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Julien Beaumont

l’hérésie

Dans un monde façonné par une mystérieuse énergie appelée l’Essence, zaza, le Créateur, a donné naissance au royaume de Pafiona, il y a des siècles. Après sa disparition soudaine, un arbre géant aux pouvoirs dévastateurs, porteur de secrets ancestraux, apparaît à la frontière de l’univers. Cet arbre, véritable relique de la création, marque le début d’un bouleversement imminent. Le fils du Créateur vit une existence tranquille, ignorant tout de ses origines et des pouvoirs qu’il hérite de son père. Pourtant, à mesure que le monde de Pafiona se déstabilise et que de puissantes forces s’éveillent, il commence à ressentir des changements inexplicables en lui. Lorsqu’il découvre l’existence de l’arbre légendaire et des pouvoirs qui y sont liés, il est confronté à la vérité : il est l’héritier du Créateur, destiné à porter la même lourde responsabilité. Accompagné de Kara, une mage mystérieuse capable de manipuler les éléments, et de Renn, un ancien guerrier doté d’une force surnaturelle, le fils du Créateur se lance dans un périple périlleux. Ensemble, ils affrontent des ennemis redoutables : des seigneurs de guerre, des créatures magiques, et des entités venues des ombres de l’univers. Tous convoitent le pouvoir caché dans l’Essence, dont Zaza est la clé. Le fils du Créateur doit non seulement maîtriser les pouvoirs hérités de son père mais aussi découvrir les sombres secrets enfouis dans les profondeurs de Pafiona. Au fur et à mesure de ses batailles et des révélations sur son héritage, il comprend qu’il est lié à des forces qu’il ne peut entièrement contrôler, et qu’il devra choisir entre suivre les pas de son père pour sauver le monde ou l’anéantir pour le reconstruire selon sa propre vision. Mais à chaque victoire, l’ombre du Créateur plane, et le fils découvre que des ennemis plus puissants encore, dotés de pouvoirs surnaturels et liés à l’Essence, ne tarderont pas à surgir pour contester son pouvoir et son héritage. Le destin de Pafiona repose désormais sur ses épaules.
Julien54 · 570 Views

Diabolic Occult Of The Forsaken

[Previous Title: Travesty of 1959 (TO1959)] Ines Lacroix, the Lady of the Witching Hour who was hunted worldwide for decades. Someone like her… No one would believe that she had settled down, and grown into an old wrinkly woman who sold books for a living. From being a low-ranked member in an occult, a personnel under the Archduke, then a Saintess belonging to the Church of the Sun God, to finally having her face plastered everywhere and deemed a sinner. At first, Ines was flabbergasted at the accusations that flew her way one after another. Worst of all, all those whom she once knew believed the damned rumors and the papers—even her closest allies, and her lover, Regis Beaumont. During the pinnacle of her horrid reputation, horrified, Ines watched as the rumors came to life. Starting from mass genocide, arson, crimes against humanity, and dozens more—crimes and actions she had never committed were now tied with her name. But as time flew by, Ines had unknowingly accepted the rumors, and she became the person they made her out to be. “Ines,” Regis mumbled, a distraught look in his eyes, “You’ve changed.” Gently embracing the deformed spirit in her arms, she patted their little heads and smiled at him. “Have I?” — Excerpt: Ines watched as her sweet, beloved lover, Regis, held a blade to her neck. The poor man trembled like a feeble branch, unable to go through with his actions. “Do you hate me?” She softly asked, looking him in the eye. When he didn’t reply, she leaned closer to his blade. A thin red line appeared on her neck, and droplets of blood spilled onto the ground. Regis shook, and the corners of his eyes reddened as he helplessly dropped his blade. “No,” He murmured. A smile slowly crept up Ines’ face. Tears streamed down her face like a waterfall, and she threw herself at him. Muttering incoherent words, she wrapped her arms around him and wept. For a moment, Regis stood still. But, in the face of her tears, he crumbled and hugged her back. “I’m sorry, my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “I know.” Ines watched as he defenselessly leaned into her arms, unaware of the looming dangers. Slowly, she raised a small dagger that she had previously hidden in her sleeve and aimed it at his heart. —— [This novel is participating in the 2023 WSA ] Discord: eudine Discord server: https://discord.gg/XKN7tJH88 [ON BREAK TILL OCTOBER 7, 2023!]
eudine · 213K Views

My Dismissive fake-love marriage

[18+ readers] "I was not sorry. Not even once." My eyes fell upon those long pale fingers which just held me from a certain death. "You are already a pain. If you go around doing like this might as well put me into the bars for years." His bad-mouth was so lively that even those harsh cold words were enough to make me cry and roll down to my knees. Julien Tedd. 25 years old married to a grumpy cold-hearted man in his 30s. An actor and a CEO of PAXTON Trades which was in delta. He as a fake husband with grey eyes and an vexed face. Who loves money than anything. "I wasn't a bitch to you. Who asked you to fake marry me? My parents loved to woo you in their well-beings." Those were the first time I said something deliberate to outstand my voice in that relationship. "Bit furry of time. If my memory serves right. Monica, You Annabella with two horns. Go sleep alway to death." He did hurt my heart that day. We slept in different bedrooms. Though we would put an act on when our parents visits us. On occasions like weddings or house rituals with my young sisters or my big brothers side. He hated me being around him. I hated him how he ignored my existence in the big mirage of his. He loved to call me by my first name Monica Dus. He didn't bother to put the Tedd of his name beside mine. I was no honour of him. He wasn't proud of me. when we both married I was a professor and was soon becoming the principal of the FD college, Columbia University. My dad proposal broke me down to marry some unknown grumpy man!! I was still in my 25 years where I should be happy not sad. Our marriage was like a contract basis- He would act on his role. As if he was gifted this act to do. I found myself fond of his submissive side. His black hair was perfect with those thin glasses which read thousands of newspapers or faces of other ladies. Wait! Other ladies? He impressed other ladies while doing his job too. My marriage was fake. Very fake. Made-up in my mind that we would somehow fit with each other nagging, fighting being disloyal and bad-mouthing for everything. Martina, my younger sister questioned my marriage or love life which was written on my face everytime I visit them. That I was never happened to be putting this act on. Not even the marriage was forced without anything enclosed about to me. It was winter, when I started to understand him. He was practically tired of putting upto me. Not even coming physically challenged with me. His lips told the words which were hard to swallow "I want to end this acting for years. Would you mind helping me recover that?" What's exactly that? It was just as my younger sister said 'he will fight to keep you by his side as you live with him. You know how to cook what to cook. When he gets angry or happy. He will dip his head to make you feel loved and love you too.' Was it true? Then was I always this dumb? His hard big thump pressed my forehead bringing me back to seep into the eyes of his. "I said will you take responsibility for making me sick for two years?" My lips parted to speak but it wasn't speaking anymore they were locked with my married man. The man who owned me. Who minutes ago made me feel a complete loser and defeated me to get on my knees and cry for him. Beg him to spare the life. To cut all the marriage ties with him. Are we able to hold a family anymore. A real one? Was he? Or he was fooling around? Those years of carnage over my ears, eyes, lips were already served as a graveyard right?
_LIZA_ · 17.6K Views

THE ROYALS: ANNA & WILLIAMS

#The Royals: Anna and Williams Anna was a simple girl, a free spirit and not your usual prim and proper kind-of girl. While girls her age were busy having tea parties, playing castle and attending debut balls, Annalisa-Jane Jacobs loved to play with children, wear trousers under her gowns and climb rocks. It didn't help that she was a princess. She was also stubborn and rebellious; traits she got from her father. And she hated to be confined and controlled even though she was the Princess of Worcestershire Castle. Annalisa-Jane Jacobs wanted to be wild and free and this went against her father's wishes. Her parents, the King and Queen of Worchester, thought getting her married would make her act like a woman. They believed that marriage was the solution. So when his childhood friend, Duke De Beaumont tells him his second son, Williams De Beaumont had returned back from completing his masters abroad in England, the Royal family and the Dukes decides that the young Duke was the perfect match for their daughter Annalise, the Princess. But here is the problem. The Duke and the Princess hated each other from their first meet. William was pompous, proud. Arrogant! Annalisa-Jane was simple, stubborn. Rebellious! They were bad combinations for each other. They rather kill themselves than to get married. And seeing that their parents were hell bent on going through with the marriage alliance; thus they made sure to flaunt their parents plans, get them angry, do un-royal-like things just so they cancel the wedding. It was a ‘’ruin it’’ or ‘’run-away’’ plan if it doesn’t work out. Their hate for each other was evident. But there is one thing as strong as hate -which is love, especially when they did not see it happening. Not Ever!!!! Set in recent times and having an ambience of classic royal family politics, unknown enemies and a bust of unexpected turns, the Royals: Anna and Williams takes us on a journey of hate and eventual love; without restrictions to foul language even in their thick Worcestershire accent, raw unfiltered desires and mixed emotions that would get you laughing, angry, giddy, frustrated and toes curling and heart beating fast waiting for that moment. It would keep you at the edge of your seat because you would not want to stop turning those pages. I mean how can you, it’s too juicy, so don’t blink!!
stephanieegberike · 54.3K Views
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