《A Certain Asura Discovers His Origin》The Meaning Of Strength
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We slowly descended toward the cabin and honestly despite the word of the overzealous old man Shiroi, I wasn't particularly excited about it. It was dead center of a small clearing in the woods, 10x10 and wooden.
Once we had finally landed Shiroi placed his hand on the wooden door, I immediately felt a wave of searing hot energy attack my skin.
"ARGHHH!!!" The pain was unbearable, I dropped to my knees and threw up the contents of my bowels. My eyes started to close
"Shit, I forgot he doesn't circulate Qi yet so he cant protect himself. Nico, circulate his Qi before the boy dies..." My consciousness finally faded.
"How the fuck did it end up like this" Shoto uttered in a low growl. One stupid decision and a day later he finds himself shackled to a cold damp stone wall. Shoto was in what appears to be a cell underground.
He was alone with nothing but his thoughts. He had to escape, there was no time to be regretful he must collect himself if he wants a chance at life.
Shoto heard footsteps approaching his cellar, from the the sound he extrapolated that there were two individuals; Shoto had always had immaculate senses since he was a child: his vision was impeccable, he could always see further than his peers, his sense of smell was horrifyingly potent and he always had a knack for noticing things other people didn't. As the two individuals inched closer he was able to pick up on their conversation.
"He's naught but a bloody halfling Shiroi, Why in gods name are we keeping him alive!?"an angry fellow yelled defiantly.
"Nico, we cant possibly appose the Emperors orders just because of your whim. This is not up for discussion, now stand at your post and behave yourself I'll be back in 1 hour to switch with you."
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I held my head In pain and disbelief, how had I fallen unconscious so suddenly? What in Gods name happened? He pulled himself out of his thoughts when he heard the methodic footsteps from earlier approach his cell.
"Boy." It was Shiroi. "Boy, are you awake yet?" Shiroi was about to turn around as I had left a ten second interval before groggily replying.
"I'm... awake." Shiroi stopped in his tracks opened my cell door and stepped In.
With a flick of his hand a wooden table and two chairs appeared, the table had a multitude of steaming hot meats and different types of fruit. *Growl...* My stomach made numerous noises watching such a sight.
Had I forgot how hungry I was? I looked down and my handcuffs had disappeared and I was suddenly a free man.
"Sit." Shiroi said gently. As if possessed by his words, I moved toward the table sat down and dug into the feast before me.
After a full ten minutes of stuffing my face, I made a satisfied noise and settled down to look at the man before me, only to see clear contempt on his face.
"Are you...finished? Shiroi said slowly not trying to hide his disdain. "If you are, I'd like to ask you some very important questions. If you can answer mine honestly, then you can ask me anything you would like and I promise to answer to the best of my ability's. How does that sound kid." I looked at him for full a minute and finally gave an answer
"Deal".
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GENESIS
Col. Petros Arkansas (Ret.) is abducted from his comfortable home by aliens and his life changes forever. He sets out on this wild adventure of self-discovery, self-enhancement, and in some rare instances self-awareness with little choice. The path he chooses is filled with creatures of folklore, legends and outlandish alien beings, and the steps he takes are far less traveled. Along the way, he discovers his new masters have grand plans for him, if only he would folllow their rules (like that's ever going to happen). Yet, despite all these obstacles, Petros digs deep into that dogged Spec-Ops persona, and meets the road he treads with a hard, determined step, and a willingness to run as fast as he can. Will he run towards these challenges... or away from them? Embark on this epic journey within the Abduction Chronicles.
8 112Star God
An ancient, ageless entity of magic intertwines with the essence of a tribal hero and a god is born. In a land where the worship of any entity is banned and punishable by mass-execution, the young and idealistic deity must come to terms with the ugliness of humanity, and find a way for his flock to survive, and maybe even thrive. A young man born into a mountain tribe treads the path of a hero, but he must learn the extent to which he would go to keep his people and their fledgling god safe and happy. Enemies are everywhere, and to defend their way of life, they must learn to harness the power of magic. Others are ahead of them in this regard, so they must act fast if they are to survive. A Xianxia-esque magic system, but with a focus on Western-style spellcasting and mysticism. This is more or less a deconstruction of classical fantasy and pantheons. The story focuses on two main characters; a God and a hero who serves him. Kingdom building themes are prevalent. If you like it, please remember to rate and review.
8 166The Legend of Fanaura: Cursed
'Hey, need some help there?' An unfamiliar voice echoed through her mind, and she startled, losing her grip on the red phial. It rolled through the grass, away from her. "Oh shoot!" she yelped, and her focus diverted from her opponent for a split second, but it was enough to prove fatal. The beast took advantage of her distraction and lunged towards her. She tried to back away, but in her haste, she stumbled and fell. She looked at the beast, inches away from her, and shut her eyes in fear. She raised her arms to cover her head, even if she knew it was futile. Yet seconds passed, and no pain came. Then she heard the beast let out a pained yelp. She opened her eyes to the familiar sounds of battle before her. A tall man stood before her, locked in battle with the beast. He wielded a sword as long as his height, yet it didn't seem to hinder him in the slightest. She watched in awe as he swung the obviously heavy sword around as if it were light as a feather. His movements were swift and precise, and it didn't take long before the beast fell to the ground, motionless. “You alright there, miss?” The man sheathed his sword across his back, before turning to her. Her eyes widened when she heard his voice. It was the same voice who had that had spoken into her mind and the cause of her almost-fatal distraction. "You...!" she hissed.***She was the chosen one to end the war between the Goddesses when they were supposed to take care of the world balance. Refused to be the pawn of the Goddess she chooses to kill herself, thinking that it will end her obligation and suffering. But when she woke up in another body, she realized that she can't outrun her fate. Being reborn in the same world after the end of the Goddesses war in a pre-apocalyptic situation, she knew she needs to face her fate as the cursed heroine. But her path won't be easy as darkness lurks and hidden between her friends and comrades waiting to punch her in the back and ruined her journey of redemption and world saving. Would she succeed or succumbed once more?
8 113RESCUED AND RISEN
Becoming a stripper or taking part in what most people would term as 'prostitution' was never my dream. Becoming a hooked drug addict was never part of my future plans either. I had always been another normal ambitious teenager with a dream to have a top class job with a huge office on the 30th floor, but all that dream faded and life became a nightmare when I was sold to a drug dealer by my drug addict stepfather, months after mom's illness. The money my stepfather got supposedly kept him high but for me it became more than just being high. My life consisted of abuse, alcohol, drugs,poles and men. I wasn't given a choice to do otherwise, well not until I was rescued or more like pitied and not being killed when my boss and his men were taken out by one of the guy I was sent to seduced that same night. Who is this guy? Well I'm about to find out when I regain consciousness.This is the third book in the mafia trilogy.1.Daddy's Little Assassin2.Caught In The Middle3.Rescued&Risen**
8 132A world that divides us mha/bnha
✨completed as of 12/12/21✨⭐️97k+ words⭐️🌞 finished editing as of 1/2/22🌞🧀you can see my writing get better throughout this book lol🧀When Izuku come face to face with death can his quirk finally finally reveals itself? What happens when things take a sharp left turn? Is this the quirk he's longed for, or is he victim to another mans quirk? Ah yes your prays have been heard, There is dadzawa in this.And something like todobakudeku someone suggested it so I thought I'd give it a shot. Warnings as I won't be putting them above chapter:Death /Main character deathInjuries &Gore Physical Abuse & Mental manipulation Experimentation / medical processes Mental health issuesCreepy old men/ non con medical procedures ^^Descriptive detail of all above^^Cover art by @oksopi12 on Twitter! Story overview on chapter ⓪Started: 25 JanuaryFinished: 12 December
8 171Ms.Thick & Mr.Sexy || 21+ || PJM x READER ||
"Sir you have a meeting with Mr. Kwon in the sixth meeting room in ten minutes then you are going to have Lunch with Mr. Kang in Cuisinerè at 2:45 PM to discuss over the deal and-""Shh...the last thing I want to know is what I've got to do....the thing I actually want to know is.......is if you're wearing a thong underneath this skirt of yours...." ×Slow Updates×Please read at your own risk.Started: 18/4/21Ended: Not yet
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