Rising Web Novels

In the foundry city of Hazor-Mor, bronze is the measure of power, cast into church bells and naval broadsides. Tamarath is the most skilled founder in the yard, quietly pouring heresy into every cannon she casts for the tyrannical High Patriarch. Enter Kelalim, a provost marshal whose name clears the taverns and whose firing squads never miss. When Kelalim takes command of her casting pits, Tamarath knows one mistake means the scaffold. Yet Kelalim sees through her defiant mask and finds an obsession he cannot extinguish. Surrounded by roaring furnaces and impending naval war, their lethal game of cat-and-mouse turns into an uncontrollable, dangerous desire.

Some martial sects seek enlightenment atop misty peaks. The Kettle-Claw Alliance seeks dinner. Across the scorched plateaus of the outer realms, Gijsbert van der Meulen and his heavyweight grapplers wander with a six-ton bronze pot strapped to their oxen, convinced that martial perfection is achieved by suplexing apex beasts into broth. But when the immaculate Iron-Braid Empire begins capturing the legendary horned leviathans to breed a world-crushing war herd, cooking becomes rebellion. To protect the wild planes, Gijsbert, spear-wielding chef Femke, and an increasingly horrified captive aristocrat must wrestle the continent's fiercest monsters before the warlord can saddle them. In this sect, honor isn't given—it's braised slowly over cedar wood.

Klaasje Blaauw has never met a creature she couldn't soothe. Her psychic empathy and calm pulse have made her the most requested companion-beast handler on the continental sky-gondola lines. But her skills are tested when she is summoned to first class to handle an emergency: Lord Joris van der Meer, the mainland's most illustrious sun-falcon shifter envoy, is having a catastrophic bout of air sickness.

Terrified of turbulence and shedding fiery golden feathers all over the silk furniture, Joris is one air pocket away from setting the transport ablaze. Klaasje steps into his suite with dried mango slices and unflappable patience. As the gondola glides across sunlit mountain peaks, Joris finds solace in Klaasje’s gentle touch—and reasons to stay grounded by her side.