Sorcerer of Sorcerers
Aryan is a hardworking young man who becomes the sole breadwinner of his broken family at just eighteen. With a careless, alcoholic father and two helpless younger siblings depending entirely on him, Aryan sacrifices his education and works as a delivery boy to keep his family alive.
One tragic night, while returning home from work, Aryan is hit by a car with failed brakes and left to die on a deserted highway. Despite countless vehicles passing by, no one stops to help. Aryan dies thinking only about the fate of his younger brother and sister.
After death, Aryan awakens before a mysterious divine entity who reveals himself as the creator of the universe. Unable to return Aryan to his destroyed body, the being offers him a second life in a completely different world. Desperate to protect his siblings, Aryan begs for them to be reborn with him-and his request is granted.
Aryan and his siblings are reincarnated on Planet Swaraj, a dangerous and magical world filled with monsters, swordsmen, mages, and dragons. Aryan is granted a mysterious system that tracks his abilities and offers power through combat. To survive and protect his family, he must defeat strange creatures, level up, and unlock hidden powers.
Now reborn in a world where strength determines survival, Aryan begins his journey-not for glory or power, but to ensure that this time, his family will never be left helpless again.
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Chapter 4
Aryan was packing his books to leave for the Magician's Hall when suddenly his little brother and sister came running from behind and hugged him tightly. They barely reached up to his waist.
"Hey, you two woke up so early today?" Aryan asked with a smile.
"Yes! Because you're going today!" they both replied together.
"I'm not leaving forever," Aryan said softly, hugging them back.
"I'll be back by evening."
With that, Aryan stepped out of the house.
He put on his shoes and began flying toward the Magician's Hall.
Aryan had saved money to buy these magical flying shoes, which allowed him to fly anywhere easily. The only downside was that they consumed a huge amount of magical energy, which is why Aryan rarely used them.
But today was different.
The Magician's Hall itself was a city-sized college floating in the sky.
As Aryan flew forward, he noticed many others heading in the same direction, wearing their own magical shoes. Some were even traveling in magical vehicles-cars and trucks powered by magic.
Magical vehicles consumed far less magical energy than shoes and were much faster, but their starting price was five hundred gold coins
Magical vehicles consumed far less magical energy than shoes and were much faster, but their starting price was five hundred gold coins.
Aryan couldn't afford that yet.
That's why he was using the magical shoes.
Just then, a girl driving a magical truck approached Aryan mid-air.
"Hi, handsome! If you're heading to the Magician's Hall, why not ride with me? You'll reach faster-and you won't have to waste your magic," she said flirtatiously.
Before she could finish, another girl arrived in a sporty magic car.
"You don't deserve to sit in her boring truck. You should come with me," she said, glaring at the first girl.
The two immediately started arguing.
Before things could escalate, Sana arrived in her commander's extra-large magic car, grabbed Aryan, and drove away, leaving the two girls behind still fighting.
Before things could escalate, Sana arrived in her commander's extra-large magic car, grabbed Aryan, and drove away, leaving the two girls behind still fighting
Inside the car, Sana exploded in anger.
"Have you lost your mind? Flying all this distance using magic shoes-while I exist?"
"Do you even know how much energy you'll waste on the way? How will you attend your first class then?"
"Okay, okay-sorry!" Aryan said, holding his ears apologetically.
"It won't happen again."
Seeing him like that, Sana's anger slowly faded.
"Next time, don't do this. Or remember-I won't spare you," she warned.
"Got it! Never again," Aryan replied quickly.
Sana dropped Aryan at the gates of the Magician's Hall.
Only students and teachers were allowed inside.
"Alright, I'll come pick you up after class," Sana said.
"Okay," Aryan replied.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
Princess Babita was heading toward the Magician's Hall in a grand convoy of twenty to thirty magic cars, sitting in the center inside a luxury Branda magic vehicle.
Princess Babita was heading toward the Magician's Hall in a grand convoy of twenty to thirty magic cars, sitting in the center inside a luxury Branda magic vehicle
Branda was the most prestigious magic vehicle company in the world-
the Rolls-Royce of this realm.
Inside the car, Babita was lost in thoughts.
"Does he remember me?" she wondered silently.
At the Magician's Hall, Aryan was walking toward his class when a few senior students called him over.
Aryan instantly understood-
this was going to be ragging.
But he wasn't scared.
"Why are you wearing a mask? Is something wrong with your face?" one senior said arrogantly.
In reality, Sana had forced Aryan to wear the mask in the car.
"You've already attracted enough girls. Keep it on," she had said, acting like a jealous girlfriend.
Thinking about that, Aryan smiled inwardly.
"Hey! Take off the mask," another senior snapped.
Aryan didn't move.
"Looks like this newbie doesn't understand words," said a senior at Grand Tier level.
"I'll take it off myself."
As the senior stepped forward and reached for Aryan's mask-
Aryan grabbed his hand.
"What are you doing?! Let go!" the senior shouted.
"Free yourself," Aryan replied calmly.
No matter how hard the senior tried, he couldn't pull his hand free.
"Brothers! What are you staring at? Help me!" he yelled.
All the seniors released their magical power and rushed at Aryan.
Every one of them was at Grand Tier First Stage, some even Second Stage.
Even a Third Stage Grand Tier wouldn't be able to handle so many at once.
But Aryan... didn't even flinch.
He released the senior's hand, punched him down, and started fighting the rest using only his physical strength.
He released the senior's hand, punched him down, and started fighting the rest using only his physical strength
A First Tier human, with magic, could kill a thousand goblins.
These were Grand Tier elites-
And yet, Aryan was defeating them bare-handed.
One by one, they fell.
Suddenly-
A punch landed on Aryan's face.
It was their leader, Suryansh, at Grand Tier Fifth Stage.
The punch knocked Aryan's mask off.
At the gate, Princess Babita-who had been watching from afar with excitement-froze.
She recognized him instantly.
Seeing blood on his face, she rushed forward.
"Aryan... Aryan-!"
But her bodyguards stopped her.
Her nanny whispered,
"He'll be fine. Just watch."
Now Aryan was truly angry.
He released his power.
Everyone was stunned.
Grand Tier - Stage Eight.
Higher than even seniors a year older than him.
Suryansh panicked.
"Don't touch me! My elder brother is a teacher here! If you hurt me, you're finished!"
Aryan didn't slow down.
As he walked forward, the wound on his face began healing on its own.
The crowd was shocked.
Self-healing was rare even in the Royal Family.
And such fast regeneration-
even teachers didn't possess it.
Princess Babita felt proud of her choice.
Aryan punched Suryansh.
A deeper wound appeared on Suryansh's face than the one Aryan had suffered.
"Remember this," Aryan said coldly.
"Never try to play with my face again."
He turned to leave-
When suddenly, a voice echoed through the hall:
"How dare you cause such chaos inside the Magician's Hall?"
So... whose voice was it?
Has Aryan made a serious mistake?
To find out, keep reading - Jadugaro Ka Jaadugar. ✨🔥
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Palermo does not forgive.
Neither does it forget.
When Guerrero Valenti, the feared leader of the Vikings, vanished, the city exhaled a dangerous calm-but only for a moment. In the shadows, enemies waited. Rivals sharpened their knives. And one woman bore a secret that could ignite every street in the city.
Lucia Romano carried the child of a man who had disappeared into legend and rumor. A son who had not been claimed, not protected, not named.
The city whispered of him with venom: the bastard of the Vikings.
The boy was fragile, but he was a storm waiting to erupt. And every night, Palermo tested him. Masked men tried to snatch him from his crib. Fire, steel, and blood became his lullabies. Yet he survived. Every threat only sharpened his instincts, every scream hardened his mother's resolve.
But whispers spread faster than steel through the night-rumors of a man returning. A shadow that would claim everything, sparking fear in every heart:
Guerrero Valenti.
The father who abandoned him.
The legend whose name alone commands obedience.
The storm that will rise, carrying vengeance, blood, and fire.
And when he comes,
Every man who dared call the bastard his enemy will fall.
Every street, every roof, every whispered corner will bow to the son of Guerrero Valenti or be washed in blood.
This is the story of survival.
Of fire and steel.
Of a mother and her son.
Of a father's return.
Even the earth is getting ready to absorb blood ... the blood of those who call the legitimate son of the Vikings a "BASTARD", and collect necks........the necks of those fallen by the sword of GUERRERO VALANTI.
And upon his return Heads will bow to the one they called a BASTARD .
9.1
My husband, Dante Moretti, the feared Underboss, signed the divorce papers I slipped him without a glance. Too busy texting his true love, Sofia, he was blind to the annulment decree ending everything. The Reaper couldn't see the death of his own marriage.
For three years, I was Elena, his silent wife, the "Caged Canary," cleaning his messes while meticulously planning my escape from our loveless world.
He dismissed me for Sofia's every whim, publicly shaming me after a past love letter was read, then abandoning me again for her fake crisis.
That night, he violently shoved me against a wall, leaving me bleeding and concussed, rushing instead to protect Sofia. Discarded and injured, my invisible love became a weapon against me.
His crushing blindness, the cold realization I was a mere placeholder, fueled a profound injustice. How could he be so lethal, yet oblivious to his wife, favoring the one who betrayed him?
With chilling resolve, I uploaded Sofia's confession, initiated a massive financial transfer dismantling his empire, and staged my own death. Under a new identity, I fled to San Francisco, ready to build my power, far from his bloody, deceitful world.
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
And the system is already watching.
7.5
Raven Noir, stolen and sold at birth, a lethal assassin scarred by a decade-old rape, infiltrates billionaire Damien Blackwood's elite nightclub empire as stripper, her cover to get close enough to torture and kill the man who unknowingly fathered her daughter. Damien, captivated by her icy control and commanding presence, pulls her deeper with lucrative nights and charged intimacy. But when he encounters her identical twin, the buried memories flood back. Mistaking the twin for his victim, guilt drives him to propose marriage. Devastated, Raven faces an impossible choice: expose the truth, seize her revenge, or let obsession destroy them all in a dark, slow-burn thriller of betrayal and forbidden desire.
9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
7.5
I run my family's political dynasty with an iron fist. From my father’s Senate votes to my own calculated engagement, every move is mine to control.
Then, in a single evening, my ambitious stepmother made her play. She used our housekeeper as a spy and orchestrated a scandal involving my fiancé and stepsister, designed to shatter my reputation and power.
They thought they could break me. Within twelve hours, the spy was dead on the marble floor of my foyer. My fiancé’s family was blackmailed into silence. My stepsister was exiled to a Swiss boarding school, and I stripped my own father of his authority for his weakness.
As for my stepmother, Bronte, I had her declared mentally unstable and forcibly taken to a remote facility in Montana, completely cut off from the world.
Everyone saw a cold-hearted coup, but they didn't know the secret I held. I had proof that Bronte had systematically orchestrated my brother’s death years ago, all to position her own son to inherit everything. This wasn't about power; it was vengeance.
But winning the war at home has put me on a much deadlier board. Now, I'm preparing for a dinner with Eldridge Marsh—the most dangerous man in Washington—who wants to decide if I'm a player he can use, or a threat he needs to destroy.