《Battle for the Photon Core [Inter-Universal Protectors: Book 1]》Chapter 19
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Ozialon was nothing but ruins. Dark, dusted, crumbling ruins.
Xix Acheron brushed a hand over a small stone pillar, at the memory of what once rested on it. This place had once thrived greatly; one of the most powerful worlds in the system. Now, thanks to the ongoing war between Lyriumia and Terpola, the place had become uninhabitable.
Xix was one of those captured by Terpola’s forces on the day they decided this world was too powerful. She had not forgotten that day, the day where her life and the lives of everyone she knew changed forever. She could only pray her people had not forgotten her sacrifice. Her promise. She knew those who escaped were still very much alive somewhere in the multiverse.
Xix eyed the Terpolite guards who watched her closely.
She would play along with Tara’s plan for now. At the very least, until she got a chance to run. Oh, she would run and run and run. She would not stop running until she found a place that had never heard of the Forgotten War. Surely, such a place existed out there.
She had lost so much in that battle.
Her family – those who took her in after her parents abandoned her – was brutally slaughtered as they fought to defend her. She was the last surviving heir to her people. Oh, what power she had back then! Before the cuffs and the chains that made her as weak as regular mortals, though she was nothing like them in terms of power. She still had that kernel of her power building up as it had been for the last two thousand years.
Yes, she had been counting the whole time she was trapped in the darkness.
Tara thought it would break her. She did not realise that the darkness spoke to her. Soothed her in ways only a chosen few of her people had known. It was the gift of the ancestors. So many of her people were trapped in the mines and orisons of Terpola. Some had broken under the strain. It was almost impossible not to do so.
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Xix begged her people to hold on when they passed each other in the dimly lit hallways. She would remind them of how the darkness was their friend, not their warden. Darkness was all that would remain when the War was over, and they had no reason to fear it. She sent a silent prayer to the Goddess of the Stars – her people’s patron – every day. She hoped the Goddess was watching over them all in her own way and would help them in their escape.
Yes, they would escape.
Maybe not today, but it would come.
She would break the chains that kept her power at bay. When she did, all the light in existence would not be able to stop what she would unleash. Even those who controlled the darkness would not be able to control her any longer.
She would join her cohorts far away from this War. They would live in peace, not the way her biological parents wanted before they sent her away. Oh, how she resented those people.
She was their secret; the one member of the family line no one could know about. It would cause all sorts of chaos that could cause tidal waves throughout the multiverse. Even her half-sister did not know of her existence, though there was no doubt the both of them could sense each other’s power.
Xix was a child of the night; daughter of the Dark King; Heir of Darkness.
It was just a matter of time now.
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Milo lives in a steel cave within a man-made mountain of steel and concrete. He spends his days repairing the machinery that keeps the habitat livable and tinkering with the prosthetics that help his twisted body move about through the small tunnels and air shafts that are his world. He's as much a piece of discarded machinery as the equipment he keeps running. Given a chance at being someone different will he become a hero and live in the sunlight? The light beckons, but there are secrets buried in the ground. Ancient mysteries left by races that delved deep and stayed below. Maybe only a tunnel rat culd find them?And thanks to the artist of that handsome rat for inspiration. Find more of her work here: https://www.deviantart.com/watch/memymine/deviations
8 284My Delirium Alcazar
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8 85Fractured World
Two different people, years apart in age, in experience, and in life, but both have been caught up in an extraordinary event. A place of business has been dragged to another world and now they must figure out what they're doing there and how to survive a world filled with magic, monsters, and non-humans.
8 176Reborn Into My Novel
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8 79Wish of the End
Somewhat unemotional, and cynical main character who is bored of monotony of normal days. Walking to a two graves, he slowly looked at them and said-"""How long has it been?"With silence as answer he slowly turns back and walks away."""I will visit soon again mom, dad..."""" said person with dead fish eyes, walking as sun was setting, giving red and depressing feel to the scene as he was descending the graveyard. Yeahh....dunno what to write more, don't want to spoil. Follow our main character as he will be in world not as boring as ours and live dream, all of us want.-Disclaimer: I will definitely make MC be OP. As i not just like op main characters--- I LOVE THEM!!!. I hate harems, not just hate but I DESPISE THEM!!!!... so no harem. English is not my first language so pardon my errors in story.
8 184Scenarios And Preferences
ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP TO 18This book was inspired by: @New_Skara_ScreamCover Edited By Me, But The Original Photo Is Not Mine So Credits To The Rightful Owner.Copyright © 2020 by: crimson_rose_12 All Rights Reserved Anyone Who Uploads My Story On Any Website Without My Consent Or Permission Will Be Reported Immediately.So Please Don't Steal My Ideas, Or Else Legal Actions Will Be Used.
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