Poe Novels & Books - WebNovel

Fall of a King, Rise of a Villain

‘My enemy, my friend, my love, my pain. He was everything and more to me. My protector and my warden. Most importantly, especially for you, he was my leash.’ ________ Ísar Jovevski, the King of Ogronevia. Praised as a good king, a blessing from the gods, a mighty king. Kind and benevolent king. The greatest King in the kingdom’s history, never mind that his bloody ascension was a bad omen. A man holding a darkness that could consume him as well as everyone around him, if not for his childhood friends. If not for his love for Xinghua Li. Imperial Son Li Xinghua of the Qianlong Empire. A prince, a martial artist, a warrior and Ísar’s childhood friend. The only person in the world that was able to make Ísar nervous and stumble over his words. He loved him. A kind of love where he could not breathe nor exist if the other were not in his life. The kind of love where one’s heart jumped to the throat from a mere smile. The kind of love that turned into a double-edged sword. Where if it were lost—no—broken, the pieces would harm all. And none could’ve avoided the cuts of its shards. _______________ [Excerpt] The shores were stained with thick, black blood. The stench of rotten corpses filled the air as the ocean’s breeze swept over his kneeling form. Ísar stared at the endless void that was the ocean. He barely registered the tears running down his cheeks as he watched the sun rise. The celestial source slowly moved high above his little kingdom and Ísar continued to stare. The screams coming from behind him were muffled background noise. “My King! My King, please! Please spare me!” He didn’t know who that was. The voice was familiar but nothing came to mind. It didn’t matter, in the end. Nothing truly mattered anymore. He squeezed the old and worn out plush toy close to his chest. The fabric was tearing and the little ox toy had never looked uglier. He stared down at it and with a sad smile and teary voice, he said, “You don’t smell like him anymore. Nothing smells like him anymore. Please come back. Please. I miss you, my big star. I miss you.” _________ Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and Gothic Themes [FKRV is a tragedy fantasy romance with both positive (found family, childhood friends, first loves) and negative themes (loss, grief, loneliness, suicidal ideation, murder). There will also be more mature chapters in the future which I’ll put a R18 warning for. Happy reading!]

The Mage Poe

Poe is an orphan that always dreamed of exploring the big world and after reading a book written by a great mage, Poe makes it his goal to become the greatest mage ever. After gaining access to the system like everyone does at the age of 15, Poe leaves the little elven village he grew up in. All to become the greatest mage the world has ever seen, but first and foremost tasting all the great food in the world! Well, if he had some commonsense that would help too. -------------------------------------------------- Release rate: Will write when I get stuck on my other webnovel. -------------------------------------------------- Chapter length: 1000 - 1200 words Might be a little more or a little less! -------------------------------------------------- Tags: - Level System - Game Elements - Slice of Life - Sword and Magic - Comedy - Adventure

Me Poe

ChatGPT Harry Potter in the style of Edgar Allan Poe Fanfic

A Harry Potter fanfiction written by Chat GPT in the style of Edgar Allan Poe.

Pursuit of Eternal

Warning: Please stop reading at chapter 132. I've mistakenly repeated the chapters. If you see this warning, don't buy in batch. *** What would you do, If you suddenly lose everything, but you have a chance to reclaim everything back? Dev got the same chance after losing everyone, he loved. His world turned around when he found out superpowers are real. How will Dev reclaim everything back? Can Dev say 'I am a good guy' at the end of his journey? We'll get all the answers, as we follow Dev along. The journey will be cruel yet satisfying. ************************************************** It will take time for him to start his journey, but after this, the story will be fast-paced. So, bear with the story. The story will only get better. The story will contain much of the Indian element rather than Western or Chinese, so please read the story keeping this in mind. Discord link: https://discord.gg/TbdsUzNV45 ****************************************************** If you think that the author is worth supporting then, Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/Pinaka_ Ko Fi link: https://ko-fi.com/pinaka_

The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket by Edgar Allan Poe (1

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The Regressed Son Of A Saint Chooses The Path Of Evil?

Evan Cromswell is the 13th son of the sword saintess and current patriarch of the Cromswell clan, Levena Cromswell. Despite being the son of the sword saintess and being apart of the Cromswell family clan. Evan was an illegitimate child of the patriarch, being born from both Levena, and his commoner father William Klent. Due to this, Evan was never treated equal amongst the direct blood of the Cromswell family members. His siblings looked down on him on a daily basis, tormenting him, bullying him, threatening and belittling him. He had no talent in Magic, Swordsmanship, or Qi. Thus causing Levena to lose all interest in him all together, to the point of ignoring his existence and only acknowledging the other children of her blood. This sent Evan into a downward spiral, only finding solace in his father. Providing him the love and care of a parent, always encouraging him to do his best and to always wear a smile upon his face. But after a war broke out with the neighboring Kingdoms, Evan’s father would be caught up in an accident leading to his death m during the war. Evan’s life flew into chaos, spending the first 3 years of his life depressed over the passing of his father. He’d spent the next 4 years of his life learning basic assassination techniques to survive during the war. Afterwards, he’d go around helping his half siblings, remaining in the shadows. Helping then each one by one to achieve remarkable feats into their careers all throughout the war. eventually though, at the ripe age of 22, Evan would be betrayed by the oldest and next head of the Cromswell clan name. Alder Cromswell, his older half brother. At deaths door Evan could only curse at the clan and to whomever it was that allowed his life to spiral like this, to allow his father to die in such a horrible way. As his vision faded to black, accepting the icey embrace of death. Evan awoke in a bed of flowers, the same bed of flowers he played in when he was only 5 years old. After concluding that he was in the body of his 5 year old self, Evan quickly realized he had regressed back in time. Now vowing to play out things differently, with the knowledge he now possessed. Revenge and justice shall be his on this path of Ruthlessness.

Potions Are Poison! (Reincarnated With A Unique Skill!)

Nathaniel Ouro could feel his body run cold, the sting of pain that racked his being began to slowly fade as his breath almost seemed sucked from his aching guts. Darkness began to slowly encroach his vision as fleeting thoughts seep into his mind. "Damnit... I should have listened to those assholes, they warned me to be cautious and that my bleeding would get me killed. Now here I lay, unsure where I am, I think I'm missing my kidney, a lung... God... Please, I don't wanna be here anymore. I wish... I wish I wasn't going to die and I wasn't on earth anymore..." [[Wish requirements fulfilled. ERROR; presets for wish are unable to be met. Host will die but consciousness can be transferred... Suitable host found. Stipulations put in effect. Will you accept?]] [[Y/N]]

Broken Spear of the Gods

Wyll was back in the void of swirling grey, his head throbbing and only his heart seemed to echo in this void. "Wyll of the Purple Dragoons, you have been chosen to be my champion! Arise, champion of Chaos! Forge ahead in this war and rise to the top! I expect good things to come from you." A beacon of swirling greys and radiant red pulsed off Wyll as he rose from the rubble, the pain fading as he met eyes with the man who helped him in the alley. Tied to each was a silver thread, each exchanging glances as Askalon took a bow. "I am Askalon. I hold not the title of First Forged but something else. I am the First Mistake, the oldest living Weapon. I accept you as my Wielder O Champion of Chaos!" Everyone turned to Wyll, his eyes shining brightly as he took the hand of Askalon. The Weapon's form changed shape as, with worry, his acquaintances glared at him; the only Destroyer, Chaos, had chosen a champion. [[Welcome Wielder, I am Pandemonium, Pan for short. I am an entity tailored by Chaos for you, and it is my objective to assist you in 'The Battlefield of the Gods!' Pan will be fully operational shortly]]

Life As a Werewolf Noble

Lucas was born a werewolf to one of the most powerful Nobles family second only to the King. Follow Lucas to discovering what it means to be a noble as well as what it means to be a werewolf.

Call of the Moon

Lucas was born a werewolf from the noble house of White. Join him on his journey of learning about his world Elysium as he makes his way to be the Strongest of all werewolf’s. To be of help to his father and His country. ( May have a slow start but once I get everything set up I hope it will move at a better pace for my readers.)

Danmachi I do not own this book or make it

I do not own this book or make it I’m simply putting it on this app for ease of access

Edgar Allan poem collection

This is a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's poems I am a huge fan of Poe's poems and want to spread them to the world!

My Tinny Family

My love for a demon

Angel's and demons at war. Earth is the battle field. Love blossoms in a world that doesn't allow it. Will love be triumphant or will it tear the world apart.

my boss is my ex husband.

Penggoda Dalam Rumah

The Demons of Bradley

A struggling man, falls in love. But what will they make of it when she finds out all of his demons?

Tell Me Who You Are

Welcome to Tim Titan’s dramatic life. At eighteen he commits a horrible crime at a party but gets off because of his affluent father. Although free, Tim carries this obscene crime through his life.<br><br>Because of this, Tim ends up on Pittsburgh’s city streets and barely survives. Bookstore owner Poe Adams hires him and Tim begins to understand responsibility. He lives beneath the bookstore in a small apartment. While at work he meets Tarek Cole. The men become inseparable as friends, but only as friends. Tim begins to question if he wants more with Tarek; something he might never have.<br><br>An older and wiser Tim is invited to take a weekend trip to New York City to visit an old friend and he invites Tarek to join him. On their long drive Tim wonders if it’s time to take their relationship to the next level. Should the two become lovers or stay friends?

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