The Immortal King: Lord of the Dark Realm
Alaric Thorn was just a blacksmith in the 12th century—a husband, a father, a simple man.
Until the day everything was taken from him.
His wife murdered.
His daughters stolen.
And he himself slaughtered, powerless to protect the people he loved.
But death did not end his story.
Dragged into a supernatural realm after dying, Alaric made a desperate bargain:
power in exchange for completing a mission in the future.
A mission he did not understand.
He returned to Earth centuries later—only to realize his revenge no longer existed.
Four hundred years had passed.
His family long gone.
Their killer long dead.
And Alaric… could no longer die.
Cursed with immortality, he wandered through ages and empires, trying every possible way to end his life—failing each time. All he wanted was to go back in time and fix what he had lost.
But when he finally stepped into a time machine, fate betrayed him again.
Instead of the past…
Alaric was thrown into another realm entirely—a brutal world crawling with monsters, ancient races, and system-like powers. Here, strength must be earned through blood, each battle pushing him closer to awakening his true potential.
In this realm, he is no longer just a wanderer.
He is a rising lord.
A conqueror.
A man destined to build an empire strong enough to challenge a king—
a king who bears the same name as the monster who destroyed his life on Earth.
As Alaric fights beasts, defeats tyrants, and gathers allies and armies, he discovers the truth behind the mission he accepted centuries ago:
To reclaim his fate…
To break his immortal curse…
To rewrite the destiny stolen from him…
He must rise as the Immortal King.
The true master of the Dark Realm he was fated to rule.
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Chapter: The Red's HeartThe beast lunged.I barely managed to dive aside, sand exploding around me as its claws smashed into the ground where I’d stood a heartbeat ago. The impact sent a tremor up the dune, knocking me off balance. My ears rang. My chest ached from breathing in too much heat and dust.It turned to face me—a towering monster covered in thick, obsidian scales that shimmered like armor under the sun. Three red eyes burned with fury, and its breath came out in steaming huffs that smelled like blood and ash. Every muscle in its body flexed with raw, violent power.I fired.Once. Twice. The laser gun hissed, sending twin bolts of blue light straight into its chest. They sparked off harmlessly, leaving faint scorch marks but no wound. I tried the shotgun next, pumping and firing rapidly. The shells tore into its hide—but it didn’t even flinch.“You’ve gotta be kidding me.”It roared, the sound deep enough to shake my bones. Then it moved—so fast I barely saw it. A claw swiped across my vision, and
Last Updated: 2025-12-19
Chapter: First Battle With MonstersThe day was a blinding haze of heat and sand. The sun burned white above the endless dunes, but I had made up my mind. Monsters, fangs, claws—how hard could it be?“You got this, Callum,” I muttered, psyching myself up as I adjusted the straps on my suit. “Just another day, another nightmare.”That’s when I heard it.A faint clink. Then a muffled thump from inside the time machine.I froze.Another sound—metal scraping against metal. I grabbed a dry stick lying nearby and edged toward the open hatch.And there they were.A swarm of small, furry creatures, each suspiciously clever-looking, darted out from the nearly-empty crates, clutching handfuls of gold bars and glittering gems. Their ears twitched like radar dishes, and their beady black eyes gleamed with mischief. Shimmering silver fur reflected the harsh sunlight as they scattered down the dunes.Three of the larger ones were struggling with the remaining loot, trying to gather as many as they could when I shouted, “Hey! That’s m
Last Updated: 2025-12-17
Chapter: Wrong Time, Wrong WorldThe time machine slammed into the ground, its metal frame groaning as the engines sputtered weakly. A deafening whine filled the air — then a violent shockwave blasted outward, kicking up a storm of dust.Sand erupted in spirals around the machine, swallowing everything in a choking haze. The entire world trembled beneath me as the power flickered, hummed, and finally died.I reached for the release button and pressed it. The door hissed open with a metallic sigh — and a wall of heat slammed into me, followed by a surge of dust that clawed at my throat and stung my eyes as I climbed out into the storm.I took a few cautious steps forward, hand raised against the swirling grit. Visibility was near zero, but I kept moving. Then my boot struck something hard.I looked down—and froze.A skull. Human, or close enough to it.“What the…?” The word tore out of my throat before I could stop it.My pulse quickened. I kept walking slowly as the storm began to settle, and when it finally did, I w
Last Updated: 2025-12-14
Chapter: Time TravelThey said it would take three years.Bu it took eight years.Eight years of equations, prototypes, failures, and cautious optimism. Eight years that — for someone who had lived through centuries — felt longer than any eternity before it.For me, immortality had always been a curse measured in heartbeats, not years. But this wait… this wait taught me something new. Hope, when stretched too long, begins to hurt.And yet, on that morning, as the alarms hummed softly through the Arcadia Complex, I realized the hurt didn’t matter anymore.Because the machine was ready.They’d built it in the heart of the facility — a vast chamber the size of a cathedral, walls lined with reinforced glass and glowing data veins that pulsed like arteries. The air buzzed with energy, almost alive.At the center stood the machine itself — the Chronos Gate.It wasn’t what I expected. No grand sphere or bulky metal box like in the old holo-movies. It was graceful — a massive circular frame of silver and black, s
Last Updated: 2025-12-12
Chapter: The Ticket BackThe night air outside the precinct was heavy with rain — a thin mist that curled around the neon lamps like ghostly smoke. The city hummed in the distance, alive with the sound of hover engines and faraway sirens.The steel doors slid open with a hiss, and I stepped out — wrists still red from the cuffs they’d just removed. Beside me walked a man in a dark coat, umbrella in hand, his pace calm and deliberate.“Callum,” he said, his voice low but firm, “you’ve got to stop this.”I glanced at him, half a smirk tugging at my lips. “Stop what? Existing?”He sighed. “No. Living like this. You’re a mess. You’ve got houses, estates, money gathering dust in accounts no one remembers you own. Yet here you are — sleeping on streets, picking fights, getting arrested every other week. Why?”I looked ahead, the rain blurring the flickering streetlights. “Because it’s quiet there,” I said. “The streets don’t ask questions. The walls of those houses do.”He shook his head. “You need to move on. Take
Last Updated: 2025-11-28
Chapter: The Man Death RefusedMisery has a sound — the slow echo of years that refuse to end. I lived through it all. I built homes, made families, raised children who carried my eyes and smile — and buried every one of them. I learned not to grow too close, not to hope too much. Because every time I did, time would steal them away. They aged. I didn’t. They died. I couldn’t. After a while, even grief lost its sharpness. It became something quieter — a dull ache that hummed beneath the years, like an old wound that never healed but never quite hurt enough to make you scream anymore. I watched wives wither beside me, friends fade into dust, children grow old and forget the man who never changed. After a while, I stopped trying to explain. I just left — again and again — because staying hurt too much. And yet… I kept looking for an end. That was me in the Battle of Waterloo, 1815 — walking through the smoke and fire as bullets tore the air around me. Men screamed, cannons thundered, bodies fell like rain. I
Last Updated: 2025-11-27
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