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In 2018, at the height of the digital age, humanity believed it had conquered the world. Data replaced faith. Science promised answers to everything. Governments believed they controlled the future. Then, that which should never have returned answered. The collapse did not come in silence—it was broadcast, debated, and denied until it could no longer be ignored. Institutions crumbled, leaders fell, and the world, fractured by ambition, was divided. From the chaos, the 24 Empires arose, ruled by beings who came to be known as the Celestial Sovereigns. Nations no longer exist. Only empires remain, shaped by divine will, where each sovereign enforces their own law, their own faith, and their own war. Decades later, humanity survives amid fragile alliances, hidden conflicts, and thrones built upon the ruins of the old world. Now, as even the gods begin to move beyond their thrones, the true fate of the world is about to be claimed.

"Echoes of the Forgotten Thrones" is a visceral, dark fantasy odyssey set in a world where the gods have died—and their souls now rot within mortal men. Athiran Flox is the last of his kind, a living reliquary carrying the spirits of fallen dragon-lords beneath his flesh. Every tattoo etched into his skin is a tombstone, each ancient soul a crushing weight that threatens to unravel him from the inside. The most terrible of them all, Shin-Long—the Storm Eternal—lies coiled around his heart, a phantom presence that suffocates him with centuries of rage and sorrow. To survive, Athiran must master the Mana Rhythm, a desperate breathing technique that keeps the ghosts at bay. But each breath is agony, each step a battle against the slow decay of his own body. He coughs up neon-blue blood—the sign of a vessel cracking under its sacred burden. Haunted by the silence of a childhood home long reduced to ash, Athiran wanders the rotting underworld of the Gray Cradle, a labyrinth of pulsing stone and rotting blood where the air itself is a weight. He is a relic, a monument to a dynasty that no one remembers, carrying memories that belong to the dead. As he stumbles upon fragments of his lost past, he is forced to confront a devastating truth: he is the last of his lineage. The final keeper of a forgotten empire. And his loneliness is more crushing than any dragon's spirit. But the dead do not rest quietly. Somewhere in the darkness, forces are stirring. The ghosts within him are not passive prisoners—they hunger. They remember their thrones. And they want to be reborn. "Echoes of the Forgotten Thrones" is a somber, cinematic tale of survival, identity, and the unbearable weight of carrying a legacy that was never meant for mortal shoulders. Perfect for readers who crave atmospheric prose, deeply wounded protagonists, and a world steeped in melancholic beauty.

Greg was the son of the smartest and most powerful people in the world. His Mom and Dad being geniuses made advanced technology that boosted the world's development level but also caused more conflict. Follow Greg as he tries and build an Empire in Game of thrones --- --- This Story will be faced paced and include Kingdom building and a Harem The Game of Thrones world will also have a slightly bigger population and bigger armies This is a side project so don't expect fast updates unless readers ask for more.

(REWORKED VERSION) This is a Rework of my previous story with some slight changes, improvement to the grammar, and improvement to the story overall. Some things will be the same of course and then some things will be different. ----- ----- Maximus was the son of the smartest and most powerful people in the world. His Mom and Dad being geniuses made advanced technology that boosted the world's development level but also caused more conflict. After his unfortunate death he is reincarnated in the world of Game of Thrones and granted a system to guide him along the way Follow Maximus as he tries and build an Empire in Game of thrones --- --- This Story will be faced paced and include Kingdom building and a Harem

In a world ruled by twelve mighty thrones, each kingdom stands divided by power, by belief, and by history. Every nation holds its own heroes, villains, and secrets. Yet as new forces rise, powers that render armies obsolete and kings irrelevant, the balance of the world begins to crack. Through shifting perspectives across continents, Twelve Thrones unveils a world on the brink. What happens when the age of soldiers ends? When ancient power awakens and reshapes the very rules of rule? All thrones will tremble. Not all will stand.

In a world divided by towering walls, society is split into four their, each layer a stark reminder of one's place in the hierarchy. From the labor-bound populace of Wall One to the wealthy aristocrats of Wall Three, every citizen's life is dictated by the rules of their tier. At the pinnacle, behind the impregnable Fourth Wall, reside the General's council of seven who wield absolute authority, overseeing the realms below with iron-fisted precision.

After a full filling life, a man is reborn into his favorite novel A song of ice and fire with a few wishes and a dream

In the cutthroat world of Westeros, where power is a game and everyone's fate is a pawn in a deadly chess match, Gendry is a nobody with a secret that could change everything. A bastard with the blood of the Stormborn coursing through his veins, he's been thrown into the scorching heart of a blacksmith's forge. Here, he'll face the trials of iron and fire, learn to hide his true identity, and carve out a path through the treacherous whirlpool of power. As the shadow of the Spider spreads across King's Landing, Gendry's fate takes a dark turn. Can he survive the deadly game of politics? And will he find his own glory amidst the forge's flames?

“A surprise?” The Prince scoffed. “And if I had died out there? You would have let me die as a prince who never knew his daughter existed.” Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m grateful you didn’t. So, my surprise still worked. And more than that, I suppose I got a surprise too… about your new arranged marriage, Your Grace.” Her nails pressed into her palms through the crumpled fabric of the handkerchief. She wouldn’t let herself crumble. Not now. Not after everything. She vowed to hold her composure—as the lady of the castle, the Marchioness of Ravenswood. === Duty over Desire. That was the mindset Elara Damaryon had set for herself when she accepted the marriage offer from the Prince, who didn’t believe in love and lived in the shadows of Valloria Kingdom. Coming from a disgraced baron’s family, Elara dedicated herself to becoming a worthy wife and the respected lady of Ravenswood Castle for the past four years. She worked tirelessly to remain devoted to the Prince, even though they had shared only one passionate night before he left for a war that would last four long years. After the long, gruelling battle, the Prince’s return as a hero turned into agony for Elara when he was bound by Royal Decree to enter an alliance marriage with a warrior princess. But... The Prince saw his wife, whom he married out of necessity, whom he once knew as a shy woman who never dared to defy him, had now become a strong woman who consumed his thoughts at every moment. For Elara, what she once saw as duty has become an undeniable desire when the Prince shows the affection she never knew he could have. In a kingdom where fate is whispered through ancient spells and the Moon Goddess watches in silence, Elara feels threatened when she receives a divine message about her daughter's safety. She must protect her legacy—not just as a mother, but as a woman who’s discovering more about her secret power and the salvation her love will bring. === This Novel is a Character-Driven Story with Slowburn Romance It has complex characters dynamic [WARNING MATURE CONTENT 18+] Please give this story a chance (^,^) WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Entry

In her past life, Su Yaoguang bought Xiao Yanci, supported his education, and helped him rise to great heights. She became his wife. Everyone praised him for never abandoning the farm girl who funded his rise. Su Yaoguang also believed she had found a good man. Unexpectedly, when she was seriously ill, she saw Xiao Yanci bring his first love and a child who resembled them both to her bedside. "Dad, mom, when will this person die?" the child asked, holding Xiao Yanci's hand. Xiao Yanci responded, "Soon, just wait a bit longer." That was the moment she realized: she had wasted her entire life on the wrong man. Returning to the age of fifteen, Su Yaoguang pointed at the bloody young boy: "I want him." In her past life, no matter what she gave Xiao Yanci, she only received a cold expression. This time, the young boy, like a wolf cub, dropped his guard; everything Sister gifted was the best. Sweet as milk. Devoted beyond reason. He melted her completely. Until one day, the young boy took a high position. Not wanting history to repeat itself, Su Yaoguang packed her things and slipped away at night, only to run into a man as noble and unattainable as a deity. "I've heard you call us siblings everywhere. Good sister, shouldn't we change what we call each other?"