《An ordinary novel but every 10,000 words the audience kills the least interesting character》💀 3 💀
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While the beast was licking its wounds, Tarquin huddled everyone together. He felt a stranger in his own skin. It was impossible to say how much the Italian woman had stolen, but what he knew was this: his wife, his mother, and his son were absent from his memories.
In the park, he remembered pulling and pushing an empty set of swings, whooping with joy, looking aside occasionally to an abandoned bench, and after he'd had his fun he perched on the edge of a picnic blanket and winced through a packet of vinegar crisps while other families played around him.
He thought of his summerhouse, and recalled only an empty shed.
What... what was his son's name? How old was he? Had he ever even had one? Tarquin clenched his fists, ablaze in rage.
"Thank you for saving us, Kari," said Haralda.
Kari shrugged and pointed at the mound of flesh with the knife, which glowed such a brilliant green, like his wife's emerald ring. The ninth outgrowth had nearly regenerated.
His wife... what did she look like, again?
Eirlys tied her hair up in a ponytail and said, "We need weapons strong enough to hurt it, like Kari's. I don't know what that child did, but we need to do the same. And yes, Saheel, we're going to vote them in."
Kari nodded, and said, timidly, "Give them Djinn..."
"Hey, Eirlys, no objections here." Saheel patted himself down. "But what's to stop them rejecting every proposal we fling at them and stealing the energy anyway?"
Eirlys studied the beast, nearly knitted back together now, before saying, "...Nothing. But there's no other choice. All we can do is take shelter in the abstract."
"It will work," said Kari.
"Very well," said Haralda. "All those in favour of conjuring some Djinn of our own — that is, weapons strong enough to destroy our opponent?"
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The group raised their thumbs, and Tarquin trembled at the amount of energy cannoning into the mound; it was enough to instantly reanimate the ninth soul, as well as expand the mound itself so high that it crashed through the roof, letting in blinding sunlight and frosty air.
In turn, some — but not all — of the twisted humanoids put their thumbs down. Notably, the adonic, roided out version of Faust kept his hand where it was.
7👍 — MAJORITY REACHED
As soon as it came into Tarquin's hands, he wondered how he'd ever gone through life without it. Confidence and power flowed through him. He gripped the Axe Of The Family Tree by its lacquered mahogany handle, and broke out of the group to run full pelt at the Italian woman, swinging it round at her head, anything to avenge the loss of his family...
But the glossy axehead wasn't glowing like Kari's blade. Instead of sailing through her skull, it got lodged in it, and Tarquin found himself clinging on, trying to wrench it away as the Italian woman soared upwards, lifting him into the air by the neck...
His life flashed before his eyes, a procession of contemporary Tarquins oozing out his brain, before every last memory shattered.
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Milton
A Cyberpunk Coming of Age Tale The Apocalypse is ugly. The only lights that work are battery powered or neon. Scroungers kill your neighbors and take control of their bodies. Gang wars run rampant in the perpetual night, as usual, except now, most members have magical spells to defend their turf. Life certainly changed once the Rainbow Letters came. For Milton, things changed for the better. The world became familiar. He could find loot, learn skills, and equip weapons and armor. It was all much easier to understand than the perils of pre-Apocalypse life with its grocery shopping and going outside. Then he discovers Ragnarok, Orchestrator of the Rainbow Letters and all of Milton’s problems. The race to figure out why is on. If Milton is to survive long enough to find answers, he must first be strong enough to confront his worst enemy: himself. * This is work in progress and NOT professionally edited. * ** This story is humorous in the begining, but gets very dark around the turning point. Reader discretion is advised.**
8 215System Programmer
After dying, our main character found himself summoned by a young woman. She comes from a long line of summoners and had expected to partner up with a powerful being, like the rest of her family. Instead, she summoned a computer programmer, who from now on will be living inside her head. Powerless, he's unable to help her with the upcoming war. Disappointed that neither of them had been blessed by fate with some divine abilities, he decides to build a computer system inside her head himself. ======= Volume 1 of the series is now available on Amazon Kindle! If you like the series, please check it out! https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B07NSGR37P Volume 2 is now available for pre-order and will be released on April 1st! https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B083F76XRT
8 151Odd Heroes
Child. Teenager. Knight. King. Tyrant. Each one different a time of Reina Romane’s life, each different aspects of her personality In a world of Artists who can manipulate the Arts, the elements of the world, Reina just wishes to be left alone with the people that took care of her when she was abandoned. However, when she receives a vision of the world being destroyed, she is plunged onto the path of destiny. A game has begun with the sake of the world on the line, and Reina will need to work with the worst parts of her to save her loved ones. An insidious plot is forming and nobody is looking in the right places. People are after Reina; however, it’s not her they want, but something darker within. Something powerful. They will stop at nothing, kill anybody, and cross every line to get what they want, and Reina may be the only thing standing in their way …… if her will is strong enough This is meant to be a slow burn story with slice-of-life elements to it. There will be action, but it'll take time to get to it. A lot of the focus will be on Reina's time at the school.
8 118The Emergence Of Spheres
Sciolyn is the central continent in a large disconnected world where the art of magic lies dormant, disappearing thousands of years ago in a great war between Men and Elves. Many of the ancient Elves left the broken land, disappearing in portals and never to return, until now... Tycon is a wanderer - a bounty hunter who makes a living bringing in degenerates and criminals to face the full extent of the law. He takes a job as he would any other, it seemed simple enough; Capture or kill three criminals but he soon finds himself following a spiral of events that lead to the re-emergence of monsters and magic and the return of the ancient Elves. The world will burn before they see Men above them once again.With dreams that follow him like a shadow and a looming threat incoming, will he decide to stop it or turn his back on the humans after a lifetime of prejudice against the remaining elves? The cover image was commissioned by me and drawn by Abesdrawings, you can find him on Facebook https://www.facebook.com/AbeDaSquid.
8 220Year of the Horse
In the far future the descendants of humanity are moving back towards civilisation. A young warrior learns how to tame and ride horses which live on the far fringes of the forest near his farm. He hopes to export this skill to the larger country of his island but is foiled by their belligerent nature. Joining forces with them he discovers a secret third nation and unleashes a series of changes. He then finds that to achieve his goal he has to fight to the death against an unexpected rival.
8 205MHA Zodiacs
if you guys love zodiacs like I do I recommend you read till the end
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