《REJECTED BUT HELPFUL》GOING TO LOOK FOR THEM
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The Featherlight Transmission
In the ancient desert metropolis of Wellspring City, magic is dead, and technology reigns supreme. Baulric Featherlight, one of thousands of street mages for hire, is summoned by the City Watch to assist with a particularly grisly murder - the deed was done by a rogue mage, and the fanatical Dynamic Brotherhood will have every arcanist in the city pay for it. The killer continues carving a line of death throughout all twenty sectors of the city, and anti-magic sentiment begins to rise. Will Featherlight's singular skills be enough to hunt down this elusive killer? Or will fear and old hatreds finally tear Wellspring City apart? (Cover art by the inestimable UncertaintyCrossing. You can find more of his enchanting works here.) hi! im the guy that wrote this story. i hope you like reading it. im bad at elevator pitches ^ and honestly, it's a little misleading. it's really just a detective noir with a few extras. if you like detective stories, this is a good one. it's got robots and magic and stuff too. have fun! (obligatory extra note: im an internet busker who subsists on the generosity of readers like you. if you haven't done your good deed for the day and you think my work is worth paying for, why not tip some spare change into my hat? i'd be awful appreciative ♥) [premium game of the year DLC edition edit: if you've read the whole thing for free and want to buy a copy for yourself, this dang ol' story is available for purchase on amazon now. it's not super special, but showing your support by buying it would make writing new ones a lot easier. thanks a million billion for reading either way ♥]
8 110Record of Naruto Verse
On the verge of death, he activated a certain scroll that he couldn't decipher even researching in many ways. The name of that scroll is [Record of Naruto Verse]. By using his new gain power his ambition is to revive his destroyed sect and loved ones, and achieve the acknowledgment as the strongest person in the world, his journey began. [Author Note:] 1] Yep, this story will be fast pace story. So an early warning for that. 2] I have no future plot-plan 3] There will be many plot hole like original :p . 4] It might not be a good story, I just started writing to spend my time and so post here to help you to spend your time. 5] And enjoy. *** Remember, I also post this fanfiction on RoyalRoadl.com by the name of LordNoname. I also wrote the same thing there.
8 640Gamer wars
[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] Andy has little to live for and even less fucks to give. When at the end of his rope, a stranger offers him a deal to enter a competition with life and deaths stakes in a series of games against other gamers, he doesn't hesitate to accept. After all the prize for winning is enough to turn everything around for him.Authors note - WARNING, spoilers ahead: The first game played is a hardcore engineering focused space survival. So stay away, if that's not your sort of thing.
8 215Spirit Of The Forest (Dropped)
A Hero and a child? Nature and war. To save the kingdom? To save the forest? I wonder where this will lead. Author's Note: Teehee First time writing Image taken from google
8 172Liber Nominum Universalia
In this world there are things and beings who roam freely in the corners of our visions and places where the light of the sun and moon do not reach. There are things that raindrops have never touched, lands where humans may rarely set foot. And there are those whose names have been forgotten. Maeno Ayumu wanted to be one of the majority who lived without the knowledge of such things. But one summer, a pocketbook and a black cat opened the doors to the Other Side- doors he could no longer keep locked. And thus begins his journey towards learning forgotten names and forging unlikely bonds, so that those who live in darkness may never fade forgotten. Cover picture taken by Julissa Helmuth
8 73Voices at Sunset
Sartore is a young boy in a village, quiet and shy. He seems left out, both by the village's celebrations and whatever friends he thinks he has. Amidst one of those traditions, something snags Sartore's eyes and ears: an inaudible whisper in the back of his head. He follows where it seems to lead him, to a lake behind his house, to watch the sunset. Behind him, all the villagers freeze halt their revelry upon the approach of an army.
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