Ghostwriterr

"They say power corrupts... but what if corruption was the price of power?"

Lucian never sought power—he only wanted to save his grandfather. But when he inherits the Book of Envy, a cursed tome that grants desires at a terrible cost, he is thrown into a world where the strong devour the weak.

To master the book, he must train under Veyren, the twisted holder of the Book of Lost. Along the way, he meets Kael, a skilled swordsman with the Book of Blades—a boy whose abilities Lucian secretly covets.

Betrayal, obsession, and an unstoppable hunger for strength drive Lucian down a path of no return.

But what happens when he faces a power too great to steal?

A dark fantasy tale of ambition, sacrifice, and the descent into power.

Hollow Crown: The Book of Envy

The ruins stretched before them, broken stone and crumbling towers swallowed by the dark. A distant wind howled through the wreckage, carrying the scent of rusted iron and something deeper—the presence of something unnatural.

Kael moved ahead with confidence, his katana resting against his shoulder. "Stay sharp. This place isn't empty."

Lucian followed, his fingers hovering near the Book of Envy, feeling its steady pulse against his chest.

Kael didn't even look tense. His movements were effortless, his steps quiet, natural—like he belonged on a battlefield.

Lucian hated how easy it was for him.

They moved deeper into the ruins, stepping over collapsed pillars and dried bloodstains. Lucian's mind wouldn't quiet.

Kael was better. Faster, stronger, more natural.

Lucian had always been quick, smart—but he had to work for it.

Kael moved like someone who had never known failure.

The whisper curled in his mind. Envy's voice.

"His skill, his instinct—you could take it. You deserve it more than him."

Lucian exhaled sharply, forcing the thoughts away.

From the darkness ahead, something moved. Heavy, slow—too large to be human.

Kael's grip tightened around his katana. "It's here."

Lucian felt it too—a pressure in the air. Something beyond them.

From the shadows, it stepped forward.

A towering figure, wrapped in jagged armor, its presence swallowing the ruins in silence.

Eyes like burning embers locked onto them.

Lucian's breath hitched. This wasn't just another opponent.

Kael smirked. "Looks like we get a real fight."

Watched as Kael moved with perfect footwork, his blade slicing through the air like lightning.

Watched as the creature barely kept up, its massive strikes missing by inches.

Watched as Kael controlled the battlefield with absolute mastery.

And Lucian felt it creeping in again.

"He shouldn't be the one leading this fight."

The Book pulsed against his chest, the hunger growing stronger.

A Blade Worth Taking