During a time when humans no longer exist, but instead replaced by fractions of sub species we follow a group in their time of era to find themselves.
The story is set in a world where pure humans don’t exist.
“Humans” are now categorised into 5 ex-species.
Subhuman, Herbivore, Omnivore, Carnivore, Obligate Carnivore.
We follow a young gathering of Subhumans about to embark on their practical to decided what roles they play in their society — but what they didn't expect was their results.
Carl, the abandoned bastard son of a noble has other ideas... Not being as talented as his best friend Azekah and surely not as skilled as their leader Tyle; he spots an opportunity to trump them and prove himself as the one and only best Crafter — but how far is he willing to go? Could he even forsake his friends and trample on them, all for the good of his own social position?
With Master Crafters being the most sought after position in the Sub-human species — since they create everything from skyscrapers, to furniture and even weapons; just by being a high ranking crafter can bestow a life of luxury.
How will these young protectors come to terms with their careers, will they be able to adapt? Or will they cave in? Their lives are only just beginning, but could the Laws of the lands as well as Carl have other ideas for them?
This is Laws Raine!
[Note: I'm not a native english speaker so if you could point out any mistake while reading, it would be much appreciated. Also, the mature tag is mostly because of violence, but i can't tell how frequent it will be].
Traveling across America a small group of very dangerous individuals track and kill evil men. Having each experienced true malevolence they seek to satiate their hatred as they search for some semblence of catharsis in their cycle of violent retalitation, for some it's too heavy a weight to bare.
I'll be updating this at least once a week with a minimum of ten pages, but I'm aiming for twenty to thirty. Any feedback either positive or negative is very welcome.
NO RPG - NO REINCARNATION - NO CULTIVATION - NO VR
It's a Sci-fi - Fantasy crossover that has NO OP MC, No Skill, NO items etc.
Tensions between the Scav and the Machines have always been high. The machines are mercilessly hunting the Scav to extinction. The Scav are heavily pushed back as the Machines pressure them deeper into the heart of the mountains.
Alexa is desperate after she send half her squad to their deaths in a mission gone wrong and the Machines strike at the heart of the Scav. As the machines seem to build up for the final battle, Alexa abandons her duty and travels deep into enemy territory.
Can she find a solution to the seemingly inevitable extermination of her race?
The terrible past of a young gentleman and his astonishing phases made his present to be as a professional killer and in which his future turns to face many unbelievable circumstances. He will hit with many surprises and he undergoes adventures. However he will face his problems, and lets see how he gonna finish his PROJECT LOVE. Will he succed?
Small towns everyone knows everyone. That is what a woman in a small town believes as she is grasping at a life she feels Is unsatisfactory. Little does she know someone will come into her life changing not only her life but possibly the whole town ship.
The land of Jialin is brutal and vicious, with no mercy or reprieve for its inhabitants. In a series of short stories, the land of Jialin will come to life, through the eyes of a courier on a mission to deliver his letter to another city, in the life of a young noble merchant stepping onto a darker path, and on the last journey of a man with nothing left to live for. I may or may not write a story based on one of these three stories, depending upon what people think of them.
I hope you enjoy them!
A short story about a hero, a devil, demons and lots of blood.
A series of short-stories set in a fantasy land I've been tooling around with for a few years now. No real unifying theme. They'll range from the weird to the heroic to the esoteric. I'm mostly doing this to encourage myself to commit to actually writing them down. I hope you enjoy them and I welcome any advice you have.
The year is 1896, and Michael MacBranain is in desperate need of a job.
Fortunately for him (or perhaps not-so-fortunately), the Grim Reaper is also in desperate need of an assistant!
The trouble is, Michael is terribly superstitious and loathes himself for his own cowardice.
But with a dark supernatural force on the loose in New York City, there may be more at stake for Michael and his employer than just job security!
A multi-part short story, serving as a prototype for the future web-serial Mortality, the episodic adventures of the Grim Reaper and his assistant. While this story is not as well-researched or polished as I hope for the actual series to be, it does give something of an idea of what I'm going for character and story-wise. I hope you enjoy this debut~
In one man’s mind, a theory was once created: If this timeline exists, why can’t other timelines that may or may not have similarities also exist simultaneously?
A man, A dream, and his original world. What shenanigans will this man go through? Who knows, who cares? Actually, there are a lot of people who care about what this man does, shall we begin?
A social commentary on religion and homosexuality masked in a short story format.
Warning: Updates will be sporadic
Hidden from the normal world exists a place where the forsaken are taken. A lawless area where the strong prey on the weak, and the weak must become strong in order to survive. Follow a fallen noble as he tries to maintain his pure heart in a world where darkness is the only light.
Genres: Action, Gore, Tragedy, Desperation, Psychological
A/N: Please be advised that this novel contains elements not suitable for underage readers. This is my first try on a more serious fiction which doesn't include fantasy elements, so please, if you have any suggestions through the story, feel free to mention them.
Through a cruel twist of fate, we four, the legendary conquerors of Eidelon now find ourselves banished to a foreign world. This brave new world is a fearsome place, of tall buildings built by the gods themselves, magic doors that open on their own and powerful metal beasts that patrol the streets.
We will not back down. We will stare fate in the eyes.
We will once again rise to the top and conquer this world!
Just as soon as we can get out of the animal bodies that we’ve been imprisoned in.
The unlikely tale of a warrior chicken, a narcissistic monkey, an eccentric cat and a charismatic possum. This is their tale of glory, for they are conquerors!
The world has changed, new energies have been intoduced. Max a loner with no family to speak of save for an aunt who is further from family than you can imagine. Thrown into this new world how will max survive this ordeal, new problems stem in his horixons and old problems come back to haunt him.
The town of Raines, crowded with people walking about the streets, doing their own businesses. The sellers sell and the buyers buy. The parents parent and, the children run and play around with one another. It was still morning but it was already filled with the noise of the soon-to-come busy afternoon. The tables in the bars were surrounded by the drunk and the lost, as the bartenders served ales to their customers and waved them off and outside, walking among the streams of people, was a figure cloaked in a black cloth. Face hidden in the shadow of the hood’s shadow, that particular someone or something walked towards a bar with the massive-looking sign
~Fountain of wealth~
And below it, hung a sign smaller than it with a text carved into it.
Only the best SHIT is served here!
From beneath the hood, the hidden figure took a quick look at the sign before turning to the wooden door before it. Taking in a deep breath, it entered.
An entirely new layout unfolded before the widely-opened eyes. Tons of wooden crates and barrels scattered across the room as vulgar-looking men and women had their share of joy, gulping down bottles of beer and spitting out nonsense before refilling their glas- Oh yea, they didn’t fill their glasses, nor bottles with alcohol. These were the professionals! They drank it straight from the barrels…
‘Hey,kiddo! What exactly is a kid like you doing in here?’ Asked a buff-looking man, walking towards the cloaked figure, and stand, towering over it by a few heads. ~And did I mention about the bald plain that took the place of his hair? P.S. I could see my reflection in it. ~ Instantly, or almost instantly, a female voice rose from beneath the hood.
‘I am giving you one chance,’ She said.
‘Hey hey! You threatening me here, kid?’
‘One chance…’ She took in a deep breath again, pausing momentarily. ‘One chance to…SPARE ME!’ From standing on her two feet a second ago to falling down on her knees and holding the man’s pants in her grip, the man was taken aback by her sudden shift in tone and action. He stood there looking confused.
‘I-I will let you go this time but don’t expect a second chance, you hear me?’
‘Oh, thank God! Thank you, miste-’ Suddenly, the man grabbed her hands and a furious glare was fixed on her. ‘M-Mister…?’ He clutched her hair tightly then, lifted her up to his head easily.
‘I warned you that there’s no second chance,’ His eyes narrowed further. ‘ NO SECOND CHANCE! YOU HEAR ME?’ She could only utter a soft ‘Yes’, as she fought against the pain at the roots of her hair. Minutes ago, she was in the bar, barely escaping the cruel reality of the adults and now, she was out, lying on the warm concrete ground after getting kicked out. Everyone stared at her as they passed her by. She laid there, not moving. She laid there, holding her tears in. And, she laid there, muttering.
‘This world, I hate it.’
A collection of Appalachian Folk Tales.
I grew up in Appalachia, and my writing has been highly influenced by the stories I heard as a child. These aren't exactly fairy-tales, not all of them, but they are the sort of stories that children in Appalachia are told, or that show up in children's books. Because of the nature of these stories they'll be much more accessible to a younger audience than my other works. I would say that most are PG, with a few knocking on PG-13's door.
Come and experience a cavalcade of witches, haints, boogers, and whatever else lurks out in them woods out back of the trailer.
Cival, a teeange girl from a family of sayers (instead of seeing the future like seers, they say the future) makes a comment that only an alien can sale the empy house in her small town. No one believes her. Her mom who she inherited her family gift from doesn't believe her. Cival is now determine to prove her saying was right and that aliens have come to reside on Earth at last!
A country once at the forefront of magical inventions, rune formations, and fighting prowess has now been reduced to being forgotten and left to die at its own hands.
Manchineel is on the brim of war and its economy is close to collapse. The guilds are oblivious and house corruption. The temples are too concerned with the desecration of their gods, and the beastmen are just trying to survive.
Now, the lands of Manchineel will face something new. Neither righteous or vile. A new guild has stepped into the scene. But they do not care about the laws of Manchineel. They kill as they please, and they save who they like.
They house insanely powerful individuals. Each having their own agenda. Will they be the end of Manchineel, or the people responsible for its rebirth.
That is...if they don't kill each other first.