plinth to paramount book by neetu singh

Sylas has only ever known one thing: Power rules all. Haunted by a past he'd rather forget, Sylas has some trust issues. Unlike his mind, his goal is clear. Become a Paramount Magus, the highest title a magic-wielder can achieve. Not for glory or fame, but simply to be free, do whatever he wants when he wants to. Because it's the only way he'll be safe again. At Liberta's Arcane Academy, where the most gifted young magi from all five kingdoms train, Sylas find himself surrounded by rivals, friends and threats in disguise. As he fights to survive strange dreams and chilling flashes of events yet to happen behind to haunt him. To rise as Paramount, Sylas will need more than power, he'll need to face the shadows of his past, the monsters on the battlefield, and himself. Follow Sylas on his journey!

"WHERE AM I ???" After floating through endless darkness he saw light and something or .....someone "W..Who are yo.." he wanted to ask but he felt something... He felt COMPLETED "Y...YOU ARE M...ME, MY OTHER HALF " Now he is capable of something he always yearned for... 'LOVE' is the emotion he always wanted to feel He will enjoy his second life. BUT why was his soul split in half in the first place ?? and why meet now ??? join WILL in his second life as he goes through an arduous journey of cultivation, to find the truth of the world. OR IS HE ALSO JUST A CHESS PIECE OF.. FATE wait what is FATE ?? --------------------------------------- English is not my main language. Cover art is NOT owned by me.

He was never defeated. He was never sealed. He simply lost interest… A being so powerful that even gods erased him from history. A force so absolute that time itself refused to remember. But now, something has changed. The Forgotten One has stirred. His generals awaken. His decree is spoken. The gods—those who thought themselves eternal—tremble. But the end has only begun. ---

Jacob never wanted to go to Faircastle High School - it was his mother who wanted it. But when Jacob thought that staying in the school was all he had to endure, he manages to top a certain placement exam. Through it, he becomes a member of the Paramount - the group of Faircastle's best eight students that represent the intelligence division they are from. Little did he know that behind the after-school activities and supplemental classes, a secret about themselves will be discovered and awakened. Their lives are about to change, when great power come from the peculiarity and intelligence they all possess. Note: This story is highly inspired by the Thai novel-turned-series, The Gifted and its sequel, The Gifted: Graduation. NOTE: THIS IS A FILIPINO STORY.

In his previous life, Rudra Pratap Singh was recorded in history as a monster. A traitor to his bloodline. A criminal against the crown. A devil who turned 1860 India into a battlefield of fire and fear. When the British Empire finally captured him, they made sure the world witnessed his execution. No one asked why he became a monster. On the day he died, Rudra did not beg. He did not curse his enemies. He only smiled, because at the moment of death he finally saw the truth behind the world. Then everything went dark. When he opened his eyes again, he was fifteen years old. Before the betrayal. Before the war. Before his name became history’s curse. 1860 India—where kings struggle to survive, rebels rise in the shadows, traitors hide behind loyalty, and the British Empire tightens its grip on the land. This time, Rudra remembers everything. Every betrayal that destroyed him. Every enemy who smiled while planning his downfall. Every future event that will shape the world. But this time, he is not here to be a hero. He is not here to be understood. He is not here to be forgiven. He is here to make sure no one ever decides his fate again. The nobles think he is still a powerless heir. The British see him as just another native subject. Even the woman who will one day love him like obsession has not yet realized what he will become. They are all wrong. Rudra Pratap Singh is not reliving his life. He is rewriting history. And this time… "I will not die as your monster. I will live as your nightmare."

Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale: The Unbroken Spirit is a powerful historical novel that explores the life, beliefs, and turbulent era of Sant Jarnail Singh Bhindranwale, a figure who left an indelible mark on Punjab and modern Sikh history. Set against the rising tensions of late-20th-century India, the story follows Bhindranwale’s journey from a humble religious upbringing to becoming a commanding voice for Sikh identity, faith, and resistance. Through moments of spiritual awakening, public sermons, political confrontation, and deep personal conviction, the novel portrays a man driven by belief rather than fear. As Punjab descends into unrest, the lines between saint, revolutionary, and symbol begin to blur. The narrative does not seek simple answers—it presents the pressures, controversies, and sacrifices that shaped an era, allowing readers to witness history through the eyes of those who lived it. At its core, this is a story about faith under fire, identity in crisis, and a spirit that refused to bow—even when surrounded by chaos.

THIS IS MY FIRST MY WRITING NOVEL (ENJOY IT) History often remembers empires, kings, and victories—but it is the warriors who defend them that shape the course of nations. Among these figures, few loom as large as Hari Singh Nalwa, the legendary general of the Khalsa Empire. His life was one of extraordinary courage, unyielding loyalty, and strategic brilliance—a life spent defending the northwest frontier of India against some of the fiercest adversaries of the age. Readers will gain not only a chronological account of battles and campaigns but also a window into the mind, character, and principles of a man whose deeds became legend in his own lifetime.

A old lady crying writing a diary My name is sukhvinder kaur today I m writing a story in which I lived feeled and loved......Lady goes in flash back I worked in indian military secret department as an senior officer,I was very disciplined, patriotic officer. There is rule in every military that your feeling shouldn't come to your face and I was expert in hiding feeling ...for me everything was my country. Today I see people defining love with changing times people have changed meaning of love....true love Vijay singh was my colleague in my military department we were of same age but Vijay was my junior.He was very brave intelligent and kind hearted person.I was in love with vijay but I don't told him.....I always scold and fight with him because fighting is part of love.....when someone love u most he fight most...but Vijay never fighted me or get angry on me ...he always smile and I was fan of his smile.. When he used start he his bike I just wanted to sit behind and roam delhi.But as usual I was unable to share feelings but I always prayed that Vijay should became my husband After few days both Vijay and myself was assigned a secret operation in which we have to become husband and wife ... We have to go pakistan ..... Someone has said it correctly that destiny is bitch

Thakur

Before Feng Yi ascended the throne, no one wanted to marry this prince who lacked presence and was out of favor. After his ascension, the harem was filled with the daughters of high-ranking court officials. They were an eyesore to look at and vexing to deal with. He felt that even favoring them would defile his own dragon body. He decided to choose a woman with a fiery, arrogant, domineering, and jealous nature to enter the palace, to cast all this "trash" into the Cold Palace on his behalf. Song Yunzhao had transmigrated to ancient times for fourteen years, all the while laying low and just trying to get by. She was just waiting for the plot to begin, then she would transform into a villainess—arrogant, domineering, fiery, and jealous—so that she would be rejected from the selection and could then choose a husband to live a carefree and happy life with. Later, Song Yunzhao watched as His Majesty smiled at her with immense indulgence and said, "Zhaozhao, come here." Song Yunzhao immediately felt that something was terribly wrong, a chill running up from the soles of her feet. The damned Emperor wore a gentle expression, but his eyes were as cold as ice; he clearly wanted to use her as his blade!