《All Days Shall Be Numbered ; A LitRPG》The Door ; The Eye
Advertisement
Three thousand years ago, there was a city that sank beneath the waves; three thousand years ago, before the seas swallowed it whole, the city had been beautiful.
Now, the marble columns were shattered and stuck crookedly out of the seabed like broken teeth, crusted with dripping weeds and barnacles. The grand domes of once-beautiful temples were cracked open, the mosaics of their tiled floors shattered, the murals of their walls washed away by the briny sea. Only scuttling crabs lived here now.
But today, the sea had been lifted back.
A dome-shaped barrier had appeared over the ancient city, pushing the waters away. Fish flopped on the ground, suddenly drowning in air.
At the center of the city there was a grand cathedral, a temple that had once been a wonder of the world. Now, its marble was tarnished to an ugly grey, its gold faded to green. Within the empty halls, the steady drip of water made everything gloomy.
At the heart of the temple was a black iron door. It stood ten feet high, emblazoned with the symbols of the seven planets and the vast sun.
Three figures stood in the door’s shadow, here in a city that had been forgotten by the world.
One of them was almost human, albeit with silver scales scattered in glittering constellations across her face, running down the sides of her neck, joined seamlessly with pale blue flesh. Gemstones of every shape and color orbited the top of her head, a miniature solar system of peridots, agates, sapphires. She leaned against a sheathed sword, sitting atop a ruined wall. “I thought you could open any door.”
“This? This is an evil spirit. It just happens to be door-shaped.” Her companion knelt before the door, groaning and fussing over a diagram drawn in blood. Words in evil languages lined the outside of circles, complex fractal patterns diving inwards from triangular bases. His hands were beginning to shake from blood loss, drawing each new character by slicing open his palm and dipping a golden pen into the wound. A new cut for every word.
Advertisement
The third man was quit unamused by his companions bickering, shaking his horned, eyeless head. He was a hulking creature, utterly inhuman except in the rough shape of having two arms, two legs. As they talked, he chased a crab across the floor, stomping after the tiny creature with his heavy boots.
With a delighted laugh, the mage joined the last interlinked rune and carefully held his pen outside the circle to shake off clinging drops of his blood. “Done, done! Let’s see it hold up against this.”
Scrambling to his feet and dusting off his robes, he held his hands aloft. The rings on his skinny fingers gleamed in the half-light as he wove complex patterns. One by one, the runes lifted up from the floor, beginning to rotate in the air.
“By my blood-” Streams of bright crimson blood flew from his mutilated hand, wrapping around his pen as he hefted it like a spear.
“By my will-” Cascading yellow light spread up his arm, entering the bloodspear and causing it to shift from ruby to gold.
“By the fiery Dismat and the winds of Almat. Be broken!” The runes collapsed into the spear in the moment before he threw it, replicating themselves across its surface and making it more solid, more real. It flew from his hand with an explosive burst of force that sent billowing winds throughout the temple, forcing his companions to cover their faces as a miniature gale sprung up at the point of release.
All that force and power slammed into the door and went right through it, vanishing into the black iron without a trace. Like a stone dropped into dark waters.
“What!” The words exploded off his lips in a spray of spittle, more outrage than actual question. His face had gone pale, his wounded hand trembling like a leaf as threads of red wound their way down his fingers. With a sudden gasp he fell down on his ass.
Advertisement
And then the door began to shift. Ripples spread across the rusted surface, and a vast eye swelled out of the metal, blinking slowly open. A brilliant, starry light spilled from its pupil, the iris a galaxy-whirl of tiny pinprick stars arranged in a wheel around that glowing core. Colors that had never been seen on the face of the earth existed within that eye.
Like he was a puppet on a string, the mage jerked up to his feet and began to walk. The horn-headed man almost stepped forward to stop him, but he found his companion’s arm suddenly barring his way, the scaled woman only shaking her head. Too late.
Their friend left a mad laugh echoing behind him as he dived towards the blinding light of the iris and vanished, passing through the metal without trace just as his spear had.
The eye blinked shut and vanished.
“He could be alive…” The giant offered, in the silence and gloom that descended afterwards.
“He could be alive.” The woman repeated, tone grim. “But he’s not.”
After a long, ugly pause, the giant spoke again. “What I don’t understand is why. If their magic was this strong, why seal it away? Why are we here chasing what someone else discarded like so much trash?”
“They were insane like that. Always were, probably still are.” The woman’s mind was elsewhere, clearly, her eyes fixed on the rust-patterned doorway. “We need another mage. A human one would be best. The door might only open for its makers.”
“It’s going to be a while before there are any human mages.”
“Yes. Which is why we’ll need something to defend this place while we search.” Reaching into her sky blue robes, the woman drew out a tiny glass box, a blot of living shadow writhing within. The giant took a large step back.
“Crows, where the fuck did you get that.” His eyes were wide, his hand instinctively settling on the hilt of his sword.
“From our benefactor. We should go before it wakes up.” Lifting her foot, she stomped down, cracking the glass open. What remained was only a dark stain on the floor. A stain that began to slowly spread outwards.
Advertisement
Madness, with a pinch of salt
The kingdom of Triciella lies in a picture-perfect fantasy world, complete with sparkling magic and loyal knights and a sunny-haired, kind hearted heroine. Like all good fictional settings, she must save the kingdom from the evil powers that be, very conveniently falling in love with a lost prince in the process, and invoking the wrath of an unjust villainess. And like all proper villainesses, the infamous Lady Joanna has to find new, creative ways to ruin the life of the aforementioned heroine. But alas! Like all things bound by predestined rules, the story never goes as planned.
8 64Sages of the Underpass: Battle Artists Book 1
In a world where everyone has power, Nikodemus Kowalczyk was always destined to be a loser. Nikko has long since given up on his dreams of being a world class Battle Artist. Thanks to his crippled core and dysfunctional family, he never stood a chance anyway. With money, fame, and untold power on the line, the corporations decide who wins. End of story. But when a mysterious group, calling themselves the Sages of the Underpass, threaten to upend the entire system with their unorthodox training and cultivation methods, Nikko soon learns that what was once a handicap might be his greatest asset. The only thing standing in his way is a bitter, hard-hearted veteran, who would like nothing more than to see Niko stay in his place. Right at the bottom. Rocky meets Dragon Ball Z in this underdog redemption story from Dragon Award Finalist Aaron Michael Ritchey. Sages of the Underpass is an epic blend of Urban Fantasy, Cultivation, and Magical MMA that captures the passion, the power, and the perseverance it takes to follow your dreams—no matter what kind of artist you are.
8 92The Alpha and the Vigilante✔️
BOOK 1 OF THE GIFT CHRONICLES••• When the Moon Goddess created the first werewolves, she split one soul between the two of them, thus creating a perfect soulmate for every werewolf thereafter, known as their mate. Upon the birth of a werewolf, she assigns them with a supernatural ability, known as their Gift•••Ares is a killer. During the day, she is busy fulfilling her duties as the Gamma of her pack. However, before anyone wakes, she sneaks out to unclaimed territory and assassinates rogues to avenge her parents' murder. The Moon Goddess made the mistake of granting her the ability to materialize weapons at will, and Ares fully intended to use her powers as much as she could to deal out vigilante justice. Cain, the cruel Alpha of the Blood Lake Pack, has given up on finding his mate. At 28 years old, it seems unlikely that he will ever find her. All hope is lost until he meets the shockingly violent Gamma from a neighboring pack. His only problem is, she won't go with him easily. Highest Ranks: #1 in Love• 8/7/19#1 in TeenFiction• 8/30/19#1 in Luna• 9/2/19#1 in Rogue•8/9/19#6 in Werewolf•8/12/19 #7 in Alpha•8/12/19#3 in Mate•9/2/19#1 in Supernatural•8/20/19#1 in Assassin•8/30/19
8 600Freddie Weasley
This story follows, Freddie Weasley the daughter of Charlie Weasley. Since her father cares for magical creatures she lives with her cousins. She is very adventurous and a prankster like her namesake. This is a next-generation Harry Potter fanfiction. The story is also posted on archiveofourown.org Wattpad.com webnovel.com and harrypotterfanfiction.com
8 220Who we are on the inside (Avengers x Marvel Agents of shield crossover)
What if the Avengers wanted two new recruits? What if they wanted inhumans? What happens when they meet Daisy Johnson and Robbie Rayes? Will they accept them for who they really are?
8 197Bewitching Illusions (Part II)
Hi loves! I have unpublished all the chapters, save one.If you can, check out my new book on K I N D L E &on A M A Z O Nthe title of my new book is Bewitching Illusions: Yandere Prince.Please feel free to read my new book (Bewitching Illusions: Yandere Prince) on K I N D L E : $ 6. 99 U.S. dollars. A M A Z O N : $ 11. 99 U.S. dollarsgrab a copy of the book now. ❤️
8 127