《Before They Came (Magical Apocalypse)》Body Consolidation
Advertisement
Since I worked well past lunchtime, I grabbed a meal shake from the fridge, because those things are 'fresh' for years. This should keep me going till dinner. I hadn’t realized it due to the events of the past day or so, but I was fucking gross. I stank. I went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water. Nothing. Of course. No electricity, no shower. Maybe I could do one better. I grabbed the soap and conjured a constant stream of water from my palm and fingertips. Perfect. Within a few minutes, I was clean. I stepped out of the tub and banished the water there and on me. Towels are old school. I looked in the mirror; my tired face looked back at me. “Dude, gotta do something with the racoon eyes, and maybe some of these old acne scars can go too.” I poked around my face with my flesh magic for a bit. It was easier than I thought. The scars vanished, the current under the skin acne went away, and I tightened up the very beginnings of a double chin. If I can do that, what can I do with the rest of me? My desk job and pre-Ripple life choices had been less than kind to me over the past couple years. I parked my naked body in front of the full length mirror and started from the neck down. I removed some stretch marks and old scars, and I grew out my nails a bit from my hand and enchanted them to be much more durable. I used to bite my nails, but if they were as hard as stone, then that wouldn’t be a problem anymore. I shrank some of the desk job pudge away. Now for the hard part. I need more muscle.
Advertisement
The current body I have is weak. It’s human. Offense has to start from the body. I went and got my pocket generator and held it in my hands, letting it flow full tilt. I lay down and began to work on my body, my flesh magic was more than happy to bend to my will. My body started to shake as exercise was simulated, muscle fibers snapping and regrowing, bone cells growing harder and more dense. After about an hour of almost vibrating out of my skin, I was exhausted and ravenous. It was like going to the gym and dieting hardcore for three years rolled into one yoga session. I needed to freaking shower again. The floor was covered in sweat and nastiness. I conjured water over everything and banished it. I could make a fortune as a maid. The fifteen steps to the kitchen was the longest hike of my life. I got to the counter, found the vitamins and downed a handful, slugging down some conjured water. I ate some canned soup from the pantry and four of the meal shakes. I was too tired for the rest of the day. I had even forgotten to plant the damn acorns.
I woke up to screeching. Horrible, high-pitched, angry screeching, and I was naked on the couch. I fumbled around in the dark for my equipment. It wasn’t even the next day, but there wasn’t a clock to make me be specific. I could barely make out my things, but fear made me fast. In less than two minutes I had my stuff put on and weapons in my hands. My new fancy shield gauntlet was on as well. I had nothing prepared for the night; I hadn’t even wanted to consider what might be out there at this point. The screeching stopped. I conjured a handful of the flashbang pebbles and put them in my pocket. Being so used to making them made it a fast process. I conjured two more and held them in my left hand with my pistol in my right. My knife was in it’s sheath on my belt. I need light, a constant source. I quickly conjured a rod of crystal and shoved some energy into it, making it a makeshift glow rod. I walked through my house, just to make sure it was secure and that nothing had gotten in. I wanted to go to the windows to look outside, but I really didn’t want to attract any attention. I turned off my the glow rod and sat on the couch, waiting. After a few minutes, a faint scratching sound came from the windows on the side of the living room. I looked at the direction of the noise but still didn’t see anything. Now, my windows weren’t perfectly see through, but the star light should have illuminated a shadow. I sat there in silence, just waiting for the dawn to break. This is not a good start to my day.
Advertisement
Advertisement
- In Serial36 Chapters
Mirefall
Stars rain from the sky. They shatter the earth, and their ichor fills her wounds. Mire. The sacred substance which either kills or transforms any living thing it touches. That which remakes the world. All eighteen-year-old Nikessa's ever wanted was to be a chryshunter--one of those whose work it is to seek out and dig up the magical fossilized remains of ancient mirefallen beasts. But when she's made an heir after the death of her cousin, she's forced to give up her dreams and travel to her birthplace--even as stars fall, new and horrible beasts roam the land, and tensions mount between nations. There she's to learn which seat of power will be hers--and to which five of the Mirelands' other heirs she'll be betrothed. But things at the capitol are not well, and some of those whom she once trusted prove traitorous. In the midst of a violent coup, Nik finds herself relying on powers she can barely fathom to fight an enemy she never imagined...all for a throne she doesn't even want. But if it means saving the lands and people she loves, she's more than ready to wear the crown.
8 187 - In Serial14 Chapters
Dream Dungeon
Welcome to the dream dungeon. Ely suddenly finds himself in a mysterious dungeon accessed only through sleeping. Many people are drawn into this dream world, confused and mystified. Those in this dungeon must kill monsters to survive; maybe even each other. Join Ely as he struggles to survive a ruthless environment. What replaces his rest is untold trauma. What seems like an innocent game trope turns into a nightmare. This is a story of tragedy and the path to ultimate power. All in the hopes of an uncertain survival. _________ This fiction has NOT been abandoned. I made a haughty promise earlier to not worry because I'll continue this series, and with things lately, I've only proved myself a liar. Further promises dwindled, and I've lost trust. So many things have been going on recently that I've been booked. I will refrain from making any future guarantees or promises as my busy schedule will stay with me for a long long while. Time for me to actually spend on writing and revising won't appear until at the least November 19. I won't say expect that's when I'll restart, but you can expect expecting it to maybe happen. That's really shallow. But with everything going on, I've let my small reading base down. I apologize. I still stick by my statement though that I won't abandon this project. I plan to stick it to the end, no matter the delay. Most importantly, thank you everyone; readers who both like and dislike my work. I appreciate your time spent on my dumb imagination. Stay toasty my readers in this winter season. Cheers. UPDATE: We're back on track. Thank you for your patience. Any future readers, heyo! Glad you're here. UPDATE 2: So far it's been 21 days since I last uploaded a chapter. The best thing done for any fiction, no matter how good it is, is that it continues, and I have a bad history with that. 1 fiction on hiatus and already more delays with less than 20 chapters in this fiction. I've been very preoccupied with adding more things to do in my life rather than actually committing to any particular thing. That applies primarily to this. I cannot abandon this, as busy as my future looks and will look as I get busier and busier. Someday, I hope, I will be able to sit down and just write. just. write. But for now, I ask for patience. I suppose I'm glad this fiction hasn't picked up so that I don't disappoint too many people if any really. But I need to commit and it's going to happen sometime and sometime soon. No more flowery words. I'll see you later. UPDATE 3: It's very evident I won't be able to pick up this story for a while. With AP Testing, competitions, and other things I am busier than ever. But I must complete this fiction. I have too. Until next time. UPDATE 4: It is now the summer. I owe everyone an apology. Chances are, nobody's around to see this, and that is okay. I only blame myself for this sort of brokenness of a fiction, not that it is actually that bad but I am just exaggerating it for dramatic effect.But what's not exaggerated is the severity of my broken promise. I apologize for my naive claims about finishing a novel that I couldn't finish and that I didn't have the discipline to finish. Nor the skills, really, I was and am still an immature writer.What is to place now? I want to make it clear I understand this is my fault. I will man up to this. And I will accept any criticism. I understand I messed up. Reading Stephen King's On Writing made it clear to me that I need to do two things:Read lots.And write lots.I have done neither. If I don't have the time to read often, how do I expect to write? I need to become more experienced. I need to become a serious writer.So if I want to dream of continuing, I need to at least fulfill both requirements. I enjoy writing. I haven't written seriously outside of school in a while. I planned to write this summer and finish this. I made a lot of promises that I didn't keep.So there's that. I won't enact any self-pity, or be foolishly obsessed. What I did was wrong, and I must deal with it. I let down readers. And I apologize.I hope I can find forgiveness. This is a writer's sin.I won't promise I'll finish this. I intend to finish this, at some point, because writing is fun and I want to write. But how things are don't reflect that. Maybe I'll finish this at some point. Maybe I won't. I won't be naive to make that promise.I thank everyone who has read this if this is the end. If not, and hopefully not, I thank everyone who is to read future chapters. I thank everyone who allowed me to live in the miniscule little dream of mine as I passed my days. I thank everyone who cares enough to read this. Until next time, peace everyone. Thank you. You are all great readers and great people. I wish everyone the best in whatever reading/writing endeavors follow you henceforth.
8 72 - In Serial7 Chapters
The Worst Proposal Ever
What is a servant meant to do when he is forcefully thrust into the Golden Crown, an order of magic that fights monsters, diseases, and disasters for the sake of humanity? Could it get worse? Yes, yes it can. The Grand Mage creates a tournament for his daughter's hand in marriage. Of course, she has other ideas and blackmails Anon to compete and win so he can win and divorce her. Anon will have to deal with both dreams that aren't his own and arrogant mages that despite wanting nothing to do with him can't leave him alone.
8 128 - In Serial13 Chapters
Triple Orb Academy
In the parallel world of Zeffernon, magic is equivalent to science. Magic is explored and used everyday, and it is something that cannot be eliminated. Since magic is drawn from the blood, it can never disappear from the world. This story is also posted on fictionpress.com and vicslab.com.
8 112 - In Serial44 Chapters
Roads (H.S.)
"Niekas nesakė, kad bus lengva kovoti už tai, ko trokšti labiausiai..."
8 96 - In Serial51 Chapters
The Love Deal {Jeon Jungkook Fanfiction}
________ ⚠️🔞Mature content🔞⚠️________"Let's make a deal. You have to respond to my kiss with passion, love, and everything and if you do it ill let you go." He released my cheeks and grabbed my waist pulling me closer to him with the same hand. He leaned in making my breathing hitched. "Until then I'll have all the right to touch you, kiss you whenever I want and wherever I want." His last three words send chills down my spine. But his actions took me by surprise, he nibbled on my earlobe while pressing me on the wall."And don't worry we'll not have sex. Until I can control."Status: CompletedEditing:#1 - 15/8/20 - 7/11/20#2 - 19/4/21 - 2/5/21Ranking:#1 Hana#1 Kookie#1 internationalplayboy#1Hyuna#2 Taetae#2 btsarmy#90 Fanfiction
8 176

