《Another world》Unforeseen Trouble (3)
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“Hey lady… Are you able to hear me?” He slanted forward again, positioning his nose between his hands, in order to get another whiff of the atmosphere, hoping to catch a scent of the women's location. He waited to hear the unchanged words, “wake up,” from within the space of his hands, yet no sound emitted from across the bubble barrier of the dark hallway. It seemed as if there was no life beyond the point where he stood.
Aware that the atmosphere had changed tremendously again, the tiny hairs on his body shot up. Somehow, he felt compelled to be cautious behind him. Something was waiting and watching to see what he would do next. He put on a false front, pretending not to notice the drastic temperature change. As he wasn't sure if there were more surprises in this room, especially those that tangle and reacts with a change of emotions.
His raccoon would have easily been able to speak to him if something was off, but Bitz was off at the mansion on a play date with Lucie's husky familiar. Closing the bubble back up, he sensed the intense heat on his back growing fiercer than what it was seconds ago. As if the room has suddenly combusted. Cautiously, he tilted his head back and drew in a strong whiff of fumes, along with the ambiance of the flames beyond his back.
The living room, which was just a shade of monochrome a moment ago, now screamed in grueling suspense as a blazing inferno of hell began greedily devouring it whole. Peering around, using his garments to mask the smoke. All except for the portrait remained untouched by the smoke and fire, everything within the room was rapidly getting scorched.
The unknown painted lady had the corner of her lips turned up and once had her hands softly crossed to one another while holding a boutique. The way she was drawn now seems as if she was trying to escape the painting. The anguish her body was experiencing was apparent to the perceiver's eyes. She was powerless and confined within the boundaries of the canvas.
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“No.” He muttered, taking a few steps closer. “You were cursed to be forever trapped in there.” He was still incompetent to determine who she was since her face was etched out, but something about her left a level taste in his mouth.
The specs of hair shot again, “The sensation from earlier.” He thought silently to himself, keeping his eyes fixed on the lady. He wasn't convinced if he was the one in danger or if she was. Something was definitely wrong here. “Wake up…!” He widened his eyes and turned around, he sensed a nippy touch brushing the skin of his neck seconds ago.
“What do you want!?” He screamed as he watched the fire crackle above him. The fire now seemed to be approaching him faster, as if a predator were getting ready to attack. The vulnerable half-blood that stood below it was about to be bombarded.
A blaring, impaling cry can be detected from within the living room. It was not the woman's voice, he heard, but the voices of two grown men. “What the fuck is going on?” He whispered. He then tried to swat the blazing predator fire with the table cloth and cautiously rattle his way towards the shrieking males, from across the room.
The fumes of the burning room were not making it any easier for him to breathe. There wasn't much ventilation at the moment. “Please, Wake up.” The voice was now behind him. Falling to his knees, he peered back toward the location of the sound. “What kind of fucking living room is this?” He gasped as he struggled to speak.
He turned and watched the barrier of the bubble, that was heading to the voided hall. It shouldn't be this strong against any type of magical flame. He thought to himself, as he stood up. “Unless this is just a regular, plain fire?” He faced the painting, but all that was left was the color of the background, she was nowhere to be seen.
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A Wizard's Soul
There are those who dislike the way things are within their world and work to change it. They are often called the Simpler Souls. Yet there are also those that will do all they can to change the world itself. Most of them are called mad. Some of them have another title though. Wizard. An Epic Level 3.5 Wizard is sent to Remnant. (RWBY/D&D 3.5 Crossover) (Crossposted onto A03, RRL, and Sufficient Velocity.)
8 137The Radiant War
The human world is aflame with war. Nations clash with their neighbours, while the Kelvon Empire, bulwark of the human world, stands on the brink of civil war. The plans of the enemies of mankind to destroy human civilisation, to restore their own mastery of the world, are well on the way to success. The people of Helberion have vowed to defeat those plans, though. Peace must be restored between the various peoples of mankind so that they can combine their efforts against their true enemy. Even while her country strives to avoid conquest and defeat at the hands of their traditional enemies the Carrowmen, therefore, Princess Ardria journeys to Carrow to meet with the enemy King in an almost hopeless attempt to persuade him of the truth. All her hopes rest on the assumption that he in an unwitting dupe of the true enemy, but lurking at the back of her mind is the fear that he may be all too aware of the truth, that he may have sold out humanity for the promise of personal power. If this is true, then all that awaits her at the end of her journey through fear and danger is imprisonment and the life of a hostage to be used against her father, King Leothan. The Brigadier would help her if he could, but he and Malone, his former batman, are far away, each having their own missions to try and ensure the survival of human civilisation. Having completed his latest task, the Brigadier must race to join her, to assist and protect her, but will he reach her before she arrives at the palace of the enemy King? And will the Princess still have a country to be Princess of by the time she arrives there? Because even if Helberion manages to defeat the all conquering armies of Carrow there is another, even deadlier threat waiting in the wings against which there may be no defence... This is volume three of the Ontogeny series. If you haven't read volume one, Ontogeny, and volume Two, The Electric Messiah, you should read them first.
8 136The Paths of Magick
Credits: Story by Xcaliburnt. Cover Art by @Bervolart. Magick, the power to bend the laws of reality. All because of a mystical substance known as mana. Mages follow the Paths to achieve power, for there is no more addictive chase. Each Path winds and twists, forcing mages through the flames of adversity and challenge. Though the operative word is "path", the reality is far less straightforward. Instead of a road, Paths are like the branches of world trees, erupting into the heavens, intertwining, and ending in sharp snaps. Only the strongest reach the sky. There are several Paths, and many Ways to walk them—variations of the same Path, and like the stars, they are endless. Magick is the sacred flame that scours the fat, rendering the truest self. Superfluous flesh melting away to show the skeleton of one's being. A chance for ascension—apotheosis. Though not every mage works to godhood, if they survive long enough, It is inescapable. Witness the lives of those that tread the knife's edge of self-destruction. Each one intertwined in their search for answers, revenge, and, most of all: power. These individuals have all lost something precious—irreplaceable—and In search of filling the void left behind, they have taken up the mantle of a mage. Per aspera ad astra. Ad mortem vel divinitatis. (Through adversity to the stars. To death or divinity.) There is no consistent release schedule except my consistent inconsistency. Besides, there’s like a thousand pages worth of content, how can—you already read it? Goddamn. Oh, and there is a very long hiatus between volumes as I intend to edit and rewrite a lot. What to Expect: This story is progression fantasy, so expect a healthy dose of training. It's also heavy on slice of life, and it isn't entirely overarching-plot-driven. Expect characters to live their lives, and not always be on some quest to save the world. There's a lot of magic theory and discussion about it in the story. So, if you don't like impromptu lessons on sorcerous theory by traveling monster slayers, this might not be for you. But if you do like it, rejoice! For there is a lot of it. This is also heavy on prose, purple as a bruised eye. I use outdated, uneccesarily collegiate-level terms and play around with the writing style just for the heck of it. I find it fun to wax and wane poetic, and that might grate on you—I don’t plan to change this aspect of the Paths much if at all. Onto the viewer discretion is advised parts: This is grim-dark/ grim-heart. Take the tags seriously. There will be combat scenes that are brutal and horrifying. Fights to the death tend to be. This is a tale about medieval mercenaries (quite literal killers for hire), man-eating monsters, and eldritch gods beyond the material plane. Beside that, there will be traumatic events that are best left unread. I do not detail certain acts I find heinous enough, instead leaving some parts unwritten but still alludded to if not outright stated; there is simply no graphic narration thereof. This is not for the faint of heart.
8 282(Discontinued) Aevitas - Not an NPC [unfinished]
A discontinued story. I don't advise people to read this story, but it is the basis for my new one: Aevitas — I am not an NPC [R] New remodelled version may not yet be out, but if it isn't it should be 'soon'.
8 61Goddess' Landing
Once, a goddess descended from a star and gave birth to magic, but it sparked a long-lasting war between two fronts. Only a hundred years had passed since her disappearance, and a young smith holds the key to unlocking its cause.
8 147SIN | TAEKOOK ✓
Pastor Kim's only son, Kim Taehyung, is the golden boy of their small town with his baritone, soulful voice and pretty face. He's the perfect son; goes to church every Sunday with his favorite Bible in hand, prays when he is supposed to, and most importantly, always follows the word of the Lord, no matter what.Jeon Jungkook is, as the townspeople would say, a lowlife. He's despicably rude, demanding, and at times, an impulsive person. But he can also be kind, patient, and sensitive. Taehyung slowly finds himself seeing a side of Jungkook that others refuse to acknowledge.In a town during the year 1970 where homophobia triumphs and those struggling financially are looked down upon, Taehyung and Jungkook find themselves struggling to stay afloat.-TOP!JKBOTTOM!TAE
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