tribunal noturno

Ann congelou ao ouvir os gemidos abafados. Não... não podia ser! Ela respirou fundo e empurrou a porta um pouquinho mais. Seu peito parecia que ia explodir enquanto prendia a respiração e a fresta se alargava. Quando se deparou com sua irmã debaixo do seu noivo, as mãos voaram à boca para abafar o grito de horror enquanto seu coração se estilhaçava no instante. Enquanto Brad rugia seu clímax dentro de sua irmã, Ada virou a cabeça em direção à porta com um sorriso sarcástico. Um frio gelado cobriu Ann como se um balde de água gelada tivesse sido despejado sobre ela e ela ficou parada, olhando fixamente, os olhos arregalados e a boca entreaberta em descrença. Ada levantou a mão e acenou na direção de Ann com um sorriso de satisfação no rosto enquanto Brad desabava sobre ela, beijando-lhe o pescoço com ternura.

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.

Ini mimpi kan?!

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.

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.

I stand within the shadows of the Tribunal, a silver mask concealing half my face—yet powerless to hide the curse boiling within my veins. As a heretic—a hybrid born of both Vampire and Werewolf blood—I was destined to be nailed to the stake; yet, through the grace of my mother—the noble Queen of the Night—I became the Tribunal’s youngest Chief Inquisitor. Now, the hand gripping the Scepter of Judgment trembles, for standing in the dock is my father: the very Werewolf chieftain who, on a night of the full moon, tore out my mother’s throat with his fangs. Beneath a blood-red moon, the stained glass of the courtroom dome refracts the moonlight into twelve spectral instruments of torture—each etched with the Seventh Edict: *Hybrids shall be executed.* I know, deep down, that this trial was—from its very inception—a meticulously orchestrated act of vengeance by my mother; and my verdict was written the moment I drew my first breath: to sever, with the edge of my blade, the twisted bond that has entangled them for a century.

Whats that? Abandoned!