《RELEASE ME》Saved: Miracles?
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Hahaha. Some of my readers might now be wondering why im laughing, well, your time of wondering have come to an end where I tell you how amazingly God let me feel like I could trample any evil set before me, although I was still afraid of course but, in the smallest quantity fear did exist.
I have been home for some months back then, not going out, facing spiritual battles as if im sitting down and watching a movie at times, but, I didn't even know that it was evil spirits that I was battling day and night, although yes, it started of as how it started in part one the Satanists and the Demons. I was on my bed one night listening, and suddenly I felt and saw something like a huge bubble was moving under my skin, for you know anything pressed against the skin it sinks in so anything that is in, it would make the skin press outwards. It did hurt, it felt like something rough was rubbing across my organs and in pain I rested my hand on the area which was the right side of my lower abdomen and said "in the name of the Lord, die", and suddenly I witnessed the shape on my abdomen disappearing with a sharp pain, I was amazed! Another followed and I repeated and the same thing happened, amazing! But then, I remembered my mother and little brothers were all sleeping, I rushed to them individually and there the same appeared in each of their abdomens, without thinking I rested my hand on each of them, without even remembering that I should have said "in the name of the lord", I only said die, and the things which appeared have died. "I know my family was targeted", I thought, the only thing that I could have killed in the name of the lord were demonic agents, couldnt be anything good.
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Miracles, yes miracles, I felt powerful but still knowing that i'm not the one who had my own powers given to myself, I remained humble and honoured God. Days passed, I found myself kneeling on a mat at the front door of my residence, looking up to the sky with hands clasped, worshipping and praying, praising God daily. I found myself once breathing, as if I could control wind by just taking simple breaths, yeah I said it, my body vibrated when I breathe, the earth shook beneath my feet when I took even the slightest of a step down off my bed, "O how do you congratulate me dear God?, you have done so in the form of spiritual gifts?" My mother wouldnt have known this until she reads this part of the story, I didnt know how to explain this to her and then I thought to myself that she wouldnt understand it as well. I have tested these gifts secretly around people and, it seems that no one realised, even my old man, i'm his second, I have tested it around him doesn't seem like he realised as well, but God knows best. These gifts made me feel happy as well, of course, because I know that, well I got the weight of an hundred or maybe a thousand men in spirit, I felt like a hero, or something like that, but I knew well I couldnt say a thing, boasting is not of the Lord, our God.
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Adagio of the Enlightened
The Elders will tell you the stories and lore. Of our ancestors, their deeds, and of the foes of yore. They will praise to you the chariot, and how it flew to the stars. How it stole the sun's light and slew the night’s roar.The Shamans will tell you the tales of their wisdom. Their wars on schism, and the unlettered world of ours before. Perhaps they will sing you the songs of what our clans' ancient customs tore. Poems of how our ancestors took what the discs had offered them, the manna and the mundane, and made it more.The kings will tell you of the follies, the sins, and the anecdotes of all our ancestors' wrongs. They will curse to you their names, the Ender of Fate and the Ruined Song. How they had dug up the hearts of the discs, euchred its relics, and blasphemed its prophecies, with oracles withdrawn.But they will only tell you the legends, recount the myths, and sing the allegories washed ashore.The Elders, the Shamans, and the kings can only retell what the storytellers of their own time had voiced. What they have read in books or heard in the minstrels' songs they adore.They don't know what really happened. They were never there.They can't tell you how our ancestors slew the angels from the sky, and sent them back to where they belonged. How they poisoned our minds, and made our people slothful and feeble, with the reforms they had undergone.But I can.I can tell you how the Ender of Fate severed destiny's strings, weakened them, and weaved them to our feeble flesh and souls.I can tell you how the Ruined song razed the heavens with her blood-stained melody, and reshaped our hell into utopia, with the deaths she deplored.Because I was there. I can tell you the truth, with my virtue strong. ----> Disclaimer: This will be a slow-burn, character-driven, non-harem, slice-of-life web novel with cultivation and kingdom-building elements. Also known as "The Hidden Sage and the Star Chariot" on "Reddit HFY". Schedule: First 7 days, 3 chapters daily. Then 1 daily chapter until November. Patreon - (Unlock up to chapter 67) [participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]
8 184Reincarnated as a Red Dragon
(Currently on a permanent Hiatus!) Arthur was a loner in life. He was also a big D&D nerd. He was murdered in a burglary gone wrong. Arthur awoke to see in front of him, a woman, who explained he was going to be reincarnated into the world of D&D! And as luck would have it, also as an Ancient Red Dragon. Follow the thoughtful MC as he makes his way through the magical world as a dragon, in his own way! (This is a D&D fiction, Set in a classic D&D world, with the MC being reincarnated into an ancient red dragon from D&D. This is also my very first written story ever, so bear with me. Thanks for reading!) Photo by Adam Wilson on Unsplash!
8 149Blood and Soul
Our realm has always been split into two: Those from the old world.And those from the new. When a deadly and magical plague created yet another caste in our realm, those of the new world thought it a punishment from the gods for their destruction and abandonment of their roots, but those in the old world knew the truth. That was to be the beginning of a long and drawn out war between creatures that have roamed the realm for centuries and monsters that never should have came into being.
8 181Power of Possibility
In 8th century Greece, legends and myths were an everyday occurrence. Stories of great demigods like Heracles were told around the hearth to the young and old alike. Aleksander was not one that really cared much about legends. But it's usually those that do not seek to be a legend, that ends up becoming one. Thrust out of everything he knows he is forced on a voyage that leads him further away than any gods had gone in the legends. Will the new world favour him like the great Achilles and the strong Heracles, or will he merely be a footnote in history? Join him in his unexpected rise to myth in a history unknown to the modern world. P.S. Cover is not the MC. It's a depiction of the Ashen one. Updates every Mon/Wed/Fri
8 133sad quotes :(
"Are you okay?"Always the same question."I'm fine."Always the same lie.❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀✿❀*None of these quotes are written by me unless stated otherwise*~ please support my other books as well ~🙈💕
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