lazarus hc

In the kingdom of Valdren, your blood determines your destiny. At twelve years old, every citizen presses their finger to the Runestone — one drop of blood, one reading, one verdict that decides the rest of your life. Iron. Bronze. Silver. Gold. Crimson. The rank you receive is the rank you live with. It determines your guild, your earnings, your legal rights, and whether nobles look at you or through you. When sixteen year old Cyan bleeds on the Runestone, it cracks straight down the middle and goes dark. Recorded as a failed reading and sent to the labor wards, Cyan spends his days carrying crates for a mid-tier guild, watching ranked mages move through the world like the cobblestones exist to accommodate them. He tells himself it doesn't matter. He is very good at telling himself things don't matter. Then a dungeon collapse traps him underground for three days with no light, no water, and no rank. He should not survive. He does. And when the rescue team finally breaks through, Cyan walks out carrying something no Runestone ever recorded and no scripture has ever named — seven curved lines burned into his palm, arranged around a central void. The Hollow Mark. He discovers what it does the hard way. One raised hand. One Bronze rank mage drained to nothing in two seconds. No spell, no chant, no training. Just a hunger that has apparently been waiting his entire life for something to eat. Cyan cannot generate mana. Not a single drop. But he can devour it — from the air, from spells mid-cast, from the bodies of anyone foolish enough to point their power at him. He absorbs it raw and unfiltered and it burns him from the inside when he holds too much. There is no technique for it. No academy teaches it. No grimoire documents it. He is not ranked. He is not blessed. He is something the kingdom has no category for. When a mysterious sealed letter with no sender gets him accepted into the Royal Academy of the Arcane, Cyan enters a world of noble heirs, ancient rivalries, and magic far more political than powerful. He is the lowest ranked student by every official metric. An orphan with no house name, no patron saint, and a curse that makes Gold rank mages back away from testing instruments. But the deeper he goes — into the Academy's restricted archives, into the whispered history of a suppressed school of magic, into the truth of what the six Patron Saints actually did three thousand years ago — the clearer it becomes that the Hollow Mark is not a mutation or a mistake. It is a message. From something ancient. Something the Saints unmade because it was inconvenient, not because it was wrong. Something that has been waiting for Cyan specifically. In a kingdom where power is inheritance and inheritance is everything, one rankless orphan will either become the answer to a question three centuries old — or the proof that some things should have stayed buried.

Orphaned Ethan witnesses his father, a brilliant scientist on the verge of curing a deadly disease, murdered by his greedy partner, Vance. Consumed by vengeance, Ethan trains for years, waiting for the opportune moment to strike. When the opportunity arrives, Ethan exacts his revenge, but is left grappling with the emptiness it leaves behind. Discovering his father's hidden research notes reignites Ethan's purpose. He assembles a team - a brilliant but ostracized biochemist, Anya, and a gifted hacker, Kai - to complete his father's work and find a true cure. Their journey is fraught with challenges - navigating a corrupt medical establishment, facing threats from Vance's forces, and overcoming their own doubts. As they fight for legitimacy and test the cure in underground clinics, Ethan, Anya, and Kai become a beacon of hope for Morterra sufferers. But Vance isn't finished. A daring raid on Vance's headquarters to rescue a captured teammate puts Ethan face-to-face with his father's killer, forcing him to confront the true cost of vengeance and the legacy he wants to leave behind.

I wanted to make a name for myself, I wanted to be someone but I made a mistake. I thought I was unlucky but I was far from that my soul was cursed. My name is Lazarus Harris Smith I had a dream when I was just a young boy, I wanted become a famous archeologist but my parents thought otherwise. In order to prove them wrong I went on am impossible journey, in search of The Tomb of Cecilia, a witch in the old days who was buried alive but her body remained the same. I didn't know that not all mysteries where meant to be uncovered. If I had known I would have forsaken my dreams. Death is a better punishment than this, I prayed for death but she thought otherwise I was cursed for eternity

Waking up in a strange place, Zi with no memories of his past, be able to find himself in his journey?

When Alrick wakes in a gilded chamber beneath vaulted ceilings and velvet drapes, he knows two things are wrong: he cannot see—and he is no longer himself. Forcefully pulled into the body of Prince Lucien of Aetherion, Alrick inherits the life of a disgraced royal rumored to be cruel, unstable, and weak. Worse still, Lucien is a mudblood, incapable of wielding magic in a world where power is measured by Aether. The truth behind Lucien’s condition is far darker: born with an abnormally vast Aether capacity, Lucien was deemed a rival to the throne as an infant. Kidnapped and mutilated, his eyes were destroyed, and in a desperate, uncontrolled act of self-healing, he burned through all his Aether—rendering himself permanently magicless. Yet Lucien did not heal completely. Aether continued to gather in the ruined remains of his eyes, crystallizing into something unprecedented: Aether Vision, a power unseen in history—one that allows him to perceive magic, truth, and forces hidden even from purebloods. As Alrick struggles to survive court politics, assassination attempts, and the suffocating expectations of royalty, he discovers he is not merely reborn—he is chosen. Bound to a mysterious entity known as the Codex, the residual consciousness of the original Lucien preserved by a malfunctioning System, Alrick is subjected to a series of immutable Rules and punishing Tasks. He must not speak in an alien tongue. He must not reveal his true identity. And he must climb the steps to reach the Peak, completing the unseen Lord’s trials to earn a single wish promised only to survivors.

In a similar dimension to ours, a different side of history took place. An evil king changed the tides of war forever. His concealed mage organization was working on ways to summon ancient myths throughout history. After it "succeeded" many spirits, good and bad poured out throughout the world. Lazarus was one of those ancient myths that were summoned. He was a legendary hero, who helped the many people affected by war, regain their possessions. Many feared him as he was a lethal assassin. Everything changed when the spirits realized that they were summoned with a cursed magical power. As the spirit's abilities awakened the world turned to chaos. Some decided to join an allegiance some wanted nothing but revenge. *** This is my first Novel! I hope you enjoy it! Please give me any criticism you might have, I am looking to evolve my writing experience through this novel!

One day, I was teleported to another world without any knowledge of it. In this world filled with magical and monstrous anomalies, I'm supposed to fend for myself only with the skill of 'Luck'?

In the world of the Magi; The ruling factions who govern the realm are at odds. the northern kingdoms of man have exhausted themselves with the iron fist of the ruling powers that be. the elves hide in their hidden cities.. and a blooded mage defects.. volume 1 of the Lazarus saga.

Celux-9 is a colonial planet filled with highly advanced technology. The city of Nova Lux, at its core, is a city divided by caste differences and technological facilities. The city is divided into two areas: The Spire and The Undercity. It's clear that both have their own conditions and are as opposite as heaven and earth. Louise Vane decisively put down her press card, fed up with her role as a "image polisher" for the Spire elite while the Undercity residents suffered. She disappeared for several months, trying to tune out the cries of the slum district. However, the silence tormented her. She knew she couldn't run away from the chaos, so she returned to the streets as a private detective. She wasn't interested in making a name for herself; she was determined to find the remnants of her conscience that still remained. On her first day, Louise encountered a strange situation: residents of the slums were disappearing one by one. A routine case morphed into a dark obsession, driving her to uncover the truth. She was determined to expose whether their disappearance was a series of ordinary criminal incidents or part of a grand conspiracy. What exactly is Louise Vane facing? This is clearly a shadowy operation. There's clearly a deeper conflict at play here, one that goes far beyond what she could have ever imagined. Welcome to Planet Celux-9. Here, longevity is attainable for those with the necessary financial resources. Note: This story is my original work and is not a translated novel. This is high sci-fi, pure and simple. It's also dark fantasy, plain and simple.

After being found and brought back by her wealthy family, Arabella Donovan has an unexpected awakening and discovers that the world she lives in is a mishmash of popular story tropes. Her eldest brother is the tragic guy in a melodramatic, angsty novel; Her second brother is the cannon fodder in an showbiz power-fantasy novel; Her third brother is the scapegoat who ends up with a criminal record in a doting teen romance; Her fourth sister is the vicious villainess in a 'real vs. fake heiress' story; And even her parents are just antagonistic background characters in some sweet, middle-aged romance. Arabella Donovan: This family is a complete collection of misfortunes. The word 'tragic' doesn't even begin to cover it. Her family, after hearing all of her inner thoughts: "..."