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Elden Ring Curse Mark Of Death

The curse of Heavengate

Aaron Ambrose, the mighty king of Heavengate kingdom is destined to die. He, however, can change his fate by sacrificing the one thing he thinks he doesn't possess. His heart. He does not believe that death could course through him. But, the prophecy is set. Death is on it's way and the person to buy his sacrifice is unknown. On the other side of the kingdom lives Mariana Clifton. A beautiful, innocent and hardworking seamstress who weaves a beautiful dream of living in a small house with a loving husband and have lots of children. But once she makes clothes for the wicked king, her destiny is irrevocably sewed with his. Aaron finds Mariana pretty interesting. Mariana tries to stay away from the insufferable king but he has made his home in her mind. They both does not know what life holds ahead. In between their teasing and trying to bear each other, will they bare their hearts to each other? Are they even meant to? If yes, will they be able to overcome the barriers of their fates? Can they both together make death move back? ----------- Excerpt: Aaron held Mariana's slim fingers in his calloused hand, tangling his fingers with hers. His other hand raised to wipe the tear that slipped from her eye. "I'll happily die a thousand deaths, Mariana, to live even a day with you. I'll happily die a thousand deaths if I get to die in your arms." He caressed her trembling bottom lip with his thumb, relishing it's softness. "If my death can make you stay close to me, then I'm ready to die in the most painful way." Placing his thumb beneath her chin, he slowly made her raise her head and meet his eyes. "Tell me you'll be with me till the day I die." Her brown eyes, which were filled with tears, eyed him with an unidentifiable emotion. And when finally, she gave a small nod, Aaron leaned forward to let his lips meet hers.
Leosn · 21K Views

Reborn As A Ring

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.
Soul_Monarch000 · 53.7K Views
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