vikram betal

In the age before time, King Vikramaditya swore a blood oath to capture the ghost known as Betaal. But every tale the ghost tells brings him closer to madness — and the truth that the real curse lies within his own soul. In a land where myths breathe, forests bleed, and gods whisper from the dark, one king will walk through endless nights to uncover who he truly is… before the story devours him. A dark retelling of the Vikram-Betaal legend — filled with horror, divine guilt, and forgotten history.

The Famous Indian Folk-tale... Vikram-Betaal

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Viking is a tale about a modern man who is forced into a Medieval world where he becomes a Viking. Adopted by a small village.

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The cold stone hall was dimly lit with flickering torches. Shadows stretched long across the floor. At the far end of the room, the King sat high on his throne, surrounded by High Lords, Generals, and Counselors. Silence hung thick in the air as the Ice Viking entered. He stood in the center, arms at his side, eyes forward. “Viking,” the King called from his seat. Varnok didn’t move. “Yes,” he replied flatly. One of the High Lords stood up in anger. “In the presence of your King—you kneel!” The knights draws their Swords. Varnok stayed still. “You’re not my king,” he said calmly. The King raised a hand. The knights lowered their swords. “Let him be,” the King said, leaning forward. “Ice Viking… step forward.” Varnok walked slowly across the cold stone floor. “There is war between the Vikings and this kingdom,” the King said. Varnok kept walking. “It’s your kingdom,” he answered. “That has nothing to do with me.” The lords murmured in outrage. “You think they’ll stop there?” the King asked, raising a hand for silence. “You know what those animals are like. Vikings… they don’t stop until they’ve burned everything to ash.” “And yet I’ve protected the village just fine,” Varnok said. “Without your help. Like it’s always been.” “Without my help, there’d be no village to protect,” the King snapped. “There is a village,” Varnok said, meeting his eyes. “And not once have you offered it your help.” “King... please. What an excuse.” The king nodded toward the general standing beside him. Without hesitation, the general stepped forward and struck Varnok across the face. Then a second punch to the stomach. Finally, a heavy kick to the leg. Varnok dropped to one knee. “Good,” the King said, tipping his goblet and pouring wine over Varnok’s head. “Like the animal you are.” Murmurs filled the hall. > "What an animal." "Fits clearly—a dog." "All Vikings should just die." "Disgusting things." The King laughed with joy as he was Pleased by the words of the people. He leaned forward again, with his voice low. “Maybe we should start with your wife… and child.” The room fell into a deadly stillness. Varnok’s eyes snapped open—glowing bright, ice-blue. A shiver cut through the entire hall. The ground began to vibrate. Goblets trembled. Torches flickered lower. Then came his voice—cold, deep, inhuman. Like the cracking of ancient glaciers. “If a single breath so much as brushes their skin…” “I will bring down such ruin upon this kingdom that even the crows will starve for lack of flesh. I will freeze your rivers. Silence your bells. And watch your palace rot from the inside—As your screams echo in halls no one dares enter. Pray your tongue forgets their names… before I remember yours.” No one moved everywhere was silent. Even the air seemed too afraid to stir.

"Küçük tavşancık, küçük tavşancık. Kurt AÇ!" Ses benimle alay ediyor, ardından şeytani bir kahkaha geliyor. "Koş, tavşan. KOŞ!" Korkunç bir gürleme gece gökyüzünü delip geçti ve ruhuma bir balyoz gibi çarptı. Vücudumun her yanını kaplayan bir ürperti ve göğsümde çarpan kalbimi hissedebiliyordum. Ulumaların ve kahkahaların yankıları hayatım için koşarken arkamdan beni takip ediyordu. Elisabeth'in hayatı çocukluğundan beri çoğu insanınkinden daha zordu - mesafeli ve sıklıkla acımasız bir anne ve hayatını ele geçiren bitmeyen bağımlılık döngüsü. Ancak bu kaderli gecede, karanlıkta çok daha uğursuz bir şey pusuda bekliyor, onu her şeyden uzaklaştırmaya hazırdı. Devasa figürler aniden ortaya çıktı, hırlıyor ve onunla alay ediyorlardı. Çığlık atmaya çalıştı, ama sesi çıkmadı; ne olduğunu anlamadan, Viking kurtadamların yanlarında gizemli perilerle hüküm sürdüğü bir dünyada uyandı. Her beş yılda bir, insan alemine seyahat ediyor, eş koşuları için on kız topluyorlardı - ve bu gece, Elisabeth onlardan biriydi. Sadece beyaz bir elbise ve çıplak ayaklarıyla, Elisabeth diğer dokuz kızın yanında dururken canavarlar tehditkar bir şekilde etraflarında dolaşıyordu. Gümüş bir hançer her birinin bileğini deldi, avın başladığını işaret ediyordu! "Ay tanrıçasını onurlandırıyoruz; kanınız eşinizi size yönlendirsin!"

Two brothers around the age's of 25 get blipped into a world ruled by Vikings and now have to build a new life without Technolgy. They join a village go through their new life becoming Vikings themselves.

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!