Sacrificed to Summon a Shattered God Fantasy Action Adventure
In a world overrun by demons, humanity is forced to survive in walled cities under the personal protection of their gods. When Derzina's city comes under attack, her goddess rushes to defend it only to be slain. Deprived of their guardian, the people of the city concoct a ritual to return her to them. However, the ritual requires a vessel to be offered to the goddess. Derzina, a lowly initiate, is chosen as the sacrifice for her goddess' resurrection.
At least one new chapter will be posted every week. On hiatus.
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1. 1 - The Ritual
2. 2 - Sally Forth
3. 3 - Duel with the Demon Lord
4. 4 - Invasion
5. 5 - Eye of the Storm
6. 6 - Breaking the City
7. 7 - Last Stand
8. 8 - Into the Blight
9. 9 - Seeking Knowledge
10. 10 - The Grove
11. 11 - Soarister's Servant
12. 12 - Taking Stock
13. 13 - The Unknown Threat
14. 14 - Fields of Crystal
15. 15 - Into the Rift
16. 16 - The Gate
17. 17 - City of the Mad God
18. 18 - Reinforcements
19. 19 - The Choosing
20. 20 - The King's River
21. 21 - Servants of the Gods
22. 22 - The Whims of Gods and Wizards
23. 23 - Brtet
24. 24 - Dark Dreams
25. 25 - City of The Triumvirate
26. 26 - Lady of the Splendrous Host
27. 27 - The Grand Tour
28. 28 - The Temple of Shadow
Apocalypse Born
The world as we know it ends in the year 2000. Over the course of a week, billions die and the survivors are faced with a reality that no longer makes sense. Can they fight back against wizards, monsters, and robots in a world where none of the old rules seem to apply, and their only ally is a mysterious heads-up display that reads like a particularly uninterested narrator? Well, that part of the story's mostly done. Hunter, instead of being alive in the age of heroes and martyrs, bravely fighting for the future of his entire planet, is born in 2003. By the time he can walk and talk, humanity has already fought back the worst of its demons and settled into its new status quo. What's an easily bored kid supposed to do in the Midwest when there's all this magic and nothing to do with it?
8 92Angel Eyes. (English Version.)
Remember that I still with you.
8 78NEVER SPLIT THE PARTY: The Adventures of The Creeping Bam (BOOK TWO: One Cold Trail)
After their fateful misadventure in the mountainous Norther Reaches of RUNDAO, a dark new threat to all of RUNDAO has been revealed to the mercenary band of THE CREEPING BAM and their newest member, half-orc bandit SHAYLINE SWIFT-KILL. Returning their hard-won cargo to THE SILVER ORDER in their city stronghold in BAVAT, they find their well-deserved rest will have to rest – half-elf wizard GAEL FOXTAIL’s father has disappeared while performing an investigation in the coastal city of UNTERMER, and it’s up to our motley crew to find him. As a son of Untermer, wily bakaneko thief ART OF SHADOWS is the perfect choice to lead the way, but he has ghosts of his own to face as their investigation brings them into the orbit of the THIEVES GUILD. But there are daker forces at work here, and as they uncover a dark conspiracy and form an uneasy alliance with a trio of tough sellswords with their own stake in the game, led by dwarven warrior THELGAEWYNN FROSTFORGE, the Creeping Bam begin to suspect this may be connected to that unfinished business they started back up north … This is a love letter and homage to the high-fantasy worlds of the tabletop RPGs like Dungeons & Dragons, Pathfinder and Warhammer and the sword & sorcery cinema and literature I fell in love with as a kid growing up in the 80s, from Robert E. Howard’s Conan the Barbarian (and the awesome Schwarzenegger movie, STILL my favourite fantasy film EVER), The Lord of the Rings and The Hobbit and Ron Howard and George Lucas’ Willow, to the more grown-up and edgy worlds of grimdark masters George RR Martin and (my all-time favourite) Joe Abercrombie, as well as a BIG DOLLOP of Terry Pratchett’s immortal Discworld series. IMPORTANT: This story contains material which some readers may consider to be mature, such as battle violence, some strong language and occasional mild sexual scenes. If this is not your kind of thing, this story is not for you. I am also serializing this story on Tumblr, Wattpad, Quotev and Sweek.
8 135Envy
Are memories what make us human? Or is it something else? Follow our protagonist as she travels to another world just after she has recovered from an accident that left her barely alive and with no memories. She only survived, because of an experimental treatment that she had undergone, but something went wrong, something that changed her forever.
8 73Eein Saga
In a desert province, the sudden arrival of a foreign nation brings war and slavery. A young girl Aya and her friends, facing adversity are introduced to a secret sect, offering great powers and wonders and refuge. They embark on helping to fight for their freedom to explore the new world she is thrust into and the right of revenge. Met with problem after problem and the scale of the Nation they are going up against leads the group to be at the edge of the sword at every turn. Follow Aya as they carve up the world! In this age of Civil Turmoil! Will Deceit and Evil corrupt the young girls' heart!**WARNING!**Also, my first Novel ever written. Cover art is done by Me! This is not your typical revenge, happy go lucky story.... you'd be ill-advised to think so! Follow me on For art and lore about the world THIS PROJECT IS ON PAUSE WHILE I FINISH SCHOOLING...IT WILL RETURN IN EVIDENTLY TWO PLUS MONTHS OR SO....
8 78GLADIUS // Eret X Reader
PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4---Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword.---Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy.""And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.
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