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
It is the Future. The realm of online video game entertainment has grown, creating vast and wonderous worlds for people to explore and enjoy.
This is the story of Kaleb, a young gamer, and his adventures in the latest Super-Hero Virtual reality MMO: Modern Age Online. Join him as he takes on villains (both player and NPC), joins forces with other player heroes, and even deals with some of the bureaucracy of being a hero in a perfect virtual recreation of the world. No cheats, no guides, just one newbie Super-Hero against the forces of villainy in his new virtual home.
Update Schedule: I am gonna try and keep it at a chapter a day Monday-Thrusday, leaving Friday-Sunday to write ahead a bit. Leaving a buffer of chapters in case I miss a day. Thats the plan at least, we'll see how it shakes out. Of course this is subject to change in the face of personal emergencies and such.
Notes: 1.) While not my first time writing, this is my first time throwing anything i've written at the tender mercies of the internet. All criticisms welcome. 2.) Just to inform people early: There is no evil corporation looking to control the world with VR, there is no Krueger-esque "if you die in the game, you die for real.", and this isn't a story of some OP harem-loving god of the system. Nothing wrong with those stories this just isn't one. This is a simple story about a guy playing a game and finally 3.) This story is extermely rough, i did very little editing, this is just me gauging interest really.
oh, and english is my 1st language, if for some reason you find that important.
Chapters will post every Sunday.
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Nic Tutt is a good student. He excels at all subjects. But his education serves only one purpose—to gain entry into the Ransom School.
Ransom is the most prestigious school in the country. Its alumni are destined to become the future leaders of Ranvar. Politicians, statesmen and, in some exceptional cases, mages. Only the brightest and the best get into Ransom.
But Nic doesn't care about any of that. He isn't determined to get into Ransom to further his prospects or better his career opportunities. He has another reason to want to enter Ranvar's most famous school.
Other Tags: Monster Evolution
The thief was confident that it would be another heist like any other. Steal the mark, get paid, retire, gamble away any money not spent at brothels, and come out of retirement. Again. That was how it was supposed to go. Only, the woman he was stealing from was a noble vampire, and he wasn't expecting to get killed and reincarnated as a puppy. Now, left in the underground dungeon floors of the city's tower, the infamous thief must adapt to his four-legged and fluffier life and quickly if he doesn't want to get turned into a snack by monsters several times his size.
To make matters even more difficult for him, he finds himself bound by a curse to not only hunt and devour the strong but to evolve and become his killer's cerberus. Though, none of these struggles are as difficult as the itch behind his ear that just won't go away.
After years of hard work and a fateful reunion, Frank dives into a new world, only to get knocked down again. Cursed and left for dead, he refuses to give in to despair.
Unyielding, he rises, tearing apart the chains that bind him.
Facing vile horrors and terrible evil, he embarks on a treacherous journey to save his companion's very soul. He meets allies in unlikely places, enemies, aiming for his life and when a whole kingdom lies in the turmoil, he finds a reason to fight.
Leon and his father, Artorias, are the last remaining scions of a once powerful and illustrious family of lightning mages. After barely surviving an attack that destroyed their home fifteen years ago, they now live in the dangerous Northern Vales, a desolate wilderness far away from civilization. But those who want them dead are strong, patient, and relentless, and it is only a matter of time before they find the two they seek...
Posted first on my website, wardenreading.com, which will be 4 chapters ahead of anywhere else I post. Expect new chapters every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday around 10 am CT
I have taken the WriTE Pledge, meaning that I will see this story to completion, no matter how many eons it may take.
I'm terrible at synopses.
Touch is a story about a boy named James, and his friends: a group of young, superpowered people brought together by trauma; all trying, in their own ways, to come to terms with what that trauma means to them and who they want to be in response to it. This is a learning process, and mistakes are made, but they grow, learn, and adapt to these difficulties in ways that some might say only young people can.
While it may look it at first, this is not intended as a sad story, merely an honest one. I wanted to make the characters human, and unfortunately, that means that difficulties hit them in very real ways through the story, but then again, they have some equally human moments of warmth between one another as they grow.
Triggers: Explores the aftereffects and recovery process of sexual abuse, and some other forms of physical abuse. I like to think I avoided making it edgy, but you deserve to be informed. Some readers have told me that it can feel a bit too real at times. A bit too honest.
If you like what you read, feel free to comment or review. I like the feedback. Or you can vote for Touch on TopWebFiction.
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.
17 year old Ren Haddon hasn't had an easy life, the child of a pair of drug addicts that used him as a lab rat left him almost crippled for life, after they were caught he went on to spend his life in hospital under constant care, the white walls of his room was all he knew, until that day, the day his name was drawn out from millions of others to receive a one of a kind class in the new virtual world game Flow ('Fantasy Life Online World')
Eleazar Hern has had a rough young life. He’s had to lie, cheat, steal, and worse to survive on uncaring streets. That all changes when his best friend and lover, Lilion disappears one fateful night.
To save Lilion, Eleazar embarks on a journey that will take him across an empire that spans worlds. In the Trovian Empire, he discovers that he has the powerful latent magic of an Archon. If Eleazar is to save the woman he loves, he must survive their academy, master his new eldritch power, and learn to pilot the Warhull; magical golem constructs with incredible arcane firepower. But first, he must find a way to live with his rage.
Disclaimer: Book has graphic violence, adult language and situations. Recommend reading is 18+
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.
An AI calling itself Schema has assimilated earth into its system. As a consequence, everyone gained access to status screens, power-ups, and skills. This AI turned these concepts from fiction to fact. It's easy to become intoxicated with leveling up and becoming stronger. To some, it's too good to be true like living out a dream.
For Daniel, however, it's closer to a nightmare.
He's in a bit of a predicament. Cracks in our dimensional fabric have unleashed terrifying beasts from dark, abyssal places. Schema organizes these cracks into dungeons, giving the native species of the planet a chance to fight back. Daniel finds himself trapped in one of these dungeons. Not long after, he discovers there's only one way out.
Kill or be killed.
This is a lit-RPG inspired by the Fallout series of games and the Legend of Randidly Ghosthound.
Schedule: 15,000 words(50 pages) a week, or five chapters. Working towards a daily schedule though.
I have other fictions! *They're of questionable quality*
Here's Monsters Dwell in Men
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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.
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.
Author's Comment: 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. (http://armaell-library.net/author/andur) ——————————————————————————————— 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?
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
Bastet did not curse at the heavens for his fate, but that is only because he knew that there was no one left up there to be damned. His father had told him many times of the voice from heavens that addressed all of humanity when it declared so. Nobody doubted whom it came from; the voice possessed such an absolute grandness that in comparison to it, everything else shrank to insignificance. Nobody doubted what it said; it was inconceivable that it could lie, for even if it did lie, it seemed natural to everyone that the world would keep rearranging itself until what it said became the truth. The voice proclaimed that it was leaving our world, and that the one who was most worthy would become the new Maker. It declared that such an honor would befall the greatest artist among us. Bastet used to think that it was tragically fitting, for only an artist would tirelessly keep causing him so much grief, finding beauty in it – although now he would not dare to make such a joke.
With the maker gone and no authority to uphold them, the laws of the world crumbled, and the land was swarmed with chaotic horrors, strange mysteries and magic. The absence of a juror only served to make the depraved more depraved, so it was inevitable that the new age would begin with more bloodshed than the previous one. War bred more war while the fields remained unharvested, and after many years, there were fewer mouths to feed, but also less food to do so.
This is the story of a man who sold his soul for a chance to undo the tragedy that befell him. Having lost his free will, Bastet must serve the ones who kliled his family. He must help them obtain the divine throne, and with it, the magic that would resurrect his loved ones.
Updates on Mondays!
Darren is just an average guy, not rich, not poor, not too fat, not too thin, just about everything regarding him is in the 'Goldilocks Zone'. He spends his leisure time playing VRMMO's, but he isn't the righteous hero or conniving villain, instead, he spends his time hunting down the rarest resources to craft the most powerful items he can. Today Karonite Industries newest VRMMO is launching and Darren is ready to play. Join Darren in a new world on his adventures in Age of Gods!
I had previously started writing this story but became dissatisfied because of my lack of experience. Now, Age of Gods is relaunching with the same premise but many many changes. I hope you will all enjoy this journey with me!
(Just a quick note, any reviews dated before 12/10/2018 are for the previous version of this story.)
I did not make the cover if the owner of the art wants me to take the image down please just send me a message and I will comply immediately.
My name is Alexander Halesworth, sole heir to a prestigious ducal house. Or rather, that’s what my identity is supposed to be now. I still haven’t gotten used to this whole situation yet.
Not long ago I was just a humble store clerk. But shortly after getting into an unfortunate road accident, I woke up in the setting of an infamous Otome Game called “Lost in Love: A Heart Throbbing Romance in a Fantasy World~!”
Yeah. It’s even trashier than it sounds. Don’t judge me, it was a gift from a friend.
*cough* Anyway, this situation wouldn’t be too bad, except I ended up in the body of the worst possible person: the villainess’ older brother. Alexander has great looks, near limitless wealth, and a thoroughly rotten personality. In most of the game’s endings I end up dead or exiled. My family also falls to ruin, and don’t even get me started on what happens to my evil little sister.
Well, whatever. If that’s the hand fate dealt me, then I just have to prevent the bad ends, right? And if I have no choice but to deal with this family’s baggage, I may as well enjoy myself while I’m at it. Being filthy rich and powerful has its benefits.
For example, this cute maid who I get to tease whenever I want.
(Male lead otome reincarnation, inspired by Akuyaku Reijo Ni Koi Wo Shite and similar works)
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]
Guy gets gently transported to another world. Does stuff, and meets peoples.