Hypothermia Poe

Summit, a 30 year old Seon Creature from the ancient clan of Poe, loves to read books. But he wouldn't expect he would transmigrate right into a book, no less at that. Oh, hey! He really likes to read, what would you feel if your betrayed by something you love absolutely then gets thrown in some hard ass trials? Oh, I would feel like.. actually I have no idea. It was a normal cloudy day in the mountains of PavoClan (means Peacock Clan,) Summit, the one who loves reading books, is transmigrated after a strange hourglass hit him right on the head, into a book that was becoming extremely fun to read (what I need) and it was peak, with so much emotion. But a dark mystery was behind it. He never read to that point, so why know it? Why get killed by a hourglass that should actually do little damage, which, yea, it's quite hard to kill Seon Creatures? That was the important part, because the secret behind it will massively affect everything he'd ever known.

"The line between life and death is, at best, indistinct and uncertain. Who can truly determine where one ends and the other begins?" – Edgar Allan Poe. What if you were once a celebrated hero, only to awaken in a new life as a minor villain? Unaware that Lady Lena had fulfilled her role as the antagonist, a twist arises—a sequel to the story looms ahead. Armed with the knowledge of what’s to come, Lady Lena steps back into the arena she knows better than anyone: the battlefield.

Legend of the Blacksmith Ang Panday: The Origin is a Filipino Epic Story that famously characterized and portrayed by Fernando Poe Jr. Tells us the story of Flavio a blacksmith who found the gem of Meteorite that he used to craft a dagger. Because the gem is a source of power the Dagger transforms into any kind of weapon, especially a Sword.

At first, it was just that down jackets were sold out, water pipes burst due to freezing, and power was rationed throughout the city. Then, the workers who went to repair the damage died due to hypothermia, and the medical system collapsed. The cold current swept across the globe, and even the countries at the center of the equator were not spared... In just one month, the temperature plummeted by 100 degrees! The entire city turned into an ice sculpture. Before the trees could shed their leaves, they were frozen into powder. Rivers and oceans all over the world were frozen, and not a single drop of water could be found on the surface! If it were a zombie apocalypse, humans could still fight, but in the face of nature, what should humans do? This is not a movie! It's real... The extremely cold doomsday has arrived.

‘My enemy, my friend, my love, my pain. He was everything and more to me. My protector and my warden. Most importantly, especially for you, he was my leash.’ ________ Ísar Jovevski, the King of Ogronevia. Praised as a good king, a blessing from the gods, a mighty king. Kind and benevolent king. The greatest King in the kingdom’s history, never mind that his bloody ascension was a bad omen. A man holding a darkness that could consume him as well as everyone around him, if not for his childhood friends. If not for his love for Xinghua Li. Imperial Son Li Xinghua of the Qianlong Empire. A prince, a martial artist, a warrior and Ísar’s childhood friend. The only person in the world that was able to make Ísar nervous and stumble over his words. He loved him. A kind of love where he could not breathe nor exist if the other were not in his life. The kind of love where one’s heart jumped to the throat from a mere smile. The kind of love that turned into a double-edged sword. Where if it were lost—no—broken, the pieces would harm all. And none could’ve avoided the cuts of its shards. _______________ [Excerpt] The shores were stained with thick, black blood. The stench of rotten corpses filled the air as the ocean’s breeze swept over his kneeling form. Ísar stared at the endless void that was the ocean. He barely registered the tears running down his cheeks as he watched the sun rise. The celestial source slowly moved high above his little kingdom and Ísar continued to stare. The screams coming from behind him were muffled background noise. “My King! My King, please! Please spare me!” He didn’t know who that was. The voice was familiar but nothing came to mind. It didn’t matter, in the end. Nothing truly mattered anymore. He squeezed the old and worn out plush toy close to his chest. The fabric was tearing and the little ox toy had never looked uglier. He stared down at it and with a sad smile and teary voice, he said, “You don’t smell like him anymore. Nothing smells like him anymore. Please come back. Please. I miss you, my big star. I miss you.” _________ Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and Gothic Themes [FKRV is a tragedy fantasy romance with both positive (found family, childhood friends, first loves) and negative themes (loss, grief, loneliness, suicidal ideation, murder). There will also be more mature chapters in the future which I’ll put a R18 warning for. Happy reading!]

"Hey! Why did you undress?" I said without glancing at him, only to perceive his genuine and humorous laugh. "What happened to you? Why do you look so scared? Oh come on, don't you dare think nasty of me". Again, with his joyful and teasing laughter. I just shut my mouth and ignored him. I focused my glare on the floor, shivering cold in my sopping wet dress. "Didn’t you say you wanted to stay for a while, and that you don't want to go home yet? It's not good for you to stay in your soaked dress for very long. I'm serious, and I don't want you to get hypothermia. So, you better slip off that gown and hang it on the railing to dry a little. Doesn't it feel heavy?" He looks serious, delivering his point. He's probably right, but that seems uncomfortable. Disrobing in front of Ziggy while ogling over his naked body, it feels so awkward to me. He is my best friend, my hero and if there is something that is most important in my life, it is to not lose him. I tried hard not to fall in love with him because they say relationships are complicated, and being in love with your best friend and failing hurts double time. What if it's too late for me to realize that he is more than just a best friend, but really my first and only true love? DISCLAIMER: THIS STORY MAY CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND CONTENT, IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR ANYONE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 AND MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR ALL ADULT READERS. VIEW AT YOUR DISCRETION. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

An expedition into the unknown was truly that, what did he expect to find, stories of ghosts in the final frontier, expeditions doomed to fail, and then of course the Alaskan triangle... Unexplainable events still unexplained to this day regardless of how technology reveals the unknown. Has he gone mad? Or was this normal for anyone who gets lost here. Is it the cold? Hypothermia? Or was it rally him who lost all reasonable thought.. People go missing here more than they do in the Bermuda triangle, it was a fact brought up to him by someone who knew the area well, but he merely shrugged it off. Was he lost? Did the triangle take him? Sweat dripped down his forehead, Bertus was way too old for this but adrenaline had him on his feet by a margin, he didn't know it was going to be this kind of expedition. 'Why are you running?' The ghost like voice echoed through the forest again, he stopped and leaned against a tree, looking back he saw nothing, just trees, rocks and snow. 'Just say, and I'll end it' "Please stop!" He cried standing up and backing to a tree "I can't take it anymore!" 'Are you willing to submit yourself to me?' "What ever it takes!" Bertus saw a set of green glowing eyes appear in the dark ahead of him, then another, then another. Soon he found himself surrounded by eyes, standing so that they don't come in line with the illuminated snow. Bertus felt his breathing pick up, a fog started rolling in from all directions, until the wolf eyes disappeared behind it. Somehow it gave him relief, until the eyes appeared in the mist again, this time closer, but still they made no noise, he trembled uncontrollably looking around as to see a way out but there was none. 'You can calm down now Bertus' the voice came from the front, he saw between the green dots a set of violet purple eyes appear, and come up to him, as they approached, the white mist inverted, turning black, the trees turned white, he could see the wolves now but they looked like corpses, half bone, flesh rotten and intestines missing. Some were only an embodied ball of sagging, rotting flesh, the bones not present. Fear gripped Bertus but then a hand took his cheek and brought his face forward to meet the purple eyes again, it was a woman, she looked native American but her eyes seemed lifeless, hollow, violet smoke emitted from her irises, making it hard to see how her eyes really looked. Bertus backed but only his head could move and it hit the tree. He looked down and saw she was in fact naked, but black smoke covered her in such a way that one could only barely make out her nudity. 'Sssh–' she said, he saw fangs in her mouth, black ears on her head tucked into her thick black hair. 'I will take the nightmare away now' She leaned in and kissed him. Bertus felt her cold lips, then in through his mouth came warmth, almost like drinking soup, it went down into his stomach and finally it made his whole body twitch involuntarily. Pain took him over, he screamed and fell to the ground it felt like his body was being torn from the inside out, then as the hunger and bloodlust set in, his vision blacked out. 'You will never be human again, you will never die as well, but you will always seek blood, want flesh, and always want more'

Lucas was born a werewolf to one of the most powerful Nobles family second only to the King. Follow Lucas to discovering what it means to be a noble as well as what it means to be a werewolf.

I do not own this book or make it I’m simply putting it on this app for ease of access

Nathaniel Ouro could feel his body run cold, the sting of pain that racked his being began to slowly fade as his breath almost seemed sucked from his aching guts. Darkness began to slowly encroach his vision as fleeting thoughts seep into his mind. "Damnit... I should have listened to those assholes, they warned me to be cautious and that my bleeding would get me killed. Now here I lay, unsure where I am, I think I'm missing my kidney, a lung... God... Please, I don't wanna be here anymore. I wish... I wish I wasn't going to die and I wasn't on earth anymore..." [[Wish requirements fulfilled. ERROR; presets for wish are unable to be met. Host will die but consciousness can be transferred... Suitable host found. Stipulations put in effect. Will you accept?]] [[Y/N]]

Will you play the game? Will you be apart of the horror? Is he going too far? Or just far enough? Life, it’s difficult. It’s unforgiving.

Poe is an orphan that always dreamed of exploring the big world and after reading a book written by a great mage, Poe makes it his goal to become the greatest mage ever. After gaining access to the system like everyone does at the age of 15, Poe leaves the little elven village he grew up in. All to become the greatest mage the world has ever seen, but first and foremost tasting all the great food in the world! Well, if he had some commonsense that would help too. -------------------------------------------------- Release rate: Will write when I get stuck on my other webnovel. -------------------------------------------------- Chapter length: 1000 - 1200 words Might be a little more or a little less! -------------------------------------------------- Tags: - Level System - Game Elements - Slice of Life - Sword and Magic - Comedy - Adventure

C. Auguste Dupin is a detective created by Edgar Allan Poe. He appears in three stories that are often considered the first modern detective stories. Here’s a brief synopsis of each: 1."The Murders in the Rue Morgue" (1841) Synopsis: The story follows C. Auguste Dupin and his unnamed friend (the narrator) in Paris as they investigate a brutal double murder in the Rue Morgue. The victims, Madame L'Espanaye and her daughter, are found dead in their home under mysterious circumstances, with no apparent motive and with evidence that seems impossible to decipher. The police are baffled, but Dupin uses his analytical skills to piece together the clues. He discovers that the murders were committed by an escaped orangutan, which climbed through an open window, revealing how observation and reasoning can solve even the most perplexing mysteries. 2. "The Mystery of Marie Rogêt" (1842) Synopsis:In this sequel to "The Murders in the Rue Morgue," Dupin is tasked with solving the real-life-inspired murder of Marie Rogêt, a young woman whose body is found in the Seine River. The story is based on the real-life murder of Mary Cecilia Rogers, a case that was widely publicized at the time. Dupin meticulously analyzes newspaper reports and pieces together a timeline of events and motivations to uncover the truth behind Marie's death. The story showcases Dupin's methodical approach to solving crimes using existing evidence. 3. "The Purloined Letter" (1844) Synopsis: In the final Dupin story, Dupin is asked to recover a stolen letter that is being used to blackmail a member of the royal family. Unlike the previous stories, this case involves a more intellectual and psychological challenge. The letter has been hidden in plain sight by the cunning thief, Minister D—. Dupin's insight into human nature allows him to outsmart the minister and retrieve the letter. This story highlights Dupin's skill in understanding the criminal mind and solving crimes without physical evidence.

1000

Lucas was born a werewolf from the noble house of White. Join him on his journey of learning about his world Elysium as he makes his way to be the Strongest of all werewolf’s. To be of help to his father and His country. ( May have a slow start but once I get everything set up I hope it will move at a better pace for my readers.)

Wyll was back in the void of swirling grey, his head throbbing and only his heart seemed to echo in this void. "Wyll of the Purple Dragoons, you have been chosen to be my champion! Arise, champion of Chaos! Forge ahead in this war and rise to the top! I expect good things to come from you." A beacon of swirling greys and radiant red pulsed off Wyll as he rose from the rubble, the pain fading as he met eyes with the man who helped him in the alley. Tied to each was a silver thread, each exchanging glances as Askalon took a bow. "I am Askalon. I hold not the title of First Forged but something else. I am the First Mistake, the oldest living Weapon. I accept you as my Wielder O Champion of Chaos!" Everyone turned to Wyll, his eyes shining brightly as he took the hand of Askalon. The Weapon's form changed shape as, with worry, his acquaintances glared at him; the only Destroyer, Chaos, had chosen a champion. [[Welcome Wielder, I am Pandemonium, Pan for short. I am an entity tailored by Chaos for you, and it is my objective to assist you in 'The Battlefield of the Gods!' Pan will be fully operational shortly]]

This is a collection of Edgar Allan Poe's poems I am a huge fan of Poe's poems and want to spread them to the world!

Angel's and demons at war. Earth is the battle field. Love blossoms in a world that doesn't allow it. Will love be triumphant or will it tear the world apart.

To Be Determined