《The Collected Short Stories of Necrontyr525》Threefold
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Nikolas Psofios was a broken man with a shattered dream. Once tall and strong, he was now hunched with pain and hollowed out by hunger. His hair was buried beneath a layer of grease, ash, and dirt; his eyes to dry to weep. Once he was the young eligible bachelor of his fishing village, spending his days on the sea and his nights ashore eyeing the girls and wondering which to take for his wife. Now plague, famine, and the Sea People had reduced all of that to ash and ruins. Nikolas hadn't the strength, tools, or usable wood to arrange even a meager pyre for the last of his fellow villagers. A part of him wanted to simply leap from the cliff into the sea, to pass quickly into the land of the dead instead of facing death by starvation. Another part of him was as stubborn as that same cliff, adamant in its refusal to fall to the waves and time, at least for now.
Nikolas sat in the ashes and watched the sun set low over distant islands. He wallowed in despair and clutched his empty stomach. The chill sea breeze brought to mind one old sea story, the cave that even the Gods feared to tread in. It was an old story, passed from lips to ears and memory to memory down the generations. In the heart of the northern mountains, where the fiery blood of the earth seeps and smokes, there is a cave. It is one of many, fang-mouthed by black rocks of frozen fire, unique in that it does not stink of soiled eggs and rotting meat. For in it dwells The Trio of beings that not even the gods can escape: The Mother, The Maiden, and the Crone. In their nimble fingers they wove the beginning, the path, and the ending of each life tethered to the world. They had seen the birth of Gods and Titans and spun their endings into the tangled threads of fate.
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They also had the power to change the fate of any being willing to visit them and pay the price. No thread could simply be cut away and replaced, each had to be but hey could be spliced to a new thread or dyed a new shade. Nikolas sighed. His choices were to throw himself to the sea and hope that the underworld was not as harsh as the world of the living, pray to the Gods for salvation, or try and find the cave of the Trio.
Nikolas coughed weakly. It was no choice at all. He had fled the Sea Peoples instead of dying in honorable battle so the honorable portions of the underworld were denied to him, leaving only the plague-lands of the cowards or the barren fields of the dishonorable. He had nothing to offer to the Gods should he even manage to gather their attention. At best they would grant him a swift death. At worst they could make his time left alive an endless torment. The northern mountains it would have to be. Nikolas coughed again and tasted the copper tang of blood at the back of his throat. If nothing else he could make an offering of himself into the molten blood of the world instead of the heartless seas.
“He has chosen to come.”
“You knew this would already come to be granddaughter. You spun it yourself, did you not?”
“It is not an absolute grandmother.” As you should well know. “Mother knows where each begins, and you where each ends, but I must knot and weave them together: in between there are only paths and choices.”
“As we agreed daughter, despite how mother thinks of these things. We chose to know our successors instead of ourselves, thus we are blind to each other. Have you decided what to offer?”
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“You first grandmother”
“Very well. The Scrolls. The Gods of many peoples could use a willing champion; It has been an age since they had one.”
“A fine choice. The Dice I think. If he wishes to change his luck, then let luck guide his fate. What have you chosen mother?”
“The Wheel. It has been an age indeed, though man will not remember it; the blood of monsters flowing as thickly as the blood of man. Both should have their chance as well as he does.”
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Rebirth of the Thief Who Roamed the World
The world’s largest VRMMO, Conviction, was almost like a second world for humanity. It had integrated itself into the real world’s economy, with both corporations and individuals seeking their fortunes through the game. In this game, Nie Yan prided himself in his Level 180 Thief. He could barely be considered among the top experts in the game. Though, that was the only thing he could take pride in. He was penniless and unable to advance in life; a situation he was forced into by the enemy of his father. If it weren’t for the little money he made by selling off items in Conviction, he would’ve barely been able to eat. In the end, he chose to settle his matters once and for all. He assassinated his father’s enemy. He lay dying shortly after being shot in the pursuit. However, that wasn’t the end of his story. Instead, he awoke moments later to find that he had reincarnated into his past-self. Armed with his experience and knowledge of future events, he sets out to live his life anew.
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8 147Ringmaster's Ambition
Samuel Tuckerman, a retired therapist and nearing a hundred years old, decided to let the whole world know of his legacy. To leave an everlasting mark in this world, he surrendered himself to the authorities and brought with him mountains of evidence to prove his unbelievable claims. That he was the cause of thousands of disappearances all over the world. These evidence consisted of journals, videotapes, papers, and audio recordings of the last moments of all his victims, or so he claims. Initially met with skepticism, the authorities only saw him as a senile old man until testing out the validity of one of the records led to the discovery of the remains of a person. Upon finding out the legitimacy of the evidence Samuel provided, he was swiftly arrested and all other evidence was distributed to law enforcement all over the world to verify. When news of his deeds was made known to the entire world, all eyes were on him. This revelation led to numerous controversies that the governments of the world had no way to control. It showed the incompetence of law enforcement and the government. It inspired lunatics to try and be more brazen in committing atrocities. It sowed fear among the masses. Fueled conspiracies of collusion with foreign governments to suppress information regarding this matter. All these problems eventually resulting in a one day trial, where he was immediately pronounced guilty and was sentenced to death by publicly-broadcasted hanging. Although the various authorities of the world sought to set Samuel's execution as an example, what was broadcasted in the screens all over the world was not the dying struggles of an evil monster, but the satisfied smile of an old man. With his life coming to an end, he shall soon discover that his sins will lead to even greater consequences.
8 147Soul Status (HIATUS)
The MC lives in a world where having a status is commonplace but due to an incident in the past he himself has no name due to not having the ability to summon his status. Being close to 15 years old the MC must now go to school and against all odds somehow survive 3 years against people who are powered by their status. If he can't then his life will be jeopardize as the MC won't be able to get a job and he doesn't have any other options due to him being statless. Can the nameless MC somehow produce a miracle in being able to accomplish the impossible and be on par with his peers at school? *Note: I'm very new at writing and would be happy if people would point out what needs to be done to improve my story and I will try to at least post 1 chapter each week. I will also update/modify the story's tags if anything changes as the chapters go on. Soul image is found in this website https://www.circleofhope.net/blog/what-do-you-think-about-the-soul/ and the word status is a snapshot of an image found in this website https://www.shutterstock.com/search/status?searchterm=status&page=2
8 165Everlasting Demon
Lex Kramer died from an illness that he is suffering since birth at age of 17.He was a boy that full of hatred to the world that did not let him live the life he wants and throwed him away to hospital beds intead of going to school or shopping malls with his friends.He died with hatred and agony and slowly closed his eyes to the darkness.He wasnt scared at all because he believed that death will better than suffering in this world for who knows how many years at hospital beds.When he sinked into the darkness there was a little girl?
8 90Kuroo x femdom reader fan fic
a little smut for my dom babies 🙈💞& yes you get to peg Kuroo 😼
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