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The Immortals: Odyssey

In the dawn of time, a family of ordinary sailors and fishermen unknowingly stumbles upon a fate that would forever alter their destiny. A goddess, angered by their alleged act of theft against her, cursed them to sail the seas eternally, plundering treasures and pillaging wealth. And they came to be known as the first pirates to ever exist. This curse, however, came with an unexpected twist; immortality. For centuries, the family navigated the treacherous waters, exploiting their newfound gift, to amass power and riches. They became the stuff of legend, feared and revered by all who crossed their path. Their dreaded name, "The Damned Ones," struck terror into the hearts of both men and gods. Years passed, and the goddess, seemingly capricious, lifted the curse, allowing the family to set foot on land once again. But this freedom came with a catch; their immortality remained, a double-edged sword that rendered them invincible and more formidable. And as the ages went by, the family's exploits became the tales told in myths and legends, but they themselves, lived among the humans. They built civilizations, sowed chaos, and reveled in their unparalleled power. Even the powerful rulers and other immortal factions trembled at the mention of their name. They were an overpowered, unkillable set of monstrosities that wanted nothing more than to have fun. After years of separation, the family reunites, only to discover that one of them had gone missing. But that was only just the beginning. A new enemy had emerged from the darkness, one who had in his possession a mysterious and terrifying power, one capable of killing even the unkillable family. The family, driven by a mix of concern and self-preservation, put aside their differences and join forces to vanquish the threat. Allied once again as one, their unyielding resolve and unmatched power would be tested like never before, but one thing was certain– they would not go quietly into the night. They had lived for tens of centuries and have gotten unaccustomed to death. The battle for their existence had begun, and the fate of the world hung in the balance. They fought against both old and new foes, in a world where the supernatural was nothing more than a fairy tale, living up to their mythical title as the... IMMORTALS Sneak peak! The sun dipped into the horizon, casting a bloody orange glow over the battle-scarred shore. The air reeked of saltwater, smoke and piles of dead bodies littered the battleground, their limbs twisted in unnatural poses. Amidst the carnage, a burly man stood tall, victorious over a defeated foe, he remained still, taking in the aftermath of the war. His side had emerged victorious, their enemies laid low. A sense of pride and satisfaction swelled within him, but it was short-lived. But his triumph was short-lived. A sudden sharp pricking sensation in his back prompted him to turn around, where he faced a young warrior, shaking with fear, clutching the hilt of a longsword whose blade had pierced through the man's back and was protruding from his gut. The man scoffed and with a swift motion, he reached around and grasped the hilt, pulling the sword from his body. The warrior's eyes widened in horror as the man withdrew the blade, the metal sliding out of his flesh with a sickening squelch. As the sword cleared his body, the man's wounds began to heal at an alarming rate. The gash in his back closed, the skin knitting together with an unnatural speed. The warrior stumbled backward, his eyes fixed on the healing flesh. "You... you're a monster!" The man's gaze locked onto the warrior, his eyes burning with inner fire. "You're right, i am a monster. Stab me a hundred times, decapitate me, entomb me, cut me up into a million pieces and incinerate the parts... I won't stay dead, I'm 'the' immortal, I can't be killed!" And with a swift, deadly motion, the man jabbed the sword into the warrior's throat, ending his life with a single, brutal stroke
Red_Hood69 · 292 Views

Blood red sun day kill Ghost (Will be moved into a new link)

The spectral legions of Zephyr the Abyssal, Dark Lord of the Abyss, bring an icy death to the world. Bleached bone mountains rise, a testament to his tyranny, while tormented souls, twisted into demonic servants, bolster his ever-growing army. Humanity's vibrant history is a fading memory, swallowed by the encroaching darkness. Yet, against this overwhelming despair, the sun's life-giving warmth persists, nurturing the fragile seeds of hope. The embers of peace, though faint, still glow, a defiant spark against the abyssal night. Nestled at the foot of the imposing Mount Cinderfang, within the protective circle of the ancient bronze Citadel of Whispers, lies the secluded hamlet of Whisperwind. This sacred site, home to the Celestial Monastery, is guarded by monks imbued with righteous might. Within the Monastery, these monks maintain a tireless vigil, their disciplined ranks a bulwark against the encroaching darkness. Their sacred duty: to protect the people of Whisperwind from the formidable magical forces that threaten from beyond the Citadel of Whispers. The memory of Elder Theron's stand against Zephyr the Abyssal and his legions still echoes—a battle of unparalleled ferocity that stained the autumn afternoon with the blood of countless fallen. Good and evil clashed with a rage unseen before, overwhelming the Celestial Monastery. Forced to retreat to the sanctuary of Mount Cinderfang, Elder Theron, grievously wounded, hid a peerless spiritual treasure deep within a secret chamber beneath Oracle Falls before his death. With his last breath, he merged with the surging energies... Creating the Infernal Lock formation, the people of Whisperwind, protected by the Citadel of Whispers, have withstood countless attacks from the demonic hordes over the years. This powerful shield afforded the Celestial Monastery precious time to train exceptional disciples, true paragons of martial prowess. The legend of a hero who would vanquish tyranny would remain untold were it not for the appearance of a certain individual: Drakon, an orphan boy from Whisperwind. Fate led this youth to encounter the Sunfire Drake, a divine beast hatched from a colossal golden egg, possessing the power to unleash devastating flames. Drakon's destiny was forged in three blades: Crimson Edge, a longsword representing humanity's strength; Dawnbreaker, a legendary blade imbued with divine power; and Nightshade, the infernal blade of the demonic legions, a weapon that bound the fearsome Obsidian Drake. This duality—the Sunfire Drake against the Obsidian Drake, light against darkness—mirrored the internal conflict within Drakon, the eternal struggle between good and evil, the choice between righteous and wicked paths. With his draconic companion and his ultimate weapons, Drakon ascended to the pinnacle of power, a figure who challenged both the demonic world and the forces of light. To understand better, I invite you to step into the world of mysterious stories, accompany me in this novel "Blood red sun day kill Gohts"!
TRUNG_TINH_DO · 20.2K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.7K Views
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