You are walking west. You find a wishing well. You wish for it to grant infinite wishes for every human being on earth. The Universe is now broken. The current weather is apocalypse with chances of fallout and nuclear winter. Also, everyone is dead. Good job.
The universe was a vast, empty, dark, and uncaring place. Then life happened, and the universe was changed forever. Only a teeny-tiny bit, but definitely different. Then again, the universe changes a teeny-tiny bit every second of every day. For instance, if someone were to get off the couch and randomly drink a glass of milk? Bam! One less glass of milk in the universe. Changed forever. Well, excluding any time-travel shenanigans, but anyone who puts a big old hole in the time-space continuum just to un-drink a glass of milk should really reevaluate their priorities. Unless, of course, they were attempting to prevent some massive catastrophe vis-a-vis said glass of milk. Such a scenario is by no means impossible, as one should never underestimate the importance of calcium.
Another important tip for any life forms out there is to keep things in perspective. Some look at the vastness of creation in relation to themselves and go, ‘Man, this sucks!’ These people really need to narrow their focus. Sure, they will never affect anything happening on the other end of the galaxy, but so what? That’s way the heck over there, where it doesn’t matter. Therefore, in order to maintain a healthy mindset, it is important to narrow one’s perspective to the things and people that affect them, and that they can affect in turn.
But what happens if one is an unfathomable cosmic being from beyond the veil of reality? What happens when such an existence is capable of influencing entire swathes of the universe just by its presence? A creature such as Magh'rathlak the Observer? That particular entity is only about average as far as reality-warping creatures from the dawn of time go, so its influence over the fabric of reality is rather limited. And it still struggles to keep things in perspective. That, among other things, is why it decided to narrow its worldview a bit by compressing the maddening vastness of its being into a single corporeal form. Magh'rathlak had never tried such a feat, but that wasn't about to stop it.
After all, how hard could being human possibly be?
A man has been brought back to life for a fell purpose. He inhabits the body of a ghoul: a lesser undead being. He must kill and eat, both to accrue power for himself and to serve the purposes of the mysterious woman who summoned him.
WARNING: This novel is not suitable for underage or otherwise susceptible readers. Take the tags seriously.
Death is coming. And he wants to help.
The world of Eleg may seem like a normal enough place at first blush, but wade deeper into it, and soon the dark, the deadly, and the mad will begin to reveal themselves.
But don't worry.
They usually have a sense of humor.
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Clandestina is a realm of secrets, fairies, and dark magics. Among the nobles there is talk of a goddess of death, and a forbidden magic she grants to those that follow her-- cræft that can heal injuries that should be fatal or even bring back the dead. But she asks for much in return; blood and sometimes even life itself.
Pierre Salvador has just returned to court after finishing his studies and becoming a surgeon. But as he flirts with his childhood friend Elizabeth Anne, Mora, The Lady of Death, waits for him.
Derrick is no ones hero. He is barely dealing with his mundane life when all of humanity is forced to confront the extraordinary. Overnight, all across the world, mysterious machines appear. They offer people the chance to purchase almost anything they can think of. Weapons, medicine and even super human abilities are offered, seemingly for free.
But following these machines, come the Scourges. The most dangerous creatures, diseases and machines that infest the universe. Ever growing and battling, these empires of horror and hunger will overhelm and devour the Earth and its inhabitants. Unless Derrick and humanity can stand against all the horrors that battle between the stars.
My first Story, an attempt to turn the standard fantasy litrpg apocalypse into a Sci Fi. Trying for a slower build to power for the MC, so don't expect him to have cheat powers. I delight in helpful crticism so no holding back plz.
To Enter Five Peaks Magical Academy you must have a familiar. Abigail hoped for a bird, maybe an owl like her best friend's, or a cuddly cat or loyal hound. She would have been happy with a particularly smart toad, even.
Instead she got you.
Cover art by: Zoufii
Anomus ip Garma, greatest living architect of the Subori Empire, is tasked by his emperor to construct a tomb for the emperor's concubine upon her death. Anomus and ten thousand workers labor in the desert for years while the emperor's dead love waits, ensorceled and undecaying, for her final resting place to be completed.
But betrayal awaits Anomus and all who slaved to build the Tomb, and a dark god has taken an interest in the evils man does to man...
At world’s edge stands a tower made by the gods. Every 1000 years, champions gather to the Trophaeum, to make the dying planet of Ortho anew. But they say this cycle will be the last. An age of chaos is to come.
A mad twist of fate brought to Ortho a maid from another world in place of a champion, but time made that maid a champion of champions.
Itaka Izumi is living out her lifelong dream, journeying across the fantastic realms of Noertia in search of success as an adventurer—as well as a cure for her loneliness. But Izumi’s dream comes with a definite time limit, in the ever-changing shape of ruthless daemons, their shadow about to eclipse all life.
Witness this tragic tale of love blooming in the midst of blackest despair, as faithfully accounted by the bard Waramoti.
STATUS: Verse 6 underway! A new chapter every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday!
Candle Enys is a lost cause; at least that's what her parents tell her. Her blue eyes are abnormal, proof she doesn't have a soul. But when she becomes the target of a demon's wrath, it's her eyes that save her life.
Twilight Kingdom is a dark fantasy with magic, guns, and dragons. Yes, this is Metal and Magic I changed the name XD
Many thanks to Mecanimus, T K Marfether, S P Harris, Savane and Ivactheseeker for all the support, emotionally and gramatically!
If anyone wants to talk about Twilight Kingdom, Night Nation or anything really, come and chat on Discord.
My website and mailing list (if you want to know when I publish the properly edited version of arc 1 on Amazon): https://www.moonseedcollective.com
Nightmares and hallucinations have plagued Heather Morell all her life.
Diagnosed with schizophrenia as a child after the loss of her twin – a sister who never really existed – now struggling with her mental health at university, Heather teeters on the verge of giving up on life. A chance meeting ends in a revelation: she is not crazy, her visions are all too real, and probably want to eat her soul.
Embroiled with a crippled, bad-tempered magician and her self-proclaimed ‘bodyguard’, Heather rapidly descends into a world of terrifying magic and otherworldly monsters, in an effort to stay sane, bring back the dead, and maybe, just maybe, make out with cool older girls.
Katalepsis is a Ancient Greek word which means ‘comprehension’, or perhaps more accurately, ‘insight’.Katalepsis is a serial web novel about cosmic horror and human fragility, urban fantasy and lesbian romance, set in a sleepy English university town.
New chapters are currently posted once a week, on Saturdays.
This is a Royal Road mirror of Katalepsis' own website, located here, currently updated at the same time with a new chapter every Saturday.
Gather all and I will tell you a story! A story of how a champion was summoned into the doomed realm of Ortho. Of how instead of a champion, they got a woman old enough to be your mother. And what happened after that?
I will tell you how the champion traveled into the Felorn Woods with her friends, in search of her lost youth.
And how instead of youth, what she found was Hell itself.
You don't believe me? Then go on and see for yourself.
But don't come crying to me if it was too much!
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A sequel to this fiction as a thank you for all the encouraging comments and ratings.
There is also another sequel!
And more after that.
PS. If you enjoy an OP MC in an even more OP world, you'll like this. Also I will hopefully clean and redo old chapters in time since my dialogue might not be great. I also enjoy doing other POV's, because half the fun of being OP in a new world is getting to see how everyone reacts about it.
*Artwork done by Lenni Olinsson
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Wilfred had been thinking about ending it all, but then it all ended before he could.The apocalypse came in a matter of hours. Not from weather, not from nuclear strikes, but something far worse. Mankind lost its dominance over their own planet in a short afternoon, and now Wilfred is one of but a handful of survivors who must make sense of the catastrophic nightmare world that they once called their own.While the Earth is many things after the end, it is anything but the sole domain of humanity. As Wilfred and other survivors discover, their planet was not subject to just one world-ending event, but several. The undead roam the once proud metropolisis, and inhuman beasts stalk the countryside. The physical fabric of reality itself is twisted beyond repair in some places as unnatural distorions that warp physical laws appear across the landscape, and even a simple jog across an empty street can prove fatal to the unwary.The ones who died in the initial catastrophes never had to face the horrors that followed. And for Wilfred, a man who found no purpose in life before the apocalypse, what is there to be found after?
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.
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Born with an uncommon sickness, Asmund was raised in solitude inside a cage of glass. Living all his life hating this damned world, even as his death was quickly approaching never did he let go of his wrath.
But... As he was right about to reach the river Styx, something unexpected happened.
A new change came to the world, and a chance for Asmund to gain all that he always desired, his merciless heart set on conquering the world!
WARNING: This story contain pretty much anything that could hurt the poor sensibility of the weak hearted... Blood, Gore, Sex, Weird Puns and Vulgarities! Also the author is french so it doesn't help! Fuckign french, who like french?! Also the story have a EVIL protagonist, so please bear it in mind when you read this story!
Another word from me, the damn french! I already started writing this story a while ago and was only sharring it among the guys of the Den of Madness, and decided to share it on a whim. Suggestion? Won't listen to them. Praise? Sure go ahead, always cool to hear it not that it would change anything trololol! Insult? Used to them, won't change anything either. Critisism? Don't care.
There you go! NOW ENJOY THE DAMN STORY UNTIL I'M BANNED FOR WRITING SOMETHING YET AGAIN DISTURBING!
The Immaterium poisons everything; the living and the machine. The Tau, the Necrons, and the Eldar chip away at humanity.
In the dark future of 40th Millennium there is only war.
And if you somehow still survive, the Tyranids will eat everyone anyway.
This story is being rewritten! The new version, A Price in Memory, can be found here.
I highly suggest you read the new version as this one won't be completed. Also, there has been a lot of changes so you won't be able to continue with the other where this one left off.
A soldier dies on a battlefield, his body broken but his mind at peace. He died for the only thing he truly cared about, his family.
In a different world a talented mage completes his life’s work, an entire rebuilding of one of the greatest ancient spells, resurrection. Bypassing the stringent requirements, he attempts to make this great magic accessible to the masses, and by doing so earn his place in history.
But lost to the passage of time is the reason for these requirements. Not to unnecessarily complicate this great magic, but to ensure the transfer of only mortal souls.
For there are things that dwell in the realm of the dead that should never be allowed to cross over.
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Eldritch horrors descend from the sky to consume the world. Only a last-minute intervention by a mysterious Hegemony of Worlds saves Earth, albeit temporarily. Skills, levels, and battles with twisted monsters are part of the new reality the survivors will have to face.
Augustus Finn is a young man driving home when the new system is imposed. He is thrown directly into danger as a twist of fate places him in an area designated, by the automated systems of the Hegemony, for the containment and disposal of eldritch energy - areas also known as dungeons. Without the aid of tutorials, or the orientation areas commonly known as "newbie zones," Augustus will have to make his own way to survive in unforgiven circumstances.
He will face monsters, aliens, other humans, and his own darkness as he struggles to grow strong enough to face the countdown to the apocalypse.
Author's Note: The rewritten version of Book 1 is here: https://www.royalroadl.com/my/fiction/19458