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The Dragon Born Comes

He Comes At Night

He inches closer, a single finger roaming her heated skin. Breath mingling with breath. A loud bang vibrates through the room, so thunderous as if god himself was furious. Slowly he looks up staring out the large glass windows to the backyard, "You have a visitor." His rasps calmly. "Who?" Rose quickly fires, feigning ignorance. She knew well enough who it was. Her nightly visitor has arrived. Surprising, He only visits when she is alone. "One who comes out at night. Lurking in the shadows, in the darkness... just like its intensions." He looks down still leaning on top her, once more pinning her with his intense gaze. "Are you afraid?" His voice dead serious, eyes going back to look outside. And Rose lied, "No." But is it a lie when her fear was never really rooting enough to make her run the other way but instead often getting mixed with exhilaration. "You should be." He leaves her staring wide eyed on the sofa and goes to stand before the glass panes. "It's not happy to see me here. I can see the raging pits of fire in it's gaze. Ready to burn me right where I stand." he chuckled, sounding most sinister, "It definitely wants to rip my innards out." "You should take off your shirt." He suggests casually. "Excuse me?" "Let's see if it riles him up even more to shatter instead of just slamming the windows like a wuss." He rouses under his breath, his excited provocative tone not escaping Rose's attention. What the hell is he up to? "This isn't funny." Rose sputters out, standing up from the couch. "I'm not trying to be." He faces her again, sporting a deadpan face. "Whatever. You think I'm one of your stupid fan girls to take my shirt off just because you want to rile someone up? Besides, there's probably no one outside and you're only making it up to see my boobs like a pervert." His eyes roams her from top to bottom, there was distaste evident in his gaze. "When he comes at night and leaves a little something for you, maybe then you take off your clothes for him... like a slut." Rome stared into her eyes with nothing behind those icy orbs to show for a lack of meaning behind his words. Because he means every single thing he says to her. "Get. Out. Now!" Rose boomed furiously. "Whatever, I was leaving anyway. This has become boring." He walks towards her front door. "Wait. How do you know he comes at night and leaves something?" her eyes narrow. "Because I've seen it before." "You saw him? It is a real guy?" Rose wanted to confirm, for some reason she thought otherwise. "I never said I saw him. I've only seen it happening to someone else." "Whom?" "You don't need to know." He closes off. "Then at least tell me what happened to her? Can I meet this person?" "You can't." Refusing calmly he was almost out the door when Rose pleads against hope. "Please." "You can't because she disappeared." Those were the words that finally did it. Brought her racing heart and buzzing head to a sudden halt. "Never to be seen again." "When he stops visiting, that's when you should be most afraid." His words rang like a siren in the silence of her mind as he left. Now she felt true fear for the first time. == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 10.2K Views

Born of fire and hunger

In the greater part of human kind there resides an instinct for survival. It is this which can clutch at straws and affect a rescue from them. It is this which can, now and then, outwit fate : Tanith Lee There are moments in life when you don't know what to do. Some of these moments can be good, like when a father holds his first newborn baby for the first time and realises he has no idea what to do. Or when somoene who has worked his entire life without stop finally retires and doesn't know what to do with his free time cause he's never had any. An then there's me, somoene about to have possibly the first of many so called "worst day of my life" as I stare at what is most likely a death sentence. You see for contexe, the world I am in is a little strange. Before you make any assumptions, this isn't an isekai where I get whisked off to some fantasy world to fixe some other peoples problems. At least not completely. The world I am in is strange in the fact that about 75 years ago, give or take one or two, a massive portion of the population vanished without a trace. Freaky I know, but not as freaky as when they came back and brought with them "magic". The laws of physics seemed useless and easy to ignore for these people. They could do incredible things. Flying through the air at unimaginable speeds, shooting fire from their fingers, moving mountains with their power. Even freezing time was within their reach. It was safe to say at this point that the world was going to change forever. Now listening to all this you'd probably say, wait Lucien isn't this awesome? Magic powers and all you have to do is dissapear for a while, isn't that a pretty good trade of? And normally you'd be right, but of the approximately 100 million who dissapeared, only 13 million came back. Not very good odds. Those that came back told stories of what they had to do. The trials they had to pass. Now this isn't some tower climbing story like you probably read in those webnovels. Every trial was unique to the person. Some where easy and some landed you in the 83 million that didn't come back. And naturally like any good fantasy story, the great dissapearance, as we came to call it, didn't happen just once. And so my story begins here, in the middle of the road, 75 years after the first great disappearance, staring into dead space. I would guess that the people who saw me would find me weird, after all I was staring at nothing. But I couldn't be bothered with them right now, and the reason was that I was indeed staring at something. Something that would change my fate forever. [Congratulations challenger] [You have been selected for the trial] [You will be transported in 30 seconds] ... Fuck. Author : this novel does have a system but it's not a leveling system, so if that's what you're looking for, this might not be for you.
Aidan_Rafferty · 2.9K Views

Villain's Tale: Born with the Power of a Dragon

Noah never imagined that one day he would wake up reincarnated into the world of a romantic novel—a world filled with heroes, magic, and the inevitable defeat of the Demon King. Born as an Demon in Cloud City, he counted himself lucky to possess a mutated demon from Dragon Clan, a gift that placed him among the elite few. But Noah’s second life came with a twist. While the protagonist and their companions tread the righteous path of heroism, Noah carves out a different destiny—one shrouded in shadows. As his choices veer away from the light, he finds himself entangled in the web of fate, walking the path of a villain. Not just any villain, but the successor to the Sea Dragon of the Demon World, one of its most feared and notorious figures. Armed with knowledge of the novel’s events from his past life, Noah must navigate a dangerous world of martial arts, political intrigue, and the brewing war between demons and angels. Will he embrace his new role as the villain, or will he defy destiny to forge a path of his own? In this life, survival isn’t guaranteed, and power is the only thing that can secure his place in a world where even the strong fall prey to fate. Notes: I do not own the book cover. if you are the illustrator, please let me know I will remove it(using it temporarily). DISCLAIMER: Work of fiction. All the names, places and events are all purely based on the authors imagination. Any resemblance to an actual person or events is purely coincidental .
CHVA2001 · 507 Views

What Comes After?

What comes after the end? The inescapable void? A relentless darkness where hope is nothing but a distant memory? Who do you trust when you can’t even trust yourself? When the echoes of your past mistakes haunt every step, and the shadows seem to whisper your deepest fears? I asked myself these questions before and after Z-day. I ask them every waking moment, but the answers never come. They never have, and I don’t think they ever will. In a world stripped of its humanity, where survival is the only law, the truth feels like a luxury we can no longer afford. I know that those left behind are the worst of humanity—the scavengers, the betrayers, the ones who have embraced the darkness. But there are also others who fell at the last minute, those who clung to their last shreds of decency before the end swallowed them whole. Some are burdened with crimes that seem small compared to the horrors that now plague the earth, yet the punishment is the same for us all. The doctrine says that sin is sin, no matter the good intentions behind it. I guess they were right. This world is unforgiving, and it doesn’t care about the reasons that led us here. Do I hate it here? Yes, I do. Every breath I take in this poisoned air is a reminder of what we’ve lost. Do I regret being here? Of course not, because I have a sister to protect. She’s my only tether to what’s left of my humanity, my only reason to keep fighting when everything else has been reduced to ash. My name is Paul Okonkwo, and I will get her safely through this hell on earth, even if it’s the last thing I do. No matter what this broken world throws at us, no matter how deep I have to sink into the darkness, I will be the shield that keeps her safe. Because in the end, that’s all that matters—keeping her alive, keeping her safe, even if it means sacrificing what little is left of myself.
Wisdom_Okolue · 794 Views
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