Kutley

Orin Stonewood rises from a prestigious smithing family in the Astral Kingdom. Wealth, recognition, excellence, and charisma - he had it all. But life from twenty-five ended on such terms for him. He falls victim to a dark ritual. The fate after this mystery was to rise and fall in every life he reincarnates in. The ninth reincarnation made him Zmey Ashbane. Into a world of terrifying, exciting tales. It seemed as if every encounter in this world wanted to tie him down for some reason. But he knew his goal. To break free from the ritual and rise as a master of fate, not its pawn.

(Update rate: 28 new chapters a week)

(The book has a slow progression. If, after reading up to chapter 100, nothing in this story interests you, that means it isn’t for you.)

Due to the progression, I will lock the novel at chapter 60.

Age of Beast Tamers and Exorcists

Magnus Alaric heard a knock on his door. He had engrossed himself in making a note with his calligraphy pen before then.

He raised his head in time, looking at the door until the third knock came. And then he said,

Almost as soon as he granted passage, the door creaked open. Lys stomped inside. Alaric locked his eyes on him, tilting his head. Lys stood there, eyes showing terror as though he had seen a phantom.

Alaric sighed and returned to making notes as though he had lost interest in what was at stake.

"Speak," he said in a low, commanding tone.

Lys stuttered, sweat oozing in his palm. "A male Necrot..."

Warm breeze slapped the back of his neck, passing through the open window behind him. The calligraphy pen dropped from his hand, and he shifted his glance to Lys with care.

A flicker of concern and worry crossed his face.

Ashbane's Chronicle