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One minute you were having a fun time with your family and friends, and the next you found yourself in the ocean.
Before the waves shoved you on the beach of an unknown island.
You have been walking along the beach of the island for about two to three hours, your body is weak.
Honestly, you are just too afraid to go into the forest, fearing that there might be some wild animals who can attack you.
"I want to die," you say, before your legs give up on you, and you fall on your back on the rough sand.
You don't know what happened to your family, but you feel like they are dead by now.
And thinking about it in that way, brought tears to your eyes.
You close your eyes, in hopes of relaxing and forgetting about your tragedy.
Everything was calm for a few minutes until you get hit at your right so roughly that you open your eyes and gasp in pain and shock.
You sit up and look at the person who has hit you with their foot, only to see the most prettiest man you have ever seen in your life.
He is tall and looks to be the same age as you, his hair is as dark as the night, reaching to his shoulders length and his eyes are a stormy grey color yet sharp.
The stranger is also dressed in weird robes, however, they are elegant.
"You are a....female?"
You didn't understand what language he just spoke, but it is different from your native language.
"What?" you ask back in your language.
He doesn't speak a word as he picks your body up and throws you over his left shoulder.
You were about to fight him, but you felt so weak to do so.
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𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍
Your mouth almost drops in shock upon seeing the forest.
There's a large beautiful kingdom behind this forest.
Strangely, you only see males, not females...so how come there are young boys...where are their families.
Many citizens looked at you in wonder and shock.
Honestly, you tried to make a conversation with him but gave up once you realized that he doesn't even know your language
The handsome stranger whom you don't even know his name walks inside the large palace until he reaches the throne room
The guards let him in without hesitation.
He drops you on the ground in front of who you assumed to be the king of this kingdom.
You slowly look up to see a man sitting on the throne, and a frown graces his face upon seeing you.
"What do we have here?"
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Viridescent Core
Some mortals see dungeons as a plague to destroy. Some mortals see dungeons as a resource to manage and harvest. Some mortals see dungeons as a place to train and advance. However, all of them agree on something. Dungeons are unnatural and deadly. Places where death stalks every corner and monsters thrive. What mortals forget, in their hubris of tools and civilizations, is that Mother Nature is often the deadliest of all. Feel free to write any comment, suggestion, or criticism. I read and appreciate every single one! Releases are on Mondays and Thursdays. With occasional bonus chapters on Saturdays. Have a nice day ^^
8 244Sleeping Through the Apocalypse
Our 'valiant hero' Mark just finished a 72-hour VRMMO marathon and passed out as soon as he reached his goal. His rest is disturbed by patch notes, but he sleeps as the world he knows ends, and a terrifying game begins. Join Mark as he discovers the wonders and horrors of the new world that awaits him. This is 'realistic' and chaotic. There is cursing and gore. I do my best to imagine how a person would actually handle the apocalypse, and the answer is "not well."
8 164Mortem Comedenti(Death Eater)
"How I wish I could save you from the anguish and pain you will receive. You will walk alone, afraid. You will gain power that you hate. That hate will turn towards yourself. Your convictions and principles will be challenged and thrown into the fires and woes of regret. Sorrow will replace your bones, anger will flow instead of blood, deceit will shape your eyes. Maybe, if your will is strong enough, Your soul will remain." Thanks Asviloka for the cover! :)
8 133Toothpick
“Hello! My humble audience! I, the Bard of the North, am going to tell you a tale. Nothing new, nothing old. A story of a hero, some may say, others a poor boy who was hated by the world.” The storyteller paused as he waited, right timing was everything when telling a story. Pacing… Too slow and the audience became bored then left without tossing even the smallest of coins. If he spoke too fast and rushed the story. It would leave the audience confused and having no reason to be impressed. So like any good storyteller, the Bard has to do a balancing act of sorts. Not too slow, not too fast. Just perfectly in the middle. “In a shattered country in the south, a novice princeling has the ambition to mend a torn tapestry that is his birthplace. Struggling to fend off those who would usurp the throne in an unending civil war spanning centuries. A mercenary that left only death in his wake, unable to stave off the monotony and peace of life. He looks back at the path laden with bodies, wondering if it was all worth it. Wandering souls summoned by a madman, travel away from a wasteland in a foreign land, the first alone, the others as companions. A deity, ancient in her years, waiting to be freed from a duty she no longer enjoys. For all these people and their stories, none are the hero of this tale. No, the hero is not grand, not wise, not ready.. he was punished for nothing of his doing, who was an outcast that was unloved by many, including his father.” This was always the big reveal novices use to jump off into their story. He did not start here, instead, like any good fishermen, he set the bait and waited until the fish bit before pulling. As he saw the audience's eyes focus, he then started the backstory. The harness, that stopped the listeners from having metaphorical whiplash. The foreshadowing. “But that is not where the story starts. No, not even the hero's birth. Where the story begins, is the boredom of the deity, a deity many know of. She who hunts for the impossible, the guide for those who have lost the path, the Huntress of Mallon--” A small pause, a short breath. “--All old names for a single powerful being that has roamed the grounds of this continent longer than any line of kings or queens, lords or ladies. A being of worship for many an individual…” One last breath. And he began singing the first verse.
8 289The horseman, death
The four horseman were always viewed as powerful beings that are bringers of the apocalypse. Things that destroyed humanity for the devil and god. Four experimental humans were given great strength and power through science that humanity gave them the names of the four. They all were normal human's until they were taken and experimented on. Now whenever someone gets close to them they die in a way that depends on which horseman they were closest to. So what will happen when they are taken to a fantasy world and become the actual embodiment of their names.P.s. This story will be from death's POV the entire time
8 91The Vampires Little
Jackson Malik, the bad boy, the risk taker expects to be a Dom only to find out he is a little but not just that he has a phobia which is very rare.The Vampire Demetri twins Ashton and Zoe take on a certain liking to Jackson when that are asked to pick him up from the classification centre. Follow Jackson with his story and find out what happens.
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