The king is dead; his heir is too young to assume the throne. Jarl Vale wants to become Lord Protector, spurred by his ambitious brother Konstans. Jarl Isarn likewise seeks this power; he is aided – or thwarted – by the return of his brother, the knight and war hero Athelstan, whose squire, Brand, hopes to restore his family’s fortunes, cost what it may. Through all of this, an enigmatic traveller makes plans with jarls, scribes, and priests for his own purpose. Abroad, powerful forces sense division in the realms of Adalmearc and make their own plans. It is only a matter of time before schemes clash, plots collide, and conflict erupts. War is on the horizon.
Story updates every second Wednesday with a new chapter from the second book of the series. The first book can be downloaded as an ebook from my site, where a map of the world can be viewed. The site also contains other background information such as history of the realms, pantheon and religion, calendar etc.
Luck Lockyer was the type of man to smirk in the dark, the expression not for anyone but himself. One of perpetual amusement. The bright side of things were hard to find in the shade yet his amber eyes were always searching. The smirk was his default, he knew it, his friends knew it, his family knew it. It was his most natural state.
But the death of everyone close to you can affect a downwards curve on the mouths of even the most stoic people.
Without purpose, without anyone to do the job for, Luck Lockyer found himself inside an empty forgotten church. The perpetual smirk on his face had slipped to a thin line, his scar more noticeable now than ever before. His amber eyes, the windows to his soul, dull and lifeless. To anyone who knew him, it was the clothing that gave away his mental state, denim pants and a plain black t-shirt. If that wasn't enough, the tears running down his face certainly would, the echoing sobs of a broken man rang across the rundown church.
It was on a whim, but Luck Lockyer prayed, he prayed for many things, for death, revenge, friends, but the one prayer dominating his thoughts, a second chance for his family.
That was all he wanted. Simple.
It was then, on the outskirts of a polluted city, in an abondoned lot, in a forgotten church that Luck Lockyer, the Devil of the Cards, the Bloodless Hand, the Amber Demon, the Broken, was answered by a being from another world and one from his.
*found the picture online
Chaos Online is heralded as the first 'Hardcore' VRMMORPG. Pain conversion is set at a staggering 75%, and graphical fidelity has been pushed to the limits without any censorship whatsoever. 'Who wants to feel their skin melt from dragon fire?' some asked as they dismissed it. Despite the popular belief that no one would play a game so close to reality, Chaos Online sold millions on the first day. Fight. Suffer. Win. Welcome to Chaos Online.
Matt cannot wait to play Livia. He followed the beta testers' streams. In doing so, he realized that in a world where anything was possible there might be a place for him. While most people were creating warriors, mages and paladins, Matt had a simplier dream. Adverse to things like pain and dying, he opted for a less dangerous route. Using magic to farm the land. Arriving in Tallrock, a frontier town on the newly discovered continent of Gogland, he sets out to live that dream. Carving a living out of the wild and untamed land.
Updates on Friday.
I was asked about reading my work on other sites.
The answer is simple: Currently I am not active in any other networks than royalroadl.com. Only here, I correct mistakes and errors.
If you read it anywhere else and have to pay for it, or have to deal with an annoying amount of advertisement, You Are Being Betrayed.
You would do good if you make other people in that network aware of it. This is a free project of mine for the purpose of having fun. And if people try to make money with it you shouldn't bother visiting their website.
The only one whom I actually allowed to have my work on his website is Armaell who invested the time to compile them into pdf.
Ever been a god? Well I was!
Until I died.... and got judged by the other gods!
Apparently they didn't like the whole â€œMy Faith is the only true one!â€ idea.
Oh and for the record: The Apocalypse wasn't intentional ok?
Well yeah... seems like for punishment I got sent onto a vacation!
….or so I hope?
Jason Elric used to be an ordinary college student living in the heart of San Francisco. He had a part time job, he played online games with friends he got along moderately well with, and he earned reasonably good grades. The worst he really had to worry about in life was turning in his coursework on time and not being late to class.
Now, though? Now fighting for his life and running from a horde of giant frogs that want to make him their next meal is just another Tuesday.
Thanks to a summoning ritual gone terribly right, Jason has found himself trapped in a world eerily similar to the role playing games games he used to play for fun. Unfortunately for the now ex-college student, everything happening around him is terrifyingly real and if he wants to survive, he’ll have to figure out how to exploit the system for his benefit before it’s too late.
The Voice of the World is the first part of what is planned to be a multi-book, Isekai LitRPG story with crafting elements, set in the fantasy world known as Verdania. This is my first time posting online for public consumption, so bear with me as I work to find a style that people like.
While I may occasionally write scenes that may deal with heavy concepts, expect this story to be primarily light hearted high fantasy. There will be a lot of common fantasy tropes involved, as this story got its start as a simple practice exercise, rather than any plan to actually post it. However, it’s grown on me, so I felt it’s worth sharing after all.
Thus, if you’re looking for more serious/original/unusual stories, you might want to look elsewhere. For the rest of you, feel free to leave suggestions, as well as to point out grammar and spelling mistakes; I’ll do my best to make edits to correct them. I do my own editing currently, and it’s easy to miss things when you know what’s supposed to be there, so such call outs are highly encouraged.
Content TLDR: No harems, probably no romance (unless it makes sense for the story later on) (it did, eventually), definitely no sex (keeping this PG-13 or close to it), limited profanity. Does/Will contain mixes of magic and technology (think Warhammer, Final Fantasy); copious amounts of blue tables; race, gender, and sexual equality concepts; crafting sequences; and (slightly, but not overbearingly) strong protagonists. If you don’t like these things, go elsewhere instead of downvoting people for content instead of writing quality.
Update Time varies, but goal is two chapters a week, typically Mon/Tues and Thurs/Fri, minimum chapter length ~4000 words. Sometimes longer, sometimes a little shorter if pacing calls for it.
An ordinary day in the life of Scott Keen suddenly turns tactical as the regular rules of existence are tossed aside for a sexy new reality. The laws of physics are rewritten to force the world to adhere to an apocalyptic change in the very nature of existence, as a turn-based tactical RPG!
Feel the horror and revel in the humor as battles take place one turn at a time amid background music and strange announcer voices.
Warning: Tagged [18+] for Strong language, Adult Situations, Graphic Violence, and Sexual Situations
The Great Winter reaches its third year and creatures of nightmare thought to be long extinct roam the land once more. The Oathbreaker stirs from his icy prison, calling upon his servants both past and present. The wolf howls, the dragon roars and the serpent thrashes as the world unravels. Heroes will rise, for this will be the age to end all ages.
The spirited girl escapes the shackles of tradition, searching for adventure, finding much more.
The craven boy goes after her in the name of love.
The man with no hand seeks an old friend, and the dragon searches for that which will restore her race.
The hero-turned-blacksmith leaves his family to save the world. His friend the King wishes him dead.
The blacksmith’s son goes after his father, questioning what it means to be a hero.
Their paths intertwine. They guide the Winds of Fate, weaving the song of our salvation. The Twilight of the World approaches.
The Heroes of Faengard will ride again. Let the sun rise, and the world be reborn through the ashes of war.
The first of the chain of events prophesied to end the world has begun. The Great Winter reaches its third year and creatures of nightmare thought to be long extinct roam the land once more. The Tree that protects Faengard crumbles, and only those with the blood of kings can restore it.
As a boy on the cusp of adulthood, Ein Thoren's concerns were largely limited to which of the village girls he would marry—but when a mysterious man calls upon his father to save the world, Ein finds himself leaving behind his quiet village life to bring his father back. Along with his childhood friends and a bumbling storyteller, they face a path filled with monsters and myth, swords and sorcerers, dragons and princesses, and a demon wolf that seeks to swallow the sun, all while the world unravels around them in what will be the age to end all ages.
The Heroes of Faengard will ride again. Let the sun rise, and the world be reborn through the ashes of war.
Book 1: The Blood of Kings (Chapter 0 to current)
Release Schedule: I aim to release a minimum of one chapter a week, though sometimes I might release more.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the cover image in any way. Full credit goes to the original artist.
Now it's already the third round for the strange chicken loving being that was called Clair, Dexter and Kara. What will it do if it has the chance to roam the world of One Piece? And will it be able to hold on to its love of Kurama? Will the Straw Hats be their enemy, their ally or is there maybe no connection to them at all?
Follow it and see how it builds its own crew and sails the Grand Line, leaving chaos and doing questionable things on her road to the One Piece. But remember, only one thing is sure, there will be chicken!
Yeah, my third story, if you exclude the one shot^^. Hope I won't struggle with a good end, as I have with the others.... But be warned, there is a high chance that I will have to place it on Hiatus for some time. But that won't happen until I reach the current One Piece storyline. And maybe I will kill them off somewhere along the line, remember the Grand Line is dangerous^^.
The cover is made by NBadonK, and remade by OnLin3. The size was not matching RR's standards....
Guy gets gently transported to another world. Does stuff, and meets peoples.
Daniel Hillside lived in his average town with an average life. Some days were worse than others, but one thing every day had was boredom. No thrill, no excitement, no fear, each day just coasted by. That is until the Schema initialized. Status screens turned life into a game. Hordes of monsters turned it into a nightmare.
Most everyone goes through a tutorial to show them the changes. Most everyone besides Daniel. He was spelunking with his friend Michael. Now he's trapped in the BloodHollow Caves where bats crunch through stone like burnt paper. A fresh new hell had started. Instead of hiding from it, Daniel embraced his new life.
In his eyes, you fear the monsters or become what the monsters fear.
This is a lit-RPG inspired by fallout and Legend of Randidly Ghosthound.
Schedule: 15,000 words(50 pages) a week, or five chapters. Working towards a daily schedule though.
Artwork by Emerson Tung. I got his permission to use the image.
I have other fictions!
Here's Monster's Dwell in Men
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Here's my Youtube Channel as well, Monsoon117
My name is Richard Brooks. I died while saving a kid.
Kicking the bucket at 28 was really depressing, you know? There’s so much I still wanted to do.
But instead of passing on, I was thrust into an endless series of reincarnations. Whenever I die, I earn Karma points based on my achievements and growth. These points can be exchanged for weapons, spells, or other bonuses to make my next lives more interesting.
“What kills me only makes me stronger!” Or something like that.
Honestly, it feels like I’m stuck in an RPG. The difficulty setting can be pretty ridiculous too.
Sometimes all I can do is grit my teeth in frustration as I die an ignoble death.
But I won’t complain. Even when it’s dangerous and painful, I love life. This is all an opportunity; I’ll do my best, no matter what kind of sadistic fate the System throws at me.
I will swing the warhammer of justice! Craft and enhance the most amazing artifacts! Overwhelm opponents with a barrage of auto-casting spells! Lead powerful vassals in Domain wars!
All for the sake of creating an eternal sanctuary.
With my unique power of Runecrafting, maybe I’ll even become strong enough one day to overturn fate… or at least find out what the hell is really going on.
It might take a few hundred or a thousand lifetimes, but what’s the rush?
I have all the time in the world now.
(Note: R15+ This is the work of a very inexperienced author with a full time job. Please expect an erratic release schedule.)
There once was a boy that lived in a village with no name in a remote corner of a province in a grand empire. Every villager had their place, and his was a shepherd's. Despite that, or perhaps because of it, the boy was an avid dreamer, yearning for adventure between each book he read.
Decades go by in the blink of an eye and the young boy grows into an old man, yet remains a shepherd, watching his flock live and die in an endless cycle of life.
Yet, the old man dreams on about adventure, never too old to indulge in his delusions.
One fateful night, however, his endless prayer gets answered. Two immortals fall from the sky, and from their corpses, the old man acquires the means to strength in order to adventure.
What does the world have in store for Lao Chen?
This story has undertaken the pledge, assuring that the story will be written until its natural completion. God help me.
Temporary cover image until either 1) I earn enough money to hire a concept artist to make me one or 2) I develop a wide enough fanbase that some godsent artist decides I'm worthy of being made cover art for. At the end of the day, I'm not going to beg for someone to make me one. If the people like the story, someone is bound to come around.
Rated gore and traumatising, potentially triggering. Enjoy!
The whole room is fully ablaze when the fire turns blue and even hotter. And I still keep my hands on the rune, ignoring the sizzling of my flesh. After a while I notice the blue, roaring flames on the other side of the window. At the edge of unconsciousness, I listen to the screams of people as they are taken by the Inferno.
If you find mistakes, pls tell, thx. I don't like mistakes.
Currently I am not active in any other networks than royalroadl.com. Only here, I correct mistakes and errors.
If you read it anywhere else and have to pay for it, or have to deal with an annoying amount of advertisement, You Are Being Betrayed. You would do good if you make other people in that network aware of it. This is a free project of mine for the purpose of having fun. And if people try to make money with it you shouldn't bother visiting their website.
Until Death? http://royalroadl.com/fiction/629
Court of Souls? http://royalroadl.com/fiction/6545
Agent of the Realm? http://royalroadl.com/fiction/7707
Law of Shadows http://royalroadl.com/fiction/9766
Capra, a man with no connections but a lot of dedication and heart hopes to change his life and leave behind a legacy in the world of Chaos and Fame— a vastly popular VR game as of the last three years. But in a world where every class and skill has been meticulously studied and optimized, and vast resources have been carved out by major guilds and corporations… where, and more importantly— HOW... will Capra be able to carve out a legacy of his own?
Is he three years too late? Or are there still mysteries remaining in the world of Chaos and Fame to be discovered?
Genesis. It is the end of countless stories. The end of thousands of universes, billions of planets, and trillions of lives. But what is taken may also be given, as shown in the story of Cael King. A young man of Earth, knowing only a life of study and work in the relentless and endless pursuit of satisfaction. This is the origin of his story.
Inspired by the system used in The Legend of Randid.ly Ghosthound. The system is an homage but the characters, world, and story are unique. I will post as often as I can and, given that I am not starting work until July, that should be pretty frequently. If you have any suggestions or comments please feel free to leave them as this is my first story and I'd love to improve both it and my writing style.
Now we've all heard stories about people who died and were born again with their memories intact. The form of the reincarnator changes from story to story: human, elf, orc, slime, vampire, goblin; you name it, someone wrote it. But what if you were reborn in the most common of houshold objects?
What would happen if someone reincarnated as a fork?
Involves: merciless fork jokes, monsters, magic n' all that stuff, some profanity, maybe some gore (i'll keep it light), fork philosophy, and if you got advice on where to go next with the novel, comment, coz I only got a hazy outline. Read my other novel here: http://royalroadl.com/fiction/13058/odyssey-of-the-unrivalled
From the nothingness I appeared. Bodiless, voiceless, ageless, I have only thoughts and emotions to guide me. My one connection to the world lies in the hearts of a small colony of lizards, just on the cusp of maturing. I reach out to them without hands, inspiring them to be more than what they are, shaping their bodies from visions of lost memories. But where do the memories come from? I am always left with more questions than answers. In my lonely shapeless existence the lizards cannot hear my words, and they cannot feel my touch, and I must wonder, do I even really exist? --- Called emotional, abstract, and beautiful by readers, this story is an observational account of a disembodied entity that has the power to influence and change a race of mildly intelligent lizard creatures. Memories of a previous life often serve as inspiration, but also generate questions as to whom the entity might have been before it became an Overseer. (presented in short chapters) (Thank you readers for getting my story into the top 5 ;u; ~<3) [Overseer has moved, please see Final Annoucement]
Gerald, born a Viscount's son, spent most of his life since he was six as an enemy Duke's 'ward', nothing short of a hostage. Until a shocking letter arrived requesting that he be sent back to inherit his father's territory and title.
Now he has to return and rule the ruin that is his family's lands. Bandits roam and enemies leer. Conspiracies brew and wars rage. Meanwhile, Gerald has to rise with his house from the ashes.
Schedule: Updates 4 times a week--> Monday-Thursday.
Additional tags: Kingdom Building - Strategy - War - Army Building - Minor Wuxia Elements.
A modern man chased immortality and found it. In a mixture of good and bad luck, he was re-born as part of the Uzumaki clan from the Naruto-verse, some few years before their scheduled destruction. But if Daichi were the sort to allow a little thing like fate to get in his way, he'd never have survived in the first place. Dedicated, intelligent, chock full of ideas from a technologically advanced society, and perfectly willing to scorch the earth, he sets out to avert history.
Can he avert canon, save the Uzumaki, and forge his people into a mighty nation? Or will he fail, dooming his clan to extinction?
At the end of the day, all he wants is a good life. And considering even Death itself didn't stop him, he pities whoever gets in his way.
Tags: Naruto, Reincarnation, OC, eventual multi-cross.
Author's (Brief) Note:
Back by popular demand. This was my first significant fanfic (and fic in general). I wasn't happy with the writing as time went on, and took it down, but years later am still getting requests to put it back up so I guess some people liked it.
Newly re-released as I finish some minor editing, there are about 100,000 words (~360 RRL pages) already written, so releases should be fast until I catch up with the backlog. That said, it may languish in hiatus at that point if the interest isn't high enough to merit continuing, so if you're the type to only read finished stories (or ones where the author promises to do so), I am very specifically not promising that. On the other hand, if enough people read, like, review, comment, rate, etc. then it will get added to my writing schedule.
Generally, the character is based on a “how badass could someone who hasn't done ridiculously crazy shit be? Or, how does someone with the potential, in another setting, with a lot of luck, to be a badass act and develop as a modern, productive member of society? And then how would they deal with the Naruto-verse?”
Please, please do not judge my writing by this. Unless you really like it, in which case fine, do, but recognize my other writing is likely better (unless it’s that one MTG/ASoIaF/SW fic I did over on SB as a speed-writing experiment, which is also pretty terrible).