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The Toy Maker: The Blood of the Founders

In a world shaped by gods among mortals, the Founding Family reigns supreme—beings of unfathomable power, capable of creation itself. At their peak stand Keth, Zillah, Maingan, Rex, and Mariah—warriors who could rival the strongest beings across existence. But absolute power is never without consequence. Centuries have passed since the once-mighty empire began to fracture. Rex’s descendants, weaker than their forebears due to human blood, seek forbidden ways to reclaim their lost strength. Some turn to dark rituals, while others create beings from objects, unaware that these creations will soon develop wills of their own. As rebellion brews within the nation built from Rex’s bloodline, a far greater shadow looms—Mariah’s four lost children, entities she created long ago, now return with their own ambitions. Meanwhile, Keth, imprisoned for 700 years, has become something beyond human comprehension, his return a slow-burning inevitability. Zillah, once living among men, carries secrets that could alter fate itself. And Queen Spadina, the enigmatic force working in the shadows, remains an unsolved mystery, her true power yet to be revealed. Yet, amid all the chaos, one force remains unknown—Mariah’s unborn child. Held within her for 700 years, his very existence defies time itself. A being neither fully formed nor yet awakened, he is the only one who may stand against the storm that looms over them all. But will he embrace his role in destiny, or will he too be consumed by the war of gods?
Deolawage · 1.1K Views

Alpha Baby Maker: The Second Rate Gala

I whimpered in pain. This is how it feels like to be cursed, right? That's me, Kaidaira Steele. Sold by mother, raised to be Ryder's little whore, rejected by best friend of nineteen years and husband of six years! It gets worse! Destined to die from a fucking severed bond from a miscreant with the weakest fucking wolf in existence! *** I pressed my ear to the door. I could hear my parents talk. “Who will take a deviant like her if she's incapable of doing the bare minimum. She's sterile! You heard Alpha Greg on national TV!" "So what are you saying Michael?" It was my mother's voice. "I'm saying it just became extremely harder to pawn her off to some poor unsuspecting beta. I'm saying she's extremely useless to us. I'm saying who could love and accept a miscreant like her. I'm saying let her be the pack whore. That way she's not entirely useless to me and my warriors will be in a good mood” *** Kaidaira is rejected by her husband because she's barren. She runs from the pack that disgraced and humiliated her and She goes back to her own pack hoping her loving parents would welcome her back but all she meets are parents who have turned cold and a pack who regard her as bed warmers, the pack public whore to be! After almost encountering an assault, Kaidaira decided to take up her brother's offer to enter in the yearly gala for a second rate mate. Reluctantly she goes but sneaks out because it reeked of desperation and she was in heat. There she meets Delta Kinnley, A Prince who was in love with his own step sister, thus they strike a deal of the century. A contract marriage. Kaidaira has one demand - prove the world wrong by getting pregnant! Cover is not mine. credit goes to the rightful owner
King_Starr · 11.4K Views

CONSULT RAPID DIGITAL RECOVERY: TO HIRE A BITCOIN HACKER RECOVERY

The day my house turned against me started like any other lights flashing at my command, blinds snapping shut with military precision, and my coffee machine chirping a cheerful "Good morning!" as if it hadn't just witnessed me going broke. Here I was, a self-styled tech evangelist, huddled on the floor of my "smart" house, staring at an empty screen where my Bitcoin wallet once sat. My sin? Hubris. My penalty? Accidentally nuking my private keys while upgrading a custom node server, believing I could outsmart the pros. The result? A $425,000 crater where my crypto nest egg once grew, and a smart fridge that now beeped condescendingly every time I opened its doors. Panic fell like a rogue AI. I pleaded with tech-savvy friends, who responded with a mix of pity and "You did what?! " I scrolled through forums until my eyes were streaming, trawling through threads filled with such mouthfuls as "irreversible blockchain entropy" and "cryptographic oblivion." I even begged my fridge's voice assistant to turn back the chaos, half-expecting it to sneer and respond, "Play stupid games, win stupid prizes." A Reddit thread buried deep under doom scrolls and memes was how desperation finally revealed to me Rapid Digital Recovery, a single mention of gratitude to the software that recovered lost crypto like digital paramedics.". In despair, but without options, I called them. Their people replied with no judgment, but clinical immediacy, such as a hospital emergency room surgeons might exercise. Within a few hours, their engineers questioned my encrypted system logs a labyrinth of destroyed scripts and torn files like conservators rebuilding a fractured relic. They reverse-engineered my abortive update, tracking digital crumbs across layers of encryption. I imagined them huddled over glowing screens, fueled by coffee and obscurity of purpose, playing my catastrophe as a high-stakes video game. Twelve days went by, and an email arrived: "We've found your keys." My fingers trembled as I logged in. There it was my Bitcoin, resurrected from the depths, shining on the screen like a digital phoenix. I half-expect my smart lights to blink in gratitude. Rapid Digital Recovery not only returned my money; they restored my faith in human ingenuity against cold, uncaring computer programming. Their people combined cutting-edge forensics with good-old-fashioned persistence, refusing to make my mistake a permanent one. Today, my smart home remains filled with automation, but I've shut down its voice activation. My fridge? It's again chilling my beer silently judging me as I walk by. If you ever find yourself in a war of minds with your own machines, believe in the Rapid Digital Recovery. They'll outsmart the machines for you so you won't have to. Just perhaps unplug the coffee maker beforehand. Contact Info Below: Whatsapp: +1 4 14 80 71 4 85 Email: rapid digital recovery (@) execs. com Telegram: h t t p s: // t. me / Rapiddigitalrecovery1
Evans_Sorensen · 324 Views

Setting souls

The two men couldn't have looked more out of place on the cold afternoon streets of New Hadepee. The first was a scrawny fellow, no taller than five foot eight, wearing a white shirt marred with ugly reddish-brown stains and a pair of plain tan pants. His companion, by contrast, carried himself with an air of quiet authority—a regal-looking man with a neatly trimmed black beard, wrapped in a great black coat with a red scarf pulled snug around his neck. "I heard the man himself has come back," the one in the stained shirt said, carefully balancing on the curb with his arms outstretched. "Oh? And where did you hear that?" his companion asked, turning his head with amusement to watch the precarious balancing act. "Welp, the sergeant major told me to go down to Olker, so I figured that could only mean he's back," the man in the white shirt replied. "Vistor has close cultural and political ties with the kingdom of Olker. Don't you think it's just a protection job?" the older man in black inquired, a hint of humor in his voice. "Oh, come on, Mang, you know they'd never give someone like me a protection job," the man in the white shirt scoffed, jumping off the curb and spinning around a lamppost. The older man—now known as Mang—came to a halt, reaching into his coat and pulling out an envelope. "Well, Tai, I suppose you're wrong." Mang handed the envelope to him. Tai peeled open the envelope, sliding out the letter and studying it carefully. "Oh wow, so Marlin is marrying the queen of those people?" he asked with a shrug. "She is not a queen. Don't let anyone call her that," Mang snapped. "And if her people weren't so damn difficult, we would have annexed them already." "So we let them succeed but not Gascon? Whose idea was that? They're more like us than those humans are," Tai said, frowning. "Gascon was willing to sell to the Emperor for a small chunk of change," Mang quipped. "The Noctrous family was not." "Ok so what's that matter, all we need is a little persuasion to change their minds? We killed the chief of Gnomandale and sent his stuffed head back to them, then they sold Gnomendale to us. All we need to do to get Olker is beat the hell out of Sylvie and she will sell." Tai folds the letter and places it back into the envelope. "Tai, the people of Vistor don't have the heart to see us beat up the Eladrin people like we did the Gnomes, and plus their Chief tramp Silvye is much too pretty for us to put her head on a stick."  "Welp, it's our loss," Tai muttered, spitting onto the sidewalk. "No, it's not. Not if Chester is back…" Tai frowned. "What's Chester gonna do?" "Last I recall, his fallout with Sylvie wasn't just a petty disagreement. Before he died, he built a fleet of ships and hid them in a cove somewhere. If he wanted revenge, all he'd need is an army." "And who the hell would fight for him?" "The same people who fight for us—the poor." This is a prequel to Then Maker, another story of mine. The writing may feel somewhat outdated compared to my more recent work, but it consists of a series of scenes that occur before the main events of the novel. The description is one of my most recent pieces, which is why it differs in style from the rest of the book.
Thornton_Chase · 1.6K Views

Beastbound: The Gryphon Tamer

Benjamin was a simple bookstore clerk, a young dreamer lost in the pages of fantasy—until one night, fantasy became real. A quantum shift, a ripple in the unknown, and suddenly he found himself in Khial, a world unlike any he had ever imagined. A world where the very fabric of reality is shaped by Laws, not rules, but patterns of existence woven by those who can perceive them. Here, the Sages are more than scholars—they are forces of nature, bending the world to their will. And beyond the surface, in the shadows of history, a war wages unseen, where those who understand the Laws fight for power, survival, and something far older than the world itself. Benjamin, however, is different. He has no connection to the world. His soul does not resonate with its Laws, making him an anomaly—a ghost in a reality that should reject him. But he has something else. He can absorb knowledge, not just learn but internalize entire histories, combat styles, strategies, languages. It should have made him powerful. Instead, it made him a target. His journey to find his place in Khial led him to the Academy of Sages, where he trained to survive. But the more he learned, the more he saw that power was never as simple as strength. He forged bonds, crossed paths with warriors and schemers, and found himself entangled in a conflict far greater than he understood. A single mistake sent him tumbling into the depths of the Black Flame, the shadow empire controlling the world from beneath its surface. Enslaved, broken, forgotten, he is forced to claw his way back from the bottom. He will rise—not as a hero, but as something else. His path will take him beyond this world, across vast empires and ancient ruins, toward a final reckoning with Malachros, the entity that should have never existed—the first Itharim to break free from the Maker’s will. But before that, Benjamin must do the impossible: Escape. Survive. Become more than what this world allows.
TheBlackLion · 8.4K Views
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