《The Legendary Thief》Prologue
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On a cold Toronto winter day, after a long day at work, Hannah was walking back home. Despite living in Canada all her life, she hated the cold and was moving as fast as she could to get indoors. She moved to Toronto for university and stayed here to find a stable job and settle down. For a twenty-two years old woman, Hannah was doing pretty well, though her job was a boring accounting one for a local company.
After making it to her building, the young woman rushed inside and exhaled a sigh of relief as she felt the warm air surround her. She took off her coat and called the elevator, hoping it wouldn’t take long to come.
Hannah heard the building’s entranceway open and cursed under her breath. She lived on the top floor and didn’t like to ride the elevator with other people. Waiting for everyone to get to their own floor felt like a waste of time. Yet, a woman around the same age as Hannah just walked in. She had seen that woman before, they always got home about the same time, but it wasn’t strange for them to miss each other. She didn’t know her name or anything else about her. Still, they exchanged a greeting of necessity.
“Hello.”
“Oh... yeah, hi.”
It was just a simple greeting of politeness, or more like a necessary annoyance. The elevator came, and Hannah pressed on her floor, the other passenger did the same. With a small sigh, she closed her eyes and imagined the relaxing hot bath, which was just a few minutes away.
Out of nowhere, she heard the other woman scream.
Hannah opened her eyes and found herself in a forest.
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Malcolm was walking towards his class while watching the falling snow behind the windows. He was a high school student in senior year, and he had just transferred to this school a week ago. Unfortunately, he was struggling to make friends. Malcolm sighed and opened the door of the classroom, wishing for this day to go by quickly so he could go back home and play League of Legends. He was close to diamond rank and wanted to get it tonight. His teacher, Ms. Sarah greeted him.
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"Good morning Malcolm!"
"Good morning, miss."
She was a cheerful woman in her late thirties who still behaved as if she had never left her teenagehood. The rest of the class mostly ignored Malcolm. He wasn't bullied, but finding his own place among his classmates was something he had yet to achieve.
Malcolm missed his friends in the old school. His family had to move after his dad got a job offer in Illinois, one that paid double compared to what he had earned before. Malcolm had tried to argue and stay, but his dad had said no, and that was that.
Once at his desk, he put his head down, acting like he was asleep. It was like a defense mechanism. If people saw him as a loner, then at least he would make it look like it was his own choice. He preferred it that way.
The bell was going to ring any minute now, and Malcolm was preparing to go to the next class. Nearby, a girl called Sarah giggled with her friends, and he instantly thought they were laughing at him. But after giving it a second thought, he sighed quietly.
Out of nowhere, the entire class erupted in screams and confusion.
He fell on a cold, marbled floor and groaned in pain as his head hit the floor.
"Ow, what the..."
Malcolm opened his eyes, his entire class was with him, the homeroom teacher included. He looked around and saw that they were surrounded by old men in robes, but most of them were either breathing heavily or collapsed on the ground. An old man in robes yelled at a man in armor.
"The summoning was a success! Quickly, go tell his Majesty! Quickly!"
"Yes, Grand [Mage]."
The armored man ran and left. The old man called Grand Magus looked at the summoned group of people, judging each of the twenty-three students and their teacher. He found them a little young but decided they would do.
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"Welcome, heroes! You must be terribly confused, but don’t worry. All will be explained as soon as his Majesty arrives. Fear not, you are in no danger here."
The students all looked at him in fear, one of them quickly asked:
"Where are we?! Is this some kind of joke?!"
"Don’t worry, you will all know shortly. I promise you we have no ill intentions."
A few minutes passed, most students were shaking in fear, confused, or talking to Ms. Sarah. Some of them wanted to call the cops, but all their phones were out of range.
The door to the chamber swung open, and a tall man in his late forties walked in. He had short, neatly kept blonde hair and radiated confidence.
"My heroes, I am [Emperor] Vitelius, and I welcome you to the Draele Empire! I know that I have taken you from your homes, but we are in desperate need of your help. The demons on Kistror have taken over the entire continent, and if we do not do something, it will soon be the world that falls to them. I am afraid I have no choice but to call upon you. Come! I will explain everything to you on the way to the throne room. You may ask me anything."
Having all of this dropped on him without any forewarning, Malcolm was the first to speak up, which surprised everyone.
"Where the hell are we?!"
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8 346The Demon's Rapture
A man down on his luck, a world that's following suit. Caught up in a battle as old as time, Earth is devastated by mass disappearances, natural disasters, and all sorts of world bending feats. Divine interference refuses to let Earth progress as it was meant to, and those left behind can only do their best to survive. Sebastian just so happened to be one of those left behind. Scorned by those above and below, he does his best to survive in what can only be described as the Rapture. Hey! This isn't my first piece of writing but definitely my first piece of what would be a webnovel. Release is planned to be daily but will probably be inconsistent at first, and feedback would be greatly appreciated! Inspired by many other authors on RR Average of 2k words a chapter after Chapter 3
8 411A New Light In Interria
Interria. Cruel and Injust. Forget the promise of an exciting adventure because abominations from your worst nightmares will rise and fill their path to damnation with bloodshed and carnage. Forget your moral compass because thinking of it will only make things harder and harder for you to survive in this grey world. Forget the promise of a wonderland because the lands now are just an empty shell of what they once vowed to be. Forget all your dreams because there is no hope for anyone in this mad world... Or is there? *Note: I am a new writer. So I am open to all criticism. But pls don't be too hard.
8 125Black Sun
Two cousins, barely adult, are sent without explanations to another unknown world by a mysterious voice. Only information : do not let their shadows devour them ... Fear, happiness, curiosity, jealousy, despair, desire for survival ... Follow their lives in this new fantasy world full of magic and battles, silly and funny situations, serious, sad, violent and even bloody, romantic encounters and even sex ... put yourself in their places, be them, would you feel the same ? Will you see things the same way? Autour's note: this is my first time writing in English, so don't hesitate to correct/help me. Critics are welcome too of course ! now please, enjoy :D !
8 137Knights quest
EN, a being of pure immeasurable energy, tired of his lonely existence decided to create multiple universes to fulfill his wanting of love.But as time passed and these worlds advanced they grew to forget about EN....so to fill the void, EN created the nine stars...beings of pure light and with their creation they were each given two universes. As time passed each of the nine stars created five moons each.....these were beings of lesser light.....their task was to enter the universes and spread the Order and teachings of EN....as time passed the moons grew in power, which caused the stars to grow in power. This new found power caused some of the stars to question the strength of their creator,EN, however EN foresaw this, and created a being to rival any of the stars, The Black Sun, is what this being was called, and his sole purpose was to keep the stars in order. As the millenia passed the stars strength kept increasing, eventually the ones who questioned En persuaded the others to rise up against Black Sun, but they were unable to kill him, so they divided his body into six parts keeping them hidden in various worlds. Enraged even further by this, EN, placed the nine stars in a deep sleep, as he could not bring himself to kill his creations.The five strongest moons who were created by Black Sun took this chance to gather and revive The Black Sun, however before they could recover the last piece of him, the remaing moons,forty five in total, stood against them, unable to win they fled to the last remaining world, but they were out of time. So on this last remaining world they decided to spread their essence, which contained their memories and abilities so that someday they may be reborn. Years passed, before the first of the Five Great Moons had been reborn. He had awoken as a decent of one of the lesser Moons, he was known as King, a divine being task with the protection of the Ark. Now reborn as King, he retains his bodies pervious memories, to discover that the last piece of Blacksun's body is being used as the Ark, to give the knights of this world absurdly strong abilities. Hiding in plain sight as King he now waits for his chance to retake the last piece of BlackSun's body and to awake the rebirth of his fallen brothers.
8 117Behind The Hero's Mask
de·pres·sion/dəˈpreSH(ə)n/Nounfeelings of severe despondency and dejection./////America does very well in hiding his depression from the other nations, using his hero persona to mask the real him. The mess he was and what an utter failure he felt like. The mask begins to slip, revealing a tiny bit of the person he tries so hard to forget. When the other nations take notice, they start to suspect that their superpower isn't as happy as he seems....Book 1 of the Mask series(Book 2 being made)
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