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Invernia:Reality's edge

Nasuke Yamada, a boy shunned by society and tormented at school, finds solace in the virtual world of gaming—a place where he can escape his harsh reality. But when he stumbles upon a mysterious game, Invernia: Reality's Edge, it becomes far more than just a refuge. This game holds secrets that could not only change Nasuke’s life but the very fabric of reality itself. As Nasuke delves deeper into the immersive world of Invernia: Reality's Edge, the line between the game and real life begins to blur. Strange phenomena draw him into a web of danger, forcing him to face challenges that push him to the brink of survival, reshaping his destiny in the process. Far beyond Earth, eleven celestial figures stand among the stars, watching as the planets orbit below. Their voices echo with ominous forewarning: Figure One: “If this foreseen future comes to pass, humanity will not see another sunrise.” Figure Two: “I agree, brother. The signs are clear.” Figure Three: “What must be done, then?” Figure Four: “Everything rests in your hands, brother.” As the ten figures turn, their gazes land upon the eleventh, a solitary figure standing at the edge of the cosmos. His presence is both commanding and enigmatic, his piercing gaze holding the weight of worlds. Shrouded in mystery, this being’s decisions will determine whether humanity survives—or perishes. Nasuke’s journey is intertwined with these cosmic beings, forcing him to confront his own insecurities and rise above the odds. What begins as an escape from reality becomes a battle for existence itself, where the boy who once thought himself powerless may hold the key to humanity’s survival. In Invernia: Reality’s Edge, the stakes are high, the boundaries of life and death blur, and the future of all creation hangs in the balance.
Luthendo_Muleya · 346 Views

~ A Primordial Vampyres Omniversal Adventures ~

A/N ~ News about updates can be found in the Auxiliary Chapter called 'not a update'. Enjoy my first work. ~ Drake Zoraiz was a ordinary young black man, maybe with a little more of an realistic view of the world than most of the people. He had been living his life in the world as an mercenary, until he was left for dead after a truly brutal mission where everything that could go have gone wrong, does. As an atheist for most of his young orphaned life, he was not expecting anything waiting for him after his death. Especially not the endless void he found himself in or that of visage of the beyond beautiful; and radiant figure of a goddess, who offers a chance of boundless adventure and endless battles to become more, to show up and say. "Drake Zoraiz, it is time to choose..." ~ Planned World's (in random order) Homeworld ~ A Song of Ice and Fire ~ Bleach ~ Overlord ~ DC/Marvel ~ Harry Potter ~ Jujutsu Kaisen ~ Highschool DxD ~ Highschool of the Dead ~ That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime ~ ect. to Fin. ~ Disclaimer ~ This is a fanfiction inspired by the works of [Author/Creator's Name(s)], including [specific source material, e.g., A Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin]. I do not claim ownership of any original characters, settings, or lore created by the respective authors. The only elements I claim as my own are original characters, plots, and interpretations that I have added to this fanfiction. This work is created purely for entertainment purposes and is not intended for commercial use. All credit for the original material belongs to its respective owners, and I encourage readers to support the official works. ~
BlackViodEmperor · 13.4K Views

SHADOWS OF ELDRALORE

Emmie’s heart pounded as the figure rose from the shadows, thicker and grayer than before—a far more earthbound and sinister version of the one he thought he’d conquered. The sparkling light from the crystals above seemed to be sucked away, leaving a suffocating emptiness. Even the sound of his friends’ breaths around him grew faint, their voices—one of concern, another of reassurance—muffled echoes through the cavern behind him. Yet he knew he had to press forward, deeper into the darkness, and face this alone. For now. The figure stepped closer, slow and deliberate, its glowing eyes radiating an icy malevolence. “You think you’ve overcome your fears?” it hissed, its voice sharp and grating. “That was nothing. I am the fog inside you—the one you ignore, the one that carves at you.” Emmie swallowed hard, forcing himself upright despite the shaking in his legs. “I’m not afraid of you,” he said, summoning courage he didn’t fully feel. “I’ve come too far to turn back.” The figure’s laughter crawled down his spine. “Brave, so brave… but so foolish. You’ve barely begun to uncover the truths buried in your soul. Your doubts, your regrets, your anger—they feed me.” For a moment, Emmie faltered. The words clawed at wounds he’d tried to ignore, stirring his doubts: Could he truly protect his friends? Were his choices enough? The darkness seemed to press closer, suffocating him with its weight. But then he remembered Mira’s voice, full of faith. He thought of Amara’s bright laughter and Cory’s unwavering support. They had believed in him when he couldn’t believe in himself. “Maybe I do doubt,” Emmie admitted, meeting the figure’s glowing gaze. “But those doubts don’t define me. My friends believe in me, and I believe in myself.” The figure’s eyes narrowed, frustration flickering within. “Conviction alone won’t save you,” it hissed. “Your friends are far, and here, it’s just you and me.” It raised its arm, and the shadows coiled into smoky tendrils, striking toward him. Emmie dodged just in time as they slammed into the ground, shattering the stone and sending shards flying. His heart raced, his footing unsteady, but he pushed himself upright. A faint light flickered in his hand—small but wholly his. The figure laughed, mocking him. “Is that all? A tiny flicker? Pathetic.” Emmie clenched his jaw. “It’s enough,” he said. “This light is everything I fought for, everything I believe in.” The figure snarled, and the darkness surged again, crashing against Emmie’s light. Straining against the tide, he closed his eyes and steadied his breathing. He thought of his friends, their unwavering faith, and his purpose. The light steadied, burning brighter. At that moment, he heard their voices—Mira, Amara, and Cory—calling to him. The sound reignited his resolve. As their light joined his, the shadow recoiled, its form shattering under their combined strength. The figure’s voice echoed as it faded: “This isn’t over, Emmie. This is just the beginning.” Emmie stood firm, unwavering. “I’ll be ready. Let’s finish this.”
Mira_Tenny · 3.5K Views

Revenge of the Crimson Shadow

Eternal Cleansing Region, somewhere in the Aries Kingdom, midnight “Ohmmm~~~!” The sound of chanting was heard as pebbles jumped, buildings vibrated, and the ground shook. In a huge church, many figures in dark red robes were on their knees surrounding an altar, seemingly praying to a god. There were thousands upon thousands of figures, all chanting the same thing. The gargantuan church had very tall windows, with which housed stained glass. The church was very caliginous, only having the soft light of the moon to illuminate things through those windows. If one gazed up, a mural could be discerned within a cupola. It illustrated a devil lingering above the land, with which figures with red eyes stood; then, a huge sun encroaching upon the territory of that devil, and burning all that was. Afterward, the mural showed a few survivors, on their knees, worshiping what appeared to be a god floating in the air as the surrounding lands burned to ash. The robed figures surrounded an altar upon which stood an imposing golden statue of a muscular man, in nothing but a toga, holding out his hand. In his hand, burned a powerful flame. If one were to observe this statue, they would immediately notice the beautiful orange sapphire the size of one’s hand. This statue was six stories tall, reaching just below the cupola. “Ohmmm~~~!” everything shook once again due to the sheer power of those figures’ unified voices. All of the figures began to glow a soft reddish-orange holy light, reminiscent of the sun. The light began to get brighter, gradually overtaking the gentle light of the moon. On the altar, in the center, directly below the cupola, was another silhouette. This silhouette stood with its hands held out, radiating an even greater light than those below. “Ohmmm~~~!” the statue’s eyes began to shine a similar light. Moments later, the light from the robed figures began to wane, as if the statue was absorbing it. The silhouette below the statue, however, started glowing even brighter. Seconds passed. Seconds turned into minutes, and minutes, into hours. As every second ticked by, robed figures collapsed one after the other, their state unknown. The statue’s eyes were getting brighter as each fell. After seemingly an eternity, the silhouette’s light began to flicker out of existence. Just before it blinked out of the world, the statue’s eyes flared up, and the world seemingly stopped. The silhouette’s eyes began to match those of the statue. Suddenly, a deep, monotone voice escaped from the shadowy figure, “The boy with the Shadow Dragon Bloodline. Find him. Kill him. Wipe his whole lineage from the face of this region!” it boomed throughout the church, escaping through the walls as if they were illusory. People all throughout the region began to look in the direction of the church in response to some profound power. As the figure on the altar was speaking, cracks ,glowing the same color as the statue, began to appear around its body. As soon as the silhouette stopped speaking, it collapsed and the statue’s radiant glow began to fade. “Ohmmm~~~!” echoed out once more.
TheScaredOne · 6.9K Views
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