ancient Disciplines to change form, vanish from sight, or dominate the minds of your enemies. Employ blood magic, inhuman strength, and the creatures of the night to escape destruction—or just run your enemies off the road and keep driving.

Ziggy Ziegler is 23 years old, and by every metric that matters to the organization that trained him, he's their best asset — fast, precise, unreadable under pressure. By every metric that matters to him, he's just a guy trying to keep his little sister in college without her ever finding out how the tuition gets paid. He jokes through debriefs. He argues with his handler about payment terms like it's a food delivery app. He's never lost a target. Until a routine contract puts him face to face with a woman who knows something she shouldn't — a name from the night his parents died, a night he was told was random, was never supposed to be personal. She's supposed to be his next kill. Instead, she becomes the first loose thread in a decade of carefully controlled distance. As Ziggy starts pulling that thread, the organization starts noticing the change in him — the hesitation, the missed windows, the calls he's stopped returning on schedule. And the people who raised him to have no weaknesses start looking, very carefully, at the one person he's spent his whole career hiding. His sister. This is a story about a guy who got good at killing so someone he loved could stay ordinary — and what happens when the two halves of his life finally collide.

As I lie in my deathbed, my body wracked with pain, I wondered just what it was that would await me on the other side. A peaceful rest... or something entirely unexpected? Before I knew it, I found myself reincarnated in a world completely foreign to me. In this strange new realm, everything was different - the rules, the societies, the magics - but my shock quickly gave way to wonder at the possibilities this second chance offered me."

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"