harrow tribunal

Welcome to Harrow Hill, a small, isolated town where the sun rarely shines, and shadows linger long after twilight. For decades, the townsfolk have whispered about the ancient curse that haunts their streets, a sinister force that awakens every fifty years to claim new victims. When investigative journalist Rachel Bennett arrives in Harrow Hill, she’s determined to uncover the truth behind the mysterious disappearances and macabre legends that plague the town. Armed with her notebook and relentless curiosity, she delves into the town's dark history, unearthing secrets that have been buried for generations. As Rachel digs deeper, she encounters a cast of unsettling characters—an eccentric historian with a cryptic warning, a grieving mother who lost her son to the shadows, and a reclusive artist who paints nightmares. Each holds a piece of the puzzle, but with every answer, Rachel finds herself drawn closer to the malevolent force lurking in the darkness. With the clock ticking and the body count rising, Rachel must confront the malevolence head-on. But Harrow Hill has a way of twisting reality, and soon Rachel can’t distinguish between her own fears and the town’s horrifying truths. Will she unravel the mystery before the shadows claim her too, or will Harrow Hill's curse consume her like the countless souls before? In "Shadows of Harrow Hill," every corner hides a nightmare, every whisper conceals a threat, and every shadow has a story to tell. Prepare yourself for a chilling journey into a world where the line between the living and the dead is dangerously thin.

The old gods are dead—if death can truly claim such beings. Their fall was not silent. In the wake of a world-rending cataclysm, they bled their divinity into the earth, a final curse that awakened horrors best left forgotten. Now, fragments of godhood lie scattered like shards of glass across a shattered realm, and mortal hands claw at them in greed, desperation, and madness. From the ashes of ruined temples and silent cities, new powers rise, each vying to forge a pantheon from the bones of the past. To seize divinity is to inherit its weight—a truth Siege discovers only after claiming this long-coveted gift. Burdened by a power he barely understands, he must navigate a dying world haunted by ancient monsters, decaying saints, and human ambition that festers like rot. The path is no longer one of glory. It is survival—brutal, bitter, and unrelenting. And in the end, even gods must kneel. ..... Now being added to Royal Road under the same name. This novel draws inspiration from mythologies across the world, reimagined through the bleak lens of a crumbling world inspired by the Dark Souls and Elden Ring franchise. Expect twisted gods, tragic monsters, and the remnants of empires that dared to play divine. Discord: https://discord.gg/vjeJbeHF Patreon: patreon.com/MTStygan

For as long as anyone could remember, the gods ruled from beyond sight, felt, feared, worshipped… but never truly seen. Until something changed. Without warning, the barrier between the divine and the human world fractures. What was once invisible becomes undeniable. Across the world, people begin to see them...not as distant myths, but as real, present beings. And more than that… some can now reach them. Touch them. Affect them. Challenge them. The balance that kept gods untouchable is gone. And with it, their certainty. As humanity awakens to this new reality, belief is no longer enough to define power. Faith turns into defiance. Curiosity turns into conflict. And for the first time, the gods are no longer observing from above They are forced to descend. What begins as confusion quickly spirals into something far more dangerous: a clash between those who were never meant to meet as equals. Because if humans can stand against gods… then divinity itself may not be absolute. And once that idea spreads There’s no going back.

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In the forgotten land of Virelia, where ancient gods once whispered through the winds and dragons soared across starlit skies, there was a time when prophecy ruled all. The Oracles—mystics born with the gift of foresight—guided kings and commoners alike. But with time, kingdoms crumbled, faith waned, and one by one, the Oracles vanished. Now, only one remains. And the world is dying.

Vivo en un mundo donde no puedes iniciar un divorcio. Aquellos que inician un divorcio serán condenados y enviados a prisión, y su cónyuge heredará todas sus propiedades. Y mi esposa me engañó. Ella dio vuelta a la situación y me envió al tribunal del egoísmo. Pero ella no sabía que yo ya tenía las pruebas. Si me declararan inocente, mi esposa perdería todos los derechos para elegir a su cónyuge e iría a prisión. Y su amante sería esterilizado químicamente y me debería un millón por daños emocionales. Yo también recibiría una recompensa de diez millones de dólares.

When Celia Harrow chose to join the trainee training camp, I knew everything had returned to square one. I took first place on the debut stage, and she said: "How great. So talented, and yet you're still willing to be a trainee. Unlike me, being a trainee is my only way out." I was signing autographs and taking photos with fans when she said: "I'm so envious that you have so many female fans. Unlike me, I only have male fans." I successfully debuted in the Center position, and she said: "It must be nice to be rich. You can get the Center position just by wanting it. Unlike me, who could only stop at the Top Ten." Just like that, my fiancé pitied and doted on her, the fans' hearts ached for her, and I became the target of hate across the entire internet. During the finale, before I fell to my death from the wire rig, I heard her say: "Jocelyn Sterling only fell from a wire rig, but what I lost was the Center position!" When I opened my eyes again, I was ready to destroy her.

Eu vivo em um mundo onde você não pode iniciar um divórcio. Aqueles que iniciam um divórcio serão condenados e enviados para a prisão, e seu cônjuge herdará todos os seus bens. E minha esposa me traiu. Ela virou o jogo e me enviou para o tribunal do egoísmo. Mas ela não sabia que eu já tinha as provas. Se eu fosse considerado inocente, minha esposa perderia todos os direitos de escolher seu cônjuge e iria para a prisão. E seu amante seria quimicamente esterilizado e me deveria um milhão por danos emocionais. Eu também receberia uma recompensa de dez milhões de dólares.

Je vis dans un monde où l'on ne peut pas initier un divorce. Ceux qui initient un divorce seront condamnés et envoyés en prison, et leur conjoint héritera de tous leurs biens. Et ma femme m'a trompé. Elle a retourné la situation et m'a envoyé devant le tribunal de l'égoïsme. Mais elle ne savait pas que j'avais déjà les preuves. Si j'étais déclaré non coupable, ma femme perdrait tous ses droits de choisir son conjoint et irait en prison. Et son amant serait stérilisé chimiquement et me devrait un million pour préjudice moral. Je recevrais également une récompense de dix millions de dollars.

Regret, Reason OR Destiny. Hipocracy. Or Fate? Till the end of his life, he couldn't figure out why was he chosen - no, forced to do the bidding. He wasn't allowed to have his own thoughts, dreams or aspirations. Forced to be a puppet since he could remember. This ended on an eventful day - When they forced him to stay behind and slay invaders, stall time for them to escape. He did. He was more than willing to do so. Atleast he would be free from these chains. He felt happy while dying. He was finally free. Or so he thought.