《All Poems (DDLC)》Special Poem 10
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Frozen Armies
Camerak, home world of the cold blooded Visius, has seen its fair share of wars over the centuries. But the wars have all ended. Now, there is only the Tarabashian empire, ruled by a single queen with a terrible problem. Her world is dying. Slowly but surely the oceans are turning to ice and temperatures drop further every year. No army, no matter how big, can solve this threat to her empire. No spear or sword or axe can stop what is coming. Or can it? When a disgraced, treacherous lord offers her a way to save her empire and her people queen Yeshara is eager to take it. And this is where our story begins, with over a million soldiers marching off to war. Updates every week
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The Djinn's Price
Albek Shokarov, a teenager struggling to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, unwillingly enters into a contract with an entity he calls the Voice. Something changes inside him on that day, and he soon discovers that he wields a power that gives him a leg-up on the competition—though it comes at a price. Albek soon learns that the Voice isn’t the only being with an interest in him. He will soon question everything that he thought he knew about himself and his family as he is drawn deeper and deeper into a web of deceit and evil intentions. We all have a breaking point. Some may be pushed more than others, but everyone has a limit. These are the threads binding us to our identity that, once pulled taut, can't go any further without snapping. When every last thread is cut and we are left to face ourselves in a mirror, will we even recognize the person standing there? This is a tale of loss, of the powerless achieving power, of gods and men, and of the hatred and ambition that propels the founding of a legend. This is a tale of revenge. Either Albek will break his chains, or they'll break him. Updating intermittently.
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The Last Journey
A slice of life litrpg story... or is it? It's burning slow, though. Moving on: War comes with a great cost. Lives and time wasted for most part. One could either be run with sword, be poisoned, be bowed, and sometimes meet their end with just a tiny speck of wood. With magic, it becomes even more colorful. From lightning, to worse poison, to hovering rocks, to weird bladed leaves, to whipping roots, and to a lot more odd things easily reasoned with magic. A wonderful creation. But once used to something more than wonder, more than tricks to gather laughs, it becomes worse. War becomes worse. For there is not only blood to be spilled. A particular town almost met the same end. Soldiers geared with swrords and bows came with mounts. Horses burning lush grasses as it cracked boulders and the soil alike with every step. The kind that only war ones could ever do. Even strange wheeled creations that oozed danger were towed, loaded with something meant to destroy. But not once had they acted upon what such devices should've done, nor what an an army is supposed to do. Siege never occurred, as much as a command to war. No. Magic existed so a simple little fire is all the worth the town has. No sword drawn, no arrows nocked, nothing. Just some mana spent and through the ash they march. That was how Nudius saw her end. It came not even as a surprise. She didn't have the moment to fully register what occurred before she found herself in an empty dark space. Life lost, time spent. All from a fire that had not even touched her. But she knew very well that it was magic. Something she wished to have and strived for to have. Yet it seemed that none of it would matter now. Nudius was well aware of what the color around meant, of the odd situation, of the unfeeling state of her being. It was death and that was it. She didn't have to worry or dream further. Although there wasn't what she truly wanted in what death to her is, but at least, Nudius was comforted to what she believed death is. Rest. But little did she know there's something more than that empty space. It wasn't only the promise of rest, but was also more than she could ever hope for. Another chance at life. Another chance to dream. ***Tags are there just in case. You never know! Umm... HI-MI-TSU. Story blurb+: This is slow burn, quite slice of life story about a girl learning magic. All the while as she fatten herself up. So yeah, progression fantasy. But there's Litrpg! Numbers! Magic! Spells! And of course! There's something more. But read on ahead, please. Oh yes. Plot! There is, too. Disclaimer: The cover isn't made by me. Just layered it with a text. I got it from a free website, if I correctly recall. I'll see to it. (Haven't worked on it.)
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WatchTower
What was a hero? Someone with superpowers? Or was it someone that devoted themselves to helping others? Aaron didn't know; but he did know that one day he, and a few others had woken up with powers and his girlfriend, a hero enthusiast with a little too much money and free time on her hands was more than willing to make them into heroes. Discord to talk with me and others (hopefully~) : https://discord.gg/XnNwkKxX7x Other book: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/22256/finley--the-lost-prince
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The Unknown
Not good with descriptions so please read it's really good thank you
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The Maxwells' Legacy
One is shrouded in Mystery. The other is Cold, Stoic, but Empathetical. The Third is Insane, Cunning, but Kind. Watch as these three beings grow from the bottom of the ladder to the top and how they continue onwards together after reaching the top. This is the Legacy of the Maxwells. (Posts Every Tuesdays, Unless Otherwise Noted) (This series is already ahead on a different website. Here's the link: https://tapas.io/series/The-Maxwells-Legacy/info )
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