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Gogmus Laustral
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Novels by Gogmus Laustral

RISE OF THE ORIGINAL

RISE OF THE ORIGINAL

In a realm torn apart by ancient rivalries and the lingering shadows of mystic evils, Marcus—once a prince and valiant warrior who fell in the fateful battle against the dreaded Trinitarians, a trio of malevolent forces feared across all realms—has been resurrected to confront an even greater menace: the Origin. Neither fully alive nor entirely dead, Marcus exists in a fragile state of being, his essence fractured yet imbued with newfound power. As he grapples with his reforged abilities, he is thrust into a ceaseless battle against a rising darkness that threatens to unravel the fabric of existence itself. Guided by enigmatic allies and tormented by the ghosts of his past, Marcus uncovers a sinister conspiracy that transcends realms, blurring the boundaries between creation and destruction. With time slipping away and the line between himself and the Origin dangerously thin, Marcus must embrace his destiny as the final guardian of life or risk surrendering everything to the chaos of the Origin’s unrelenting wrath.
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Chapter: EPISODE 60                   SHADOWS BEHIND THE SILK
Previously, on The Sword of Vengeance One of the royal guards rushed ahead, pulling open the door of the carriage for Princess Lirl.Lord Azril paused at the entrance, his gaze narrowing at General Bale.Cold, sharp, and probing."You seem... unwell, Bale,"He said, raising an eyebrow.Caught off guard, General Bale straightened immediately, forcing calm into his posture.The weight of their earlier silent exchange still clung to his throat."Not at all, Your Majesty. I simply swallowed wrong. A lump, nothing more."His voice was steady, but his eyes betrayed the tremor of emotion still storming beneath.
Last Updated: 2025-04-10
Chapter: EPISODE 59           CALM BEFORE THE CRIMSON 
Previously on The Sword of VengeanceLord Azril moved with quiet authority, his boots clicking softly against the obsidian-tiled floor. Crimson robes trailed behind him, the gold-stitched runes catching hints of morning light that spilt through towering stained glass.He yawned, slowly wrapping a black rope around his shoulders, the motion casual—ritualistic. A man preparing for war under the guise of ceremony.Sunlight fractured through the glass above, spilling colours across the jagged scar that marked his cheek—a wound earned, a story never told.He stopped at the baluster, overlooking the festival grounds below.Far beneath him, the heartbeat of the city pulsed. Drums. Trumpets. Footsteps. Voices. Celebration thundered up with the morning mist like smoke rising from a fire not yet seen. Streams of people marched toward the Emperor’s palace, eager, blind, joyous.He leaned forward, palms pressing into the cold stone.Watching.Waiting.Then, came hoofbeats.Faint at fir
Last Updated: 2025-04-09
Chapter: EPISODE 58                   THE AWAKENING OF GACHIN
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance With deliberate intent, Lord Aluka stretched his hand into the void and a brilliant jade sword materialized in his grip, pulsating with ancient energy.Effortlessly, he raised the blade and brought it down upon the thick, enchanted chain.A deafening clang shattered the silence, sending shockwaves rippling through the four corners of the world. The chain ignited upon impact, glowing with intricate runes that flickered and dimmed before fading entirely.A crimson glow bled from the point of contact, and in an instant, the chain split apart.As if responding to his will, the jade sword vanished from Lord Aluka’s grasp. He took measured steps toward the bound figure of Gachin, his emerald flames flickering ominously in his palms.Wild, yet harmless, as if they were a natural extension of his being.He pressed his burning palm against Gachin’s forehead.The beast’s red, feral eyes fluttered open, hazy and sluggish, before sliding shut ag
Last Updated: 2025-04-03
Chapter: EPISODE 57                THE FALL OF THE GREAT FOUR
Previously, on Sword of VengeanceAnd thus, the heavens trembled.Not with fear.But with the weight of treachery.There were four who rose against the light.Huzx.Ygutch.Gachin.And the most dangerous of them all, the one whose existence was unlike any other.Salvatore.Born in perfection.Unlike the rest, Salvatore was sculpted to perfection, created in the exact image of mortals, embodying both masculine and feminine beauty in a seamless blend.A creature of awe. A being of worship.Salvatore’s voice was a miracle in itself—neither male nor female, but both. A sound so divine that it eclipsed the light of stars, more soothing than the softest melody of a violin. A single note could calm the raging storm and heal the wounds of the universe itself.It was a gift unlike any other.A gift that became a curse.For with beauty and power came pride. And from pride was born hunger, an insatiable thirst for more.Salvatore coveted the throne of the Supreme Triune.It began in whispers, s
Last Updated: 2025-04-01
Chapter: EPISODE 56                THE FORBIDDEN YEARNING 
Previously, on Sword of Vengeance What the hell is happening?Why couldn't he reach her, even in this world?Why did her face remain blurry, like a dream slipping from his grasp?Frustration surged through him, coiling in his chest like a beast ready to break free. His eyes snapped open, and with a guttural roar, a violent wind exploded from within.The force shattered the chains binding him, sending shockwaves rippling across the chamber.Windows shattered, jagged shards of glass slicing through the air. The warriors stationed outside were flung from their feet, tumbling like fallen leaves in a storm.Dust and debris rained down as coughs and groans filled the air.
Last Updated: 2025-03-31
Chapter: Episode 55                      FLEETING ECHOES OF FATE
Previously, on Sword Of Vengeance Deep within his core, Xena fought.The chains slithered from the abyss of his soul, their cold, unyielding grip tightening with every breath. He wrenched against them, every fibre of his being resisting their silent, insidious whispers. Yet, no matter how fiercely he struggled, they slipped through his defences like smoke—binding him, corrupting him, consuming him.A weight pressed against his chest, crushing, suffocating. His strength drained, his limbs turned leaden, and the last embers of resistance flickered.Then, outside, his body convulsed. Violently.A shudder rippled through him, an invisible force gripping
Last Updated: 2025-03-30
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