《Lovely kNight: My kiss will save the world!》The True Beginning: Lips Like Morphine
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The day of the Celestial Knight’s death had been agonizingly long for all those who had been so unfortunate to have been involved. For all those who had been enchanted by his endearing character to love him dearly. Though official news of his passing had yet to be announced throughout the kingdom, there is a powerful feeling of unease creeping across its streets and into the hearts of its citizens.
The sands of Bootes Desert blow in the sweltering heat of the evening sun. As it falls far into the distance and rains its light to cast tall shadows that stripe across the earth, a stirring rises from an eerie tower jutting from the barren landscape.
Unfitting to its dry surroundings, the tower is an anomaly fortified in the sand and dunes abounding. Imposing, mighty and large, the glass windows are stained as red as the sunset skies. Its pillars and walls are forged of golds and silvers that shine brightly in defiance to the harsh blasts of dust from the westerly winds. Its walls raise high into the heavens, desiring to touch them and mock their might.
Beyond the heavy jeweled entrance door. Through the halls lined with plush carpets leading way through decorated corridors. Past the final, most extravagant doors and into the highest room streaming with an eerie crimson glow exists one outlandish character.
A wandering form of darkness like a stray shadow having abandoned its owner, it teems with mystery and soaks the already fearful atmosphere with an even more intensely threatening aura. Their long cloak falls to the floor as they cast their legs over the arm of their ornate throne. Every thread and fabric of their dress is fit for an emperor and the book they lay on their chest is thick and imposing in its volume. They aimlessly fiddle with their sharp, bejeweled sword as if it is a toy and treasure to them.
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They’re restless, almost bored as they laze without drive nor purpose. Yet that lackadaisical, arrogant attitude suddenly vanishes without a trace in the blink of an eye. They sit up straight on their throne at full attention while their ears stand tall and their nose begins to twitch. They breathe in a scent which wafts towards them and it leads them to rise to their feet. They are lured towards the grand window staring out into the blistering sands of the desert.
As they watch the horizon where the sun touches the earth, they begin to smile to themselves. Their grin grows longer and larger with each passing second as the scent they smell becomes stronger, more intoxicating. They nearly salivate as they fantasize to themselves of the blood and battle that is to come.
The kingdom of Celestia rests beyond the desert in the direction they stare out to. There in its city which now comes to rest for the day, they can feel the sensation they’d so sorely missed rekindle with the fire of the sun.
Pride smiles to itself with demented anticipation.
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While dusk light rules over Celestia, a consistent, rhythmic beat plays through a hospital room. Every article present is brought to a peaceful glittering as it’s touched by the sunlight. The gleam of metal and the pure white of the surroundings is given a light of life.
A set of feet stumble weakly backwards and a thud sounds as their owner gracelessly collapses against the far wall beneath the window. Her golden hair sparkles in a beautiful radiance and her weary smile is filled with joy as she slowly opens her eyes and beholds the sight before her.
Another set of feet lead their way to her side. The icy haired woman wearily lowers herself as she gives into her fatigue after a long, arduous battle. She joins her friend in looking forward with faith and hope fulfilled in her heart.
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“…I’ve… kept my promise to you, Solus… Your son… is safe…”
Though Urania had quickly fallen asleep, Hyla remains awake for just a little longer to relish the joy that blossoms in her soul. She gently touches her lips as she begins to rest. They’re bright with joy while she remembers her most precious first kiss.
Beneath the light of the setting sun shines the beauty of hope for the kingdom of Celestia. Slow and steady. At ease and in health. The Celestial Knight sleeps peacefully as he’s watched over by the sun itself.
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The First Corridor of Old Works
But what is it, really? Old Works. They say, some do anyway, or would, if they still had tongues - it's a dream. That it's a million year old mystery connecting three planets. Some, yet other, anonymous entities, charge that it's a structure, more accurately, an architecture - a quest, even, made from, and through - corridors. Pretty inarguably, for one thing, it's a maze. Even some pronounce, if you can understand those currently vomiting blood, that it's a corporation, and yet others - the brave ones – and dead - say it's... near death. Or that it is. Death. - Death itself. But that dark thing on the horizon, that thing emerging to replace the only system we... know. - Whatever it is it couldn't be the end, of everything, could it? Eminently possible, but - it couldn't be worse? 3 civilisations/3 planets... and Old Works. 4 heroes: The Cyclops seeing out his Eye the reality of that place - and by means of that vision - greasing the many-toothed gears of that great old churning nightmare. The Writer sweating to keep the story alive that supports the great old lying structure. The Fake King who abides among all those tunnels of dreams and lies and dreams and... slaves. And the Hero Dreamt, all those slaves - to maintain that structure's even functioning, have to - at all... they dream him. They literally dream him. But that thing, from whence, who knows, arriving? What kind of sick demonic mind could even - But it can only be psychosis - Or possession. Reducing all of reality to some kind of – what would you call it? A Game? A video... joke? And that half-Cyclops, that beauty – what does she have growing – beneath her supernatural genitals? A game for him? A game/a dream; a – world? Or just Old Works. And this Wound in reality – that our writer near-died putting inside her. What is it anyway? And what reality does it bring with it. This demon or God. Through the corridors; lattices of smoke and shadows and colours; dungeons; and supernatural organs; the labyrinths made from dreams... and flesh. - What happens when they face that Wound – staring the absolute. right. in. them? - Through - What happens to all us... slaves... then? But at the end of the hallway, you see it there, I say you do, that turning - It's only the First Corridor of Old Works. This finished 104,000 word kind of LITRPGy fantasy novel, the First Corridor of Old Works will be released in daily 2000 word chapters, or equivalent [unfailingly at 20:47 GMT] Immediately followed by the Second Corridor of Old Works [161,000 words, edited, ongoing, as of 24/09/21] At first lite on stats these LITRPGy elements will become increasingly - built meticulously upon what precedes - ubiquitous, as we proceed into a world painstakingly built to support these mechanisms. After - minimum - 6 months, this manic daily release schedule will be somewhat relaxed: 5 days a week. - But don't lie to yourself it's not there. That thing watching at the end of the hallway... and where it leads. It's - Of countless, it could only be - The First Corridor of Old Works.
8 192The Gray God
This is the sequel to The Gray Mage, however, reading it is not required to understand this story. Three centuries after the god Rynovar claimed Earth as his own domain, ending the Fourth Age of Magic, he ruled the world from a floating continent. Deciding to allow humans a chance at having a wished granted or a question answered, Rynovar created a quest fifty years into his reign. Upon completing the quest, those who undertook it would be granted an audience with him and permission to make a single request or ask a single question. However, two and a half centuries after he issued the quest, none had succeeded and the quest was believed impossible, several stages of it having never before been completed. When nineteen-year-old Cyrus met Lyda at a restaurant, he broke the norm of his life cleaning up his brothers' messes and keeping them behaving to avoid causing issues for the public. Upon hearing her desire to earn enough money to attempt Rynovar's quest, Cyrus chose to help her complete what was believed to be one of the quests' impossible stages, revealing that he himself had a question for the god he wanted answered...
8 129The Sensible Knight
This story revolves around Maximilian Radcliffe, born in a world with status, magic, demon lords and summoned heroes. He has a very, very faint recollection of his previous life but is otherwise no different than any other kid around. Watch him grow and get recruited in the hero's party and travel around with his harem *cough* PARTY as they fight against the demon lord and corrupt humans. Watch him handle cliched events *cough* SERIOUS OBSTACLES in a calm and cool manner in a world which favours hot-headed, hot-blooded men...... Author's note :- Hello, readers. My first work here. After reading countless isekai stories online, here is my take on the genre. This story is about a cliched world with an unconventional MC .... cheers!!!!
8 175The Wells of Eioa
Camille's story: The Voltron Coalition barely survived the Battle of Naxzela, but still they won. But can they live long enough to make a difference with their victory? The heroes of the battle find themselves in an all new and unexpected adventure. After the monumental victory, Team Voltron allies with Lotor, son of Zarkon, who promises them allies and a new source of Quintessence in the ongoing war against the Galra. Keith and the Blade of Marmora go to investigate the secluded planet of Eoia and Lotor's dubious promises. What they discover there are treasures, friends, and dangers beyond anything they have yet encountered.
8 156~danganronpa chatfic~
wow im so surprised people read this! anyways join everyone on this very weird chatfic! may be a few chapters of real life interaction and some of the chapters are inspired by roleplays me and my friend do! thanks Polter 😉
8 106Midori
The sea of stars. The momentaneous lifeforms that flicker far away. Our futures — a sea brimming with light. Each and every shimmer in the starry canvas serves as one’s infinite opportunities in the vast sea of the future. The world, however, is far from the ideals of such a mantra. Complacency is the enemy of progress, yet to the four known nations, each one sees enemies around their borders. An example: A village isolated from the nation of Alkai prevents the lives of many from progressing. It’ll take a society, a group, even a whipped together rag-tag team to jump start the quest for progress. An escape from a motionless home—in order to search for a greater future, Mira approaches her blade in a new light. Any illustrations I use for covers and chapters are illustrations I have drawn myself unless otherwise stated.
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