《Enda (Boyxboy)》Chapter 40: Risky Bussiness.
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I am flung forward into the wall as shards of glass crash into the wall beside my face. I cover my face as a huge shard flies towards my head. My eyes widen as a flash of red splashes into my eyes.
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"Fuck!" I hiss, hitting the wall. Shards of glass flying around me. I growl in anger, "What the fuck was that?!"
"That, is another attack from the Underworld army." Luckie answers, Zi and Daegi struggling with a huge ugly ogre fighting to get into the hallway entrance.
"Where's Canton?!" I shout, my heart dropping. Canton is still drained from a few days ago. "Well where is he, Luckie?!"
"He was in his room resting." Luckie thrusts out black magic at a few small demon dogs. They get shredded into nothing but a pile of flesh and organs. I look through the broken window and see blood splattered onto the wall. Near Canton's room.
"I can't sense much from Canton!"
"I can smell his blood!!" Ujik growls, rushing past us. Suzuki on his trail. My pulse speeds up.
"Canton?!" I scream, running down the hallway to his room. Seeing him leaning against the wall near his room. "CANTON?!"
"Shut up." Canton responds, blood all over him. He holds up his arm. Blood squirting all over. Ujik rushing to him, sliding on the floor onto his knees. Wrapping a cloth around Cantons arm. I stare.
"Canton....your hand it's..."
"It's fine. I'll be fine." Canton says, before seeing his missing limb on the ground, "Did someone lose a hand?"
"Canton, really?" Ujik asks, Suzuki stares down at Canton shocked.
"Canton needs both hands to use all the power within him." He says, Canton rolls his eyes.
"I still have both hands, silly."
"No, no you don't." I say, harshly.
"But I do. I-"
CRASH!!!
Dragons roar and the glass shatters. Luckie covers me while Suzuki covers Ujik and Canton. Then Dukem emerges. Looking drained and broken hearted but holding his blade hastily in hand. He runs over to us.
"Sorry, where's Can- (See's the cut limb) Uh, who's is that?" Dukem points to the hand. Canton see's.
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"Well that looks like..." Canton's eyes widen, "That's my fucking hand!!! What the fuck!!"
"Calm down, Canton." Ujik growls. Dragons crawl to the intruders and whip around the demons. Before a huge black dragon with red eyes emerges attacking them. "Fuck, we need to move!!"
"What about my hand!!"
"Grab it and let's go!" I hiss, running down the hallway.
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"My hand..." I trail off, looking around for Lithu. "Where's Lithu?"
"He's with father. Calm down."
"I need to see Lithu. We need to banish them again. I need to see Lithu." I demand, making Mynx glare at me. Smack! My cheek burns and eyes water from the force. I stare at Mynx. "What the fuck, Mynx?"
"I'm sick of your whining. If you were truly the Prince of light than we wouldn't be doing this right now. (Grits teeth) I deserve to have that title more than you." Mynx growls, I scowl.
"You're afraid to show your face. A prince that's scared of showing his face is-"
"Fuck you! At least I don't go bitching about how I'm useless with my power. If you trained as long as I have you would have-"
"That's where you and I differ I know! But what can I do I was sent to earth. I can't say I'm sorry for not knowing about-"
"You're not hero worthy I am!"
"Mynx, (heart gets heavy) yeah you are. I am supposed to be the hero but I make hasty decisions and you turn up and always save me. I'm useless, I know. (Daegi points to a falling Dragonheart) I wish I could be more like you."
"Dragonheart!!!!" Daegi screams, running away flailing his arms.
I flinch as Dukem grabs me and tosses me over his shoulder rushing away quickly. The shape of the falling Dragonheart getting closer to the ground. I start shouting. Before getting thrown onto the ground as the wind gushes from the Dragonhearts landing hits us. I wince in pain.
"Ouch." I whine.
Getting pulled back onto my feet and dragged to the meeting room. Lithu and father killing some possessed faeries. Lithu slashing into one the wings and digging it out. Blood spurts onto his hands. I pull away from the guys and grasp onto Lithu's white cloak with my one hand. Father runs to the wall, does a backflip over the faerie and cuts his air blade into the faeries head pulling it back and the faerie falls limp. I stare, amazed. Even dads a better fighter than me. Dad stops and retracts his blade back into his hand. He snickers.
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"That was so much fun!" He shouts, happily clapping his hands.
"Jeez, you're still the same." Luckie comments, face palming. Ujik chuckles, nodding.
"Canton?" Lithu asks, I let go of his cloak and gaze into his eyes.
"We need to do the banishing spell again." I command, Lithu looks at my arm. Shaking his head.
"We cannot do it if you only have one hand." Lithu responds, pushing me away. I stare at him.
"So how-"
"I will lead. Just follow." He instructs. My loving gaze turns into hatred. I grab his arm and squeeze.
"What do you mean, you-" He slaps my hand away. I stare dejected. My mouth moving but not making a sound.
"Follow my lead!" He commands, making hand gestures and saying something in a different language. A big white circle surrounds us.
"What are you doing? We can't leave them here?!" Mynx disapproves angry.
"They have already retreated. Everyone is safe. This attack was to be expected." Lithu responds, I shake my head stepping back out of the circle. Windows shatter and the shards fall onto the ground in twos and threes. I bleed out more.
"Lithu?" I ask almost in a whisper.
Red eyes glare at me....
"Canton?" Daegi asks, noticing I'm not in the circle, "What are you doing?"
"I-It's wrong. I-I..." Red eyes surround me and I feel cornered. My feet backing up to the wall. I slide down it and cover my eyes with my hand. "Something's wrong. I-I can feel it. There's something wrong. I-I can't leave."
"Freedom?" Father says, watching me. I get up and fling myself out the window.
"CANTON!!!" Mynx screams. Before I turn to see a flash of white.
Dragonhearts fight to keep whoever is here alive. A three headed behemoth demon swats at the ones flying around him. Trying to take him down. I look at the opening for the sun and moon in the Earth city on the ceiling. If I can call a Dragonheart than I can escape that way.
"Canton, come here..." I hear whispered in my ear. Spinning around to see the red eyes pursuing me. I flinch and run.
Jumping over pieces of cement and trees. Wincing from pain as my body begins to feel weak. I see a fire of burning dead demons piled up. Then glance at my arm. Dashing up to it and taking off the cloth. Holding my bloody nub out. Biting down on my lip. The fire melts the nub. I mentally scream for my life. Biting down hard breaking skin. Blood trickling down my jaw. The fire burns away the exposed skin cooking the opening closed. I stop biting my lip. Blood covering my jaw. The perfect imprint of my teeth sunk into my bottom lip. My body starts to shake impulsively. I scream, the fire closing up my wound. I pull away. Sweating, shaking and gasping for air. But look at my nub and see that it's closed. Cooked is more appropriate. Dragonhearts roar above me. I peer up meeting the bright pink eyes of one.
"Help me." I whisper, holding my hand up to him. Sending a ball of light towards him. The dragon smirks, lowering to the ground near me.
"What are you doing here, Endamin? You could've been killed." The dragons deep loud voice says to me. Glancing at my burnt nub. I snicker.
~Canton, come to us~
"Come where?" I question, staring back at the red eyes.
~Dragons peak~
"Dragonheart, take me to dragons peak." I command, the dragon lowers his head for me to get on.
"As you wish." He responds.
The red eyes watch as we fly off and up into the ceiling. The wind blowing through my hair as we reach the outside. The Suns beginning to set. I sigh. I don't want to worry everyone. I had no choice.
I heard something...
It could change everything that we know....
Everything that I've known....
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Sera
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8 176Passing Onto Fog
This is another attempt at the world travelling reincarnator. I dropped my other story because I didn't like where it was going and I felt trapped in the Narutoverse. This time, I'm going to have the main character travelling to more than just one world and they won't all be action based. Have fun and thank you! The first chapters are rough, but I believe I'm improving! Please stick around while I find the style I wish to write in!
8 139Toothpick
“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 289A Warrior's Love (BL)
"Your mind is dark, your eyes are dull, your life is bleaker than feces, and your heart is covered in ash." She removed one hand to keep her veils on her head as the topmost shawl slipped down her neck. She continued to speak, "Your blood is cold. If you remain this way, you will die before you can find your love." The Krasean lowered his veil, revealing his face to us. He tipped his head upward so I can see his honey coloured eyes that were duller than his peoples'. Black eyeliner outlined the rim of his eyes, drawing attention to his enchanting eyes. "Whoever your lover is, they are your other half. You will endure hardships and pain because of them. You will also make them feel the same." She looked conflicted like she did not know whether to tell me this was good or bad. "In their eyes, you are the evilest and the godliest. How contradicting this is!" "Did you slap me?" I held the helmet between the pit of my elbow and my waist. One hand slowly reached up to rub my numb cheek. It has been forever since someone last slapped me. Now, no one who knew my identity would dare to hit me directly. "The blood coursing through your veins, it's hot and dangerous. You cannot be tamed easily and this may be the cause of your downfall." A strange grimace graced her wrinkled face. I swear to the gods she is ageing each second! "I see your fall. Someone with too much power automatically becomes a threat. You're no longer seen as an ally, but a monster."
8 182Modded Reality
Anything goes when a God creates you for the sole purpose of populating the world. The mission was to go forward and fight the tides of evil. 300 word chapters, releases everyday. Nothing matters. The world is a lie. Each chapter inspired by different minecraft mods.
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