《What do you mean I'm a Beastkin?》Hey so uh...
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I like writing. I find joy in it. This year, I'm taking a creative writing class, even. So it is with a heavy heart that I must announce I will be putting this story on a permanent official hiatus for the forseeable future. I may return at some point, but I just... It wasn't good. I didn't like what I was spitting out. The chapters are short and unrefined. The writing was just... forced. The joy is gone when I try and do something not for fun but for the sake of having content. I'm sorry. I have to apologize, for the people who read and enjoyed it, but I don't want to keep doing it. We'll see how I feel in a few months, but as of right now the hiatus may be indefinite. Thank you for any and all support you may have flung my way, and I'm sorry to let you guys down. See you all in seven months maybe.
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Sword of Ending [German]
Disclaimer: German Version (!) - for the english version: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/19997/sword-of-ending-english. This version is also not proofread and of lesser quality. It serves mostly as a template for translation. Release Date will be once a week at least. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ollowyn’s Leben begann nicht wie jedes andere. Geboren mit schlohweißem Haar wurde er gemäß alter Traditionen als Neugeborenes im Wald ausgesetzt. Dem Willen der Götter überlassen wartete das hilflose Kind auf den Tod. Doch die Götter zeigten Erbarmen. Ein Wolfswelpe, kaum älter als einige Tage, stolperte verirrt über Ollowyn. Halb erfroren und tief müde kauerte es sich an seinen warmen Körper. Als es nur Stunden später von seiner Mutter gefunden wurde, roch Ollowyn bereits wie einer der ihren. Adoptiert und umsorgt wuchs Ollowyn unter Wölfen auf. Er lernte nach den Regeln des Rudels zu leben, und kämpfte stets darum zu überleben. Mit den Jahren wurde er stärker als seine Brüder und Schwestern, jagte mit anderen Mitteln. Doch trotz tiefer Liebe für seine Familie, stellte er mehr und mehr fest anders zu sein. Er besaß kein Fell, keine Klauen und so sehr er es auch versuchte, seine Reißzähne würden nie Beute schlagen. Was machte ihn anders? Der Drang nach Antworten wuchs mit jedem Tag, bis er im Alter von sieben Jahren schließlich aufbrach um Antworten zu suchen. Doch nach tagelanger Suche und durchdringenden Hunger brach er schließlich auf einer Straße zusammen...
8 76The Biomes
Follow a new biome while it grows into an adapting ecosystem at the whims of its creator. Watch as outsiders try to claim it as their own and delve into its depths. The outsiders are desperate to survive and conquer at the cost of many lives. The biome simply wants to grow. What is a biome? Why do the outsiders throw their lives away so easily? Find out by reading from both angles and learn of the mysteries surrounding them.
8 124A Typical Xianxia
What happens when a MC doesn't get the cheat designed for him?Of course, he still remains the MC! WARNING: Don't take this novel seriously. The series contain some sensitive stuffs which you may or may not find very personal and offensive. It is not to be interpreted that my personal thoughts align with the biased narrative. PS: I don't own the cover.
8 56Strange
To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm. This series was originally written in Japanese by Ukari and has been translated with the permission of the author. You can visit the original here. Please show the author support for his great work! Also published on Kowabana.
8 169Once you go Wuxxia you never go back. [Not a Parody but moreso a revised wuxxia.]
Robert Nord wakes up from a deep sleep, one he regreted to ever take. Instead of waking up to his well-known, stark, eggshell-white ceiling, atop his luxurious 800€ mattress with down feather duvet and fluffy cushions, he finds himself staring at molden planks of wood, a stench of sweat, blood and iron mellowing in the air. A world of swords that sunder oceans and fists that crack mountainsides. This is a world known throughout the dimensions, a world of wuxxia and xianxia. (This fiction will be parodying many a wuxxia and hopefully do a good job with it. Not only will I try and stress the most ridiculous down-sides of wuxxias but I will also take a shot at making it enjoyable while I'm at it. And don't be fooled by the Lit-RPG tag, after all, every MC needs his secret weapon, regardless how much they try to deny it.)
8 192Rebirth as Evol a certain evil goddesses's stupid mistake
My name is the goddess of sinful flame Azarias the most perfect and mightiest who all should bow before, perfect in every way from my slim and noble chest and flat stomach to my soft yet caramel skin from where the dark red flames that forms my divine limbs and sacred dress. all would be perfect if not for the low number that pray to me seeking help from less impressive goddesses i sought to summon one who would spread my name across space in exchange for a simple wish. Oh, poor fractured and twisted soul become my champion and grant me every world. wait why do you sit staring at that woman obey me and conquer!!!!!!!!. and this is the tale of my misfortune summoning a Tokusatsu lover to other worlds. this is my first story and sorry if any mistakes got no editor lol this will have lots of rider and jojo references
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