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Her Tears Were My Light

Crimson & Light

In a world where magic thrives and shadows linger, Changra Leville is a boy haunted by a fractured past. One moment, he’s navigating the mundane struggles of high school; the next, he’s thrust into a realm teetering on the edge of ruin. Armed with a mysterious crimson dagger that feeds on his emotions, Changra must confront a destiny he never asked for—one that could bring salvation or destruction. As whispers of forgotten gods and ancient prophecies surface, Changra discovers that the greatest battles are not always fought with steel, but within the heart. Will he rise to the challenge or be consumed by the darkness he fears most? Changra blinked as a small, green, fox-like creature with caterpillar legs padded toward him, its glowing tongue flicking the air. “What... even are you?” Changra asked, leaning back cautiously as it let out a melodic chirp. The creature tilted its head and chirped again, louder this time. It darted forward, brushing against his leg. “Okay, no. Boundaries! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” Changra yelped, stumbling back and nearly tripping over a glowing mushroom. The creature trilled happily, circling him with what seemed like the world's most confident caterpillar swagger. Changra sighed, rubbing his temples. Great. I’ve been here for less than a day, and I’m already the unofficial babysitter for alien fox bugs. Author's Note: Hi! This is going to be my first ever WebNovel. I'll take any suggestions, and eventually, I'll create a discord that everyone can chat up in and give ideas as the story goes on. This is a work of fiction that draws upon the idea of transportation into another world. This is a completely original story, with completely original characters. Chapters Released Every Other Day! (At the moment)
Mason45 · 1.6K Views

THE SISTERS WE WERE

Hidden Ties: The Sisters We Were Zoey and Lily are two sisters that were separated at birth, and couldn’t be more different. Raised by his loving but suffering for grandparents, the spirited and hard working daughter of a poor family, Zoey. Frankly, her life is the struggle of a daily sacrifice, but she can’t afford to let go and just live in the days. The rich were the parents of Lily, however, for the other subject she was born in the lap of luxury as the sweet and dote daughter of a family. She had everything money could buy, she had a powerful businessman of a father who gave her everything, but left little room for emotional warmth. Poised and polished, she was raised, but underneath there had to be a yearning for actual connection. When Zoey, who’s working as a maid to support her family, begins serving at the mansion where Lily lives her life crosscuts with the sisters. They’re strangers at first, but they’re inexplicably attracted to each other. However, over time the horrific truth of their mutual bloodline becomes fact that dismantles their own conception of who they are and where they are, and where they belong in the world. With Alex Walker there to complicate matters what with Lily being his charming fiancé, their reunion isn't complicated enough. When Lily's father’s business partner’s son, Alex, becomes captivated by Zoey’s authenticity it creates an unbrokeable and magnetic bond between them. And all this unspoken connection between Alex and Lily, threatens to make them throw all three of them into a storm of loyalty, betrayal, love and blood — in that order. With emotions running high and family secrets unraveling, The Sisters We Were: Hidden Ties focuses on identity, loyalty and the walking line between love and duty. Zoey and Lily find themselves with a new bond, but as they settle into that bond they have to wonder if blood ties are enough to bridge the gap between their world and hers, or if the truth will destroy them.
Precious_Amadi_122 · 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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