《Questers, a litRPG tale》Chapter 4
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Expecting a bunch of 12-year-olds to understand the intricacies of magic was a bit too much. Peter knew in his heart that it wasn't going to be a possibility. But you do learn to cope when your ass is finally on fire. Smiling he went back to the class that he had to attend. 'I wonder what Miss Serina will teach today.' Peter took out his Tier 4 ID card swiping it on the keypad, waiting for the corridor to open.
Class 9B
"That class was over too fast." Jim pulled over the chair as the rest joined surrounding Sam. "So tell me. You know why the book fell right?" "Book is heavy. You need to apply more force to keep it up. If you channel with just 10 mana, the counterforce you apply will be too low to keep a book in the air." Sam said to the three eagerly waiting for him.
"I wonder if he gives bonus points for the answer tomorrow," Maya said, stretching her hands behind her. "If you don't know it's better not to fake it. What if he asked something weird to quiz you?" Dona said, pulling her closer into a hug.
"I wonder who our fifth member will be. Looks like they haven't done sorting that out yet." Jim said looking out towards the door.
Suddenly, someone wearing a golden robe entered the room. He took out a few papers from his dimensional storage and started reading out the names.
"Justin, Sam, Jim, Maya, Dona. Party 17."
The guy left just as fast as he came. "Justin? Who is Justin?" Sam and Jim looked around and soon found the girl at the back staring at them as if scared. "Are you Justin?" Peter asked out loud to the girl. She noted her head and sat rooted to the place.
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'Too scared? But why?' He looked and soon found the issue. 'It's that girl. No wonder. Looks like someone did a number on her.' Sam turned to look at Jim and said to Maya and Dona. "Bring her over. Try and let her stay close to you. It looks like she is scared stiff." "Okay. BRB." The two stood up and walked towards the scared girl. Seeing the two approach her, the girl started shaking visibly. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't be a burden." She started bowing repeatedly in front of the two. "Cut it out. Come sit with us from now on."
Dona grabbed her hand and pulled her up. At least she tried to. The girl sat grabbing the chair desperately. "No, no, no. I can't please leave." She shook Dona off violently. Seeing the girl act so frantic all four of them become perplexed. 'Something is off. Could it be a spell?'
Dona was the most stunned. She kept staring at her hand. 'There's no way.' She couldn't believe the scared girl was able to loosen her grip. No one she met before was this strong amongst her peers.
Sam and Jim joined the girls to figure out what the issue was. After a few minutes of trying to convince her that they meant no harm, she finally opened up.
Her skirt was glued to the chair.
Maya and Dona both stared at each other in horror. After exchanging a few glances Maya asked her, "Do you have a spare skirt?" She slightly nodded, clutching the chair with all her might.
"What now?" Dona and Maya looked at Sam, their party leader. "Go get some teacher." Before Justin could protest, Dona rushed out towards the staff room. The three remained next to the girl and waited for Dona to come back.
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"What happened?" Dona was able to get a hold of a female trainer. From the attire, she seemed to be a healer. Justin explained slowly.
When she stood up to answer Peter's question, someone placed an instant adhesive on the chair. She sat on it and her skirt got stuck to the chair. She wasn't able to notice it till her group was announced. "Looks like someone has it out for you." The trainer Bennett, whose name our party found out later, cast a quick reversal spell and the glue immediately came off.
"Looks like you found a good party at least. Ok then, I will be in the infirmary. If you feel itchy, come see me. You two, take her over to the changing room." She turned around and left as fast as she came. Dona and Maya took Justin to the changing room. The three of them joined the boys in the class a few minutes later.
"So, Justin has a rare job," Dona said as soon as they got settled. The two boys looked at her expectantly. "I'm a Village Warrior." She said in a soft voice. The two boys became as confused as the girls. "Told you, Sam wouldn't know about it. Pay up." Maya did a fist punch in the air over her victory.
Sam naturally didn't know what job that was. "I guess it's a powerful derivative of a warrior?" He remembered how the girl was able to shove off Dona's hands as if they were spider webs. "Nope." Said Maya as she was getting way over-excited. 'How much did you two bet for.'
"It's a mutated job from a warrior and a lancer. Technically it is one of the stronger damage dealer job."
Soon, another bell rang and the class became ready for their new trainer.
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An Infinite Recursion of Time
I always wanted to be taken to another world, and as they say, there are no atheists in the foxhole that we call real life. I prayed, and prayed, and prayed until one day, I opened my eyes to see my dream had come true. I also saw the axe of an orc bearing down on my skull. You win some, you lose some. A time-loop fantasy story written after getting into litRPGs a bit. I wondered what it would be like if I just went and wrote a story about all the things I liked in web fiction without holding back: time loops, RPG stats, certain character archetypes, and harems played straight. Please be warned of lewd descriptions and depraved sexualization. If nothing else, this will be a sincere work. Completed EPUB (exported directly from Royal Road with no changes; let me know if there's any problems): https://mega.nz/file/Kxg11CoB#2J-rZ7MKSnd4UpNwx257_mjecMQ0wpc8-ixjYIse_40
8 201Slipstream Blue: a Pre-Apocalypse Slice-of-Life Adventure
They call her Destruction, and these are her times. As the final Wave approaches the center of the Atlantean Empire, academic adventurer Kae is going to save what she can and see a bit of the world while she’s at it. She travels the abandoned cities in search of spells and lost knowledge, and generally has a blast doing it. Des is running from her past. As a First Guardian and keeper of a powerful spell, she had the power to unmake anything that stood in her way. But that’s all behind her now, and the only thing she’s trying to stay ahead of are the sins of a lifetime. When their destinies cross, Kae and Des will embark on a journey that will take them to the farthest corners of rapidly shrinking Atlantis. With the end of the world right around the corner, they’ll do their damned best to have the time of their lives. There will be superheroes, supervillains, spells, pirates, mechs, trapped tombs, talking animals, sleek machines, and quite possibly love, if the apocalypse doesn’t get in the way. -------------------------------------- [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] Written and uploaded like I'm trying to get rid of it Contains LGBT elements. Quite a lot of them. Cover by the omnipresent JackofHeart
8 160The Blood Queen
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8 200The Discarded
The Umbrae Lunae existed before man, beautiful abominations birthed in the nightmares of mad gods. They wait for humanity to misstep, for the angels to look away. For the moment when they can cloak the world in moon shadows once again. But even horrors have children. Even nightmares must feed. One child, unlike the others, finds his way to a school for young abominations. Will he be a sheep cast before the wolves, or a terror that wears the skin of wool to entice the wolf close? The flesh of his body was his only coin, strips cut to pay debts that never ended. Everyone has scars, stories in a life led, lessons learned, and licks taken. Luminous bodies touched by darkness. There are a cursed few that are the opposite, black shadows consumed by scars, twisted minds devoured by diseased hungers, bodies tortured misshapen works of gouged flesh, silver lines of blade thin cuts, ragged tears of teeth and glass. For them, the scars are marks of homecoming, the mangled wasteland the only place they feel at peace. Hell is a place. It's made of concrete, steel and glass. It's the sounds of starving kids crying themselves to sleep, huddling into small balls as creepers come and take their due of innocence and tender meat. It's eating rotten food and carrying ticks in your hair. It’s having no one and nothing while surrounded by everything. It's the life of a street kid. What abomination was birthed in the corrupt womb of man’s cast-off shit? Pretty people don't know the power of ugly. They can't see the strength in a broken soul or the power in a calloused heart. Those secrets are for the discarded alone. Only the broken understand the grace of darkness. The blessed folds that hide scars and tears, the protection of its concealing umbra. E-Begging: Character Sheets, Racial Character Classes, of both side characters, villains, and main characters as well as short stories can be found on my Patreon. Eldrik Lewis This story is cross-posted to Scribble Hub. Same cover and synopsis.
8 66dreadnaught: scifi apocalypses space marine
The year is 2044, as you might imagine technology has advanced. People are people. And the world economy is still in shambles. America experienced a full financial collapse about a decade before. Riots, rebalance, and redistribution. David was 13 when the protest massacre occurred when his mother died. Of course, the world does not rotate around a teenager. Four years of business college and two good friends and a dream of developing real power armor just to cosplay as a space marine. Of course when you got millions and no real drive for anything else after two divorces. You make it happen. All David had to look forward to was his five minutes of fame as an extra to the next Halo game presentation. They expected him to wear cheap cosplay. Instead, he brought about a million dollars of gear with him. All David expected was five minutes of fame before he turns into a bachelor shut-in for the rest of his life. Instead, the Universe got an update. Witness the rise of the Order of the Free Wardens. Witness the rise of the council of races. Witness the legend of the Dreadnaught. Greetings, I am Zalex. And this is my first ‘Space Marine’ story, Some things I would like to note. All locations, weapons, unit designations, mention of franchises (under the protection of fair use laws), history, and so on is fictitious or used as reference only. Any likeness to real individuals or events or otherwise is merely coincidental. This novel has excessive language use, mild graphic and suggestive themes, mild alcohol use, and scenes of violence. You have been warned.Patreon is now up: https://www.patreon.com/user?u=3631888
8 202Loves Me Not | BxB MPREG
" His touches make my skin crawl. Each kiss on my neck is a sin. I'm forced and bound to this home because I have no where to go. Why can't my life just end. " Mahyden, a strong minded teenager, whose problematic life causes trouble in his personal, and social life. When your own family is the cause of your pain , how do you run from your troubles. His older brother is to blame. His forceful approach to being the "Man" of the house when their dad is away pushes Him into a life of misery and seclusion.-----Didn't intend on adding MPREG into this story. I do not care for it but that is how that cards fell. I hate that I did it but oh well. I'm proud of what I did with this.All Rights Reserved
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