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Speedy Black Shadow Sleeping Ninjutsu

Midnight Shadow

Zulin felt a weird sensation in her body, like she was floating. She gently flicked her eyes open, registering the unfamiliar surroundings around her. "Wasn't I supposed to be dead?" she wondered. She saw a figure in the distance. "Isn't this Nite? What is he doing here? Where am I?" she asked out loud. "Am I dead or alive?" But she already knew the answer to that. She was killed, and she was sure she died. "We meet again Princess Zulin..." She heard a strange voice. "Do I know you?" "But too bad it was so soon.." But if she was dead, what was Nite doing with her? Did he also die or was he killed? And whose voice was she hearing? "Where am I?" she wondered out loud. "In the land of the living.. or .. dead?" She heard same distant voice. "Well, not the Land of the Dead, certainly. But yes, you are right. You are actually dead. And if dead people find themselves at my abode, that only means one thing: maybe you are actually in the Land of the Dead." Zulin shook her head as sadness flashed in her eyes. Yes she is dead, she was killed. But then again, she heard the voice. "No, you are not dead." Confused, she tried to figure out where the voice was coming from and swept her gaze around, but she didn't see anybody. "What do you mean by 'I'm not dead'?" "Don't get me wrong," the voice said again. "I mean, you are dead, but... you are a living dead." "why?" "Because I give life in the land of the dead" "What?" she asked in surprise. "By the way, Princess Zulin, how does it feel to be dead on the day of your marriage?" "It feels like being... a lost female protagonist in a horror movie" Zulin responded. "No, you're the antagonist Zulin.." the voice chuckled. "Why were you killed?" Zulin didn't respond, that's right she might actually be the antagonist here. "And your sister is getting married to your fiancee.. your mate.."
Nue_Lave · 1.5K Views

Black Healer

When monsters sprouted from suddenly appearing towers all over the world, the world leaders created an organization of skilled warriors to tackle this problem. The warriors compromised of awakened humans; people who had gotten skills similar to those in a video game. Unfortunately, not everyone was willing to join this attack force, so the world leaders implemented a lottery-system to fill out the ranks. A few years later, Evelyn’s twin sister was chosen via lottery to become a discoverer, but their biased parents forced Evelyn to go in her sister's stead, putting her in the line of danger. The only salvation was that her finance was also sent on the same mission. The mission was to conquer a new Boss floor, and they were to fight against a monster of unpresented might. What she hadn’t expected was that her fiancé would betray her, because of a plot he concocted together with her sister. The monster annihilated their whole team before they were finally able to defeat it, but her fiancé had no thoughts of letting her leave the tower. Stabbing her in the back, he leered over her as he explained their plan while she slowly bled to death. With the last of her life force, dead set on getting her revenge on the man she had promised her life with, she heals the boss monster in hopes that it will kill him. As she slowly closes her eyes, the world going dark around her, a notification from the system pops up. “ New class: Black healer Congratulations! You have completed the hidden legendary quest, healing an S-ranked monster on its last breath by sacrificing yourself. Your immensely caring heart should be an inspiration to all healers, both human and monsters! Not caring for the wounded’s different race and even sacrificing the last of your own life, you have been given a new chance at life. ” Waking up, she is now back three years before the battle took place. Her new life starts now!
DoreenValiente · 1.2K Views

Shadow Devourer

Summary of the Story: "Soul Reaper" In a dark world filled with danger and multiple realms, Ryn, an ordinary young man, is transformed into a "Soul Reaper" after a mysterious incident. He gains immense power through killing and stealing the abilities of the beasts he encounters, thrusting him into a bitter struggle with his fate. The story unfolds in a world rife with gangs, monsters, and dark creatures, where Ryn becomes the center of many conflicts that could lead to the end of the world. As his powers grow, Ryn experiences inner conflict, suffering from isolation and haunted by the memories he accumulates with each soul he collects. He learns to control his powers gained from the beasts, but at the same time, discovers that every bit of his power comes with a price. While hidden forces attempt to exploit him, Ryn must face threats from powerful enemies and learn how to use his abilities differently. The story takes a darker, more complex turn as the magical gates begin to open, revealing external threats that increase the chaos, making Ryn a target for various factions. Amidst the turmoil, Ryn uncovers secrets that could alter the course of the world, forcing him to choose between survival or sacrificing everything to save the world from destruction. Main Theme: Ryn's journey in discovering his true power and understanding what it means to be a "Soul Reaper" while struggling to survive in a world full of evil and darkness. He faces both internal and external conflicts as he navigates a world on the brink of collapse.
Ksa_9405 · 1.2K Views

Shadow Ascendant

In the world of Tenebrous, where darkness births monsters and shadows hold secrets, Kael emerges as an unlikely protagonist. Once a promising E-class hunter, his life was shattered when his clan was massacred and he was framed for their murder. Now branded as a traitor by the Hunter's Guild, Kael survives in the shadows, driven solely by his quest for revenge against those who destroyed everything he held dear. A mysterious awakening triggers the activation of a hidden system, marking Kael as its chosen vessel. This ancient power recognizes his rare Shadow Affinity – a trait occurring in perhaps one hunter in ten thousand – and sets him on a path toward unimaginable strength. As he navigates this new reality, Kael discovers he can manipulate darkness itself, moving unseen and striking from the very shadows. The story follows Kael's journey through a complex world where hunters are ranked from F-class novices to the legendary SSS-class masters who can reshape reality. Within this hierarchy, Kael must navigate treacherous political landscapes, forge unexpected alliances, and confront ancient mysteries while pursuing his vengeance. His path becomes intertwined with powerful forces – including enigmatic figures who seem to understand more about his destiny than they reveal. Through trials and tribulations, Kael evolves from a hunted traitor into something far more formidable. Each challenge pushes him closer to his goal of revenge, but also reveals deeper truths about Tenebrous and his place within it. As he rises through the ranks, he must confront whether his pursuit of vengeance will consume him entirely, or if he can forge a different path – one that balances his desire for justice with the weight of his growing power. Will Kael remain forever bound to the shadows of his past, or will he emerge as something greater – a force capable of reshaping the very fabric of Tenebrous?
Freavon_333 · 1.8K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 704.6K Views
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