Fire eats like an insatiable tongue, rampaging to taste, burn and devour. When it's done, after it has taken everything from you, it stares you down — red in the eyes, flames dancing as if to celebrate at the sight of your tears.
Fire took everything away from Mishal. Fire is what she'll use to take it all back.
A story about pursuing the Dao free and unfettered, free from constraints, free to act according to one's will without fear while adventuring the a crazy world which is beyond what science can explain, where it is normal to see things that don't follow common sense.
Trapped within an ancient, forbidden reliquary by a sudden earthquake, the only thing Mika wants is to escape with his life. But when his frantic search for a way out ends with him face to face with the so called Relic at the heart of the facility, well... plans change.
Forced on the run from the Eidatic Priesthood and a powerful Rememberancer bent on returning the 'Relic', Mika and Io must delve ancient ruins, brave trecherous waters and survive amidst a civil war if they have any hope of reaching the Jade Facility and the crucial information that is their only hope for survival.
This fiction updates every Tuesday at 7:00 EST.
Angus was a successful person in life. But due to misfortunate tragedies and with his misfortunate cause of death. He was reincarnated into a fantasy world full of monsters and magic, yet: as his latter form in such said world;
HE WAS REINCARNATED AS A ROCK?!
*All names that do not belong to this book is respectfully only used for references. I do not own ex.Dragon Ball/Ichigo/Madara/Toriko, or something else. Only just for references.
*I do not claim to own any IRL songs/names used in here as well. I just really love them.
*With respect, I urge you to listen/watch some of them on Youtube in case you haven't heard of them. Pretty good stuff.
*Lastly, enjoy reading! Because I love to see my readers enjoying this novel.
Humanity endures. The phrase is not only an informal slogan of the reformed United Nations, but a rallying cry the world over. Even in the face of extermination, we struggled, we fought, and we endured.
But just how close did we actually come? In our darkest hour, how many steps separated our species from oblivion? And are we even safe now? Were the mistakes made by earlier generations really so obvious? Or are they only so blatent when we look back with the advantage of hindsight? If so, what horrors might be staring us in the face even now that no one has the foresight to prevent?
Drawn from thousands of interviews, as well as uncorrupted contemporary recordings and source documentation dating back to the early 2000s; Points of Light is a definative look at the last half century of upheaval, prosperity and carnage. It tells the tale of what happened, how it happened, who was responsible and most importantly, what we might be able to do to prevent it from happening again.
This is a rewrite of a previously started fiction under a pen-name. Chapters will be updated every two days at 6:00 EST.
Strong Language In Story Warning
Born as the eldest in a poor family, Michael always thought it was his duty to provide. All his life he has dedicated his whole being into working.
Eveything was going well. He found a job, and income was flowing. Heading into bed with the intention of taking a temporary slumber, Michael awoke to find himself in Krodoa, a planet that was filled with magic.
Born as a cripple, Michael believed it was the gods' way of saying, "you may rest". But those same gods got him involved in various... incidents. Can the overworked Michael find the time to rest?
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*Yawn*, "i really dont wanna get uo today regardless i have my first job interview at 16."And now my parents are dead and im stuck here making money to live in a small apartment *Sigh" Then Suddenly the young woman was telepoerted somewhere else, who knows where, However she would soon find out on her journey!
When Dean encounters a dungeon core that has been stranded on Earth, his life is changed forever. Now bonded to the core, he marvels at the changes in himself, chief among them the ability to use magic and level up. He doesn't have long to adjust to his new life before he is called upon to defend Earth from a danger that threatens not only him and the people around him, but the very planet itself.
Who knew death was not the end? I met One and the next thing I know I'm God. Technically I'm still dead, meaning God is dead. But don't mind that. From now on I'll just have no worries about anything (including clothes) and go see what I find in the multiverse. Wanna come with me?
Author's note: This is just an idea I've got in my head and I'm pantsing. Not sure how far I can take it. Also, this story is public domain. Use it as you wish.
Full Title: Reincarnated in a Post-Apocalyptic World as a Krsnik, so I guess I'm a Vampire Hunter now, and nothing will ever be the same
After dying a horrible death in the stomach of a dragon, Kai is reincanated thousands of years later in a post-apocalyptic world as a Krsnik, a shapeshifter, whose destiny is to defeat the Kudlak and the Demon Lord that rules over all... if he doesn't somehow make everything 10x worst.
(Note: This is a first draft and as such will have grammar issues, inconsistencies, and possible plot holes - - Thank you for your support.)
In a broken kingdom full of crises and wars, there is a boy who dreams of becoming king someday
Mathias dreams of the day he can become a Chaos Warrior and awaken an affinity for an Aspected Natural Energy. When his hopes are dashed he finds that his unique origins give him a chance to walk a road no one has before... it's gonna be hell.
Echo Three can’t remember anything except the institution, not even her real name. Every day the doctors torture her with electrical shocks and tests, trying to awaken psychic abilities they believe are suppressed within her psyche.
Tonight, she’s had enough, and she’s leaving on her own terms.
A guy is going down the street when he suddenly sees how a man is about to be run over, in a moment of courage the guy throws himself and manages to save the man from being run over, but he ends up dying instead.
When he opens his eyes again he finds himself as a soul and the opportunity to reincarnate. What his quirk be? What kind of quirk is that. He accompanies our protagonist in the world of My Hero Academia where he will enjoy his new life and seek to reach the top. (Also trying to conquer one or another girl along the way).
If you want to support me for pa *** I will be very grateful, there you will also find some early chapters and it will be of great help to me, thanks for reading: P*** /acoms
I will also be publishing this work on Webnovel, you can find it with the same name.
I do not own My Hero Academia and any of its characters. The only thing that belongs to me is the OC characters and some changes in the story.
Rosales travels the world in search of revenge. His entire village is burned down along with his parents and sister by the hands of an evil government that rules the world. A world changing war that occured twenty years prior seems to intertwine with Rosales and this evil government. Follow Rosales as he desperately battles for revenge along with his trust worthy allies.
In a fantasy world that fell from enlightened renaissance geatness into the blind suffering of the middle ages with events on the horizon that rise in scale even above the Grand World War that happened hundreds of years ago. In this chaos of remnants of old and agents of holy and corrupted undermine the grim reality as the people know it.
This is a continuously growing assortment of shortstories that may or may connect to each other or even come out in multiple parts. Think of this as a dumpster dive of ideas I slap together into shorter stories and someday perhaps even a long and proper one.
(RWBY x Dark Souls 3)
"The Ashen One"
One amongst the countless unkindled ash. A soul of the undead who hast failed their task long ago. A withering hollow who was reborn from ash once the four Lords of Cinder neglected to relink the first flame. And yet again, this warrior was doomed to fail...
Rejecting the flame outright set forth a chain of events, trapping and condemning the Ashen One to a life without flame and without a means to coddle the warmth of smoldering embers.
This realm of "Remnant" is young and uncorrupted...or is it?
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Pixies are real. Not only are they real, but are considered pests due to their mischievous nature and love of pranks. Some people think they are magical and making a potion or powder from their wings will transfer that magic to a person. Any good alchemist will tell you that is not true. Most will gladly take your money and make you a "magic potion" though.
My name is Jase Fisher and I thought I would follow in the steps of my mother and become an alchemist since I didn't enjoy fishing, hunting, or any of the other trades offered in Beau Ferry, my village. Not only have I been looking forward to being an alchemist, I was looking forward to bonding with a familiar. My biggest fear is not bonding with one of the exciting familiars such as a dragonet. If I can just make it through the bonding process, my life is set. Oh, and not run afoul of any pixie pranks.
Of all the disciples of Jesus, the fate of the Apostle Bartholomew was perhaps the most terrible. This story is about the last minutes of his life. Minutes after skinning...
An ordinary high school guy was heavily run over by a truck when he crossed the street and died. Or so he thought, but he woke up only to find his body perfectly healthy on a hospital bed next to a paled nurse as if she had witnessed a dead person coming to life.
The next day, he was met with many unfortunate events that almost took away his life once again. Yet he prevails each time by a hairbreadth.
This is a slice of life of a perfectly normal high school guy.
The book cover was drawn by me since I still can't draw a portrait, it is what it is.