Garden Of The Abyss Chapter 51
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The raging flames of black that emitted from the volatile spears he planted into the creature's mouth held no mercy towards their own caster, roaring with a heat that began to pull away at his own flesh, turning his pale skin to a bright red, then a charcoal black. At this point, pain was hardly something he had focused on--only experiencing ecstasy after feeling the raw power of the spell to come, confirming to him that it was capable of ending this monster's reign of terror.
His own lips were scorched and torn by the sharp winds generated by the spell's ferocity, exhibiting a smile to match the monster's natural ghast. Every last ounce of mana he could find within his body was forced into the bursting spears, sizzling as they could barely maintain their form with the overflow of magical energy being thrust into them.
The blood that ran through his veins boiled under the unyielding flames, feeling his own lively essence cook him from the inside, his tongue bubbling up as it boiled all the same.
As stiff as his arm became, as weak as his body turned at the loss of mana, he continued to hold his hand forward as the relentless flames of his own making ate away at his flesh, giving everything he could to those spears that would rid Iris of her fears. The fact that time seemed to slow itself down to a near halt told him that he had indeed set himself on the path to the afterlife.
--Is my life going to start flashing before my eyes? If so, I'd like to see her smile then. I wish I had the strength or time to turn around and see her--even if I have to see those puffy, tear-filled eyes. Shed some of those tears for me, okay?
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The black spears began to lose their form, releasing an air of dark mana as they heated up in front of his eyes even further, scorching the creature's tongue before finally, the volatility he wished for manifested itself. An explosion of abyssal flames erupted all within a moment as time resumed for him, engulfing him in his own spell of destruction.
As he met with the utter destruction he caused, his own vision fell to the same darkness his magic invoked into reality.
--Ah. I'm dead, aren't I?
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The Last Primal
Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?
8 392I Wish You Well
They say resentment brings malice. She wonders if its true. Poor souls trapped in darkness. Tell me.... Would you wish them well too?
8 154Summer School In Another World
Josh and his friends, Bobby, Pepe, Manuel, and Erin had just graduated middle school and the summer was just starting. The plan was that they would have sleep overs, go camping, fishing, play video games and just not worry about going high school. Elementary and Middle School over it was time to have fun before that new stage in life called high school. All was going well, video games check, sleep over at Pepe's house check, camping and fishing was next on the list. Erin backyard had some woods behind it and that was where they would be camping. The night was filled with stories, games, marshmallow smores and some pop that Manuel had brought with him. They fell asleep thinking tomorrow would be as great as today, but tomorrow would change them forever. Now they are in a different world, a world they had not fallen asleep to. They and others are now stuck here, where they are slotted into roles like in a game. And they have to level and fight who knows what. And all they wanted was to have fun before starting high school. But the kind of fun in this new place includes getting hurt or possibility of sort of dying.
8 196NCT 19th Member
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8 113Falling For A Man Of The City
He stood up momentarily discarding his shirt, eliciting a small moan from me at the sight of his physique. His body would always take my breath away at the black ink and scars littered holding a story of their own. When my eyes moved down past his pectoral muscles to his pants I felt my breath hitch in my throat at the view of his manhood straining against the fabric. If I didn't feel shy with the way he was admiring me, I certainly felt shy when he reached out to remove my underwear. It was the first time I had ever allowed anyone to see a part of my body that I had been taught to guard fiercely so it was only natural that I look away feeling self-conscious. Considering I wasn't making any effort to hide it, he chuckled lightly making me blush when he went further to spread my thighs gently unveiling the secret that I had been yearning for him to see. "You have such a pretty pussy," were the words that came out as more of a growl. Turning to look at him, I found his eyes already watching me causing my chest to constrict in sweet agony, "I'm going to enjoy eating you, my little gazelle," he cooed gently falling to his knees in a prayer like motion. Only this form of prayer was far beyond holy but aimed to please and was sacred in its own way... ***When Aaliyah Winston waltzed into the city of New York in search of a new life, unexpectedly she is thrust into a world. She gains more than she bargained for once she catches the eye of the leader of the Mafia. Drenched in decadence and an allure that has her throwing all caution aside, he proves to be more than meets the eye. As they indulge in an attraction so powerful and addictive surpassing that of any drug it's in their aim for love, when family secrets and lies are exposed. It's quite a risk to allow a man like him into her bed. Yet the true test of whether they'll survive lies if she can accept hands that have been painted in blood holding her heart.
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