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Keith Jennings The Omen

The Outcast: The Shadow of The Wall

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."
azvein · 5.8K Views

The Divine and the Damned

Suddenly, something moved in the dark corner of the room, catching my attention. Startled out of my mind, I leaped back in fear, grabbing the first object my hands landed on... a lamp, and holding it in front of me defensively, like a weapon. From the farthest corners of the darkness, a figure gradually began to emerge, slowly taking shape as it stepped into the rays of sunlight pouring through the windows. Bit by bit, the light revealed his features. He was tall, with a lean, chiseled physique, and his shoulders were broad. Silver-blonde hair spilled from his head, falling loosely around his face, giving him both a wild and seductive look, and I couldn't look away. Not from this beautiful man. He had jaw-dropping facial features that consisted of a sharp jaw with equally sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, a perfect mouth, and by the heavens, expressionless eyes. Eyes of gold and brown. Eyes that stared straight into mine. I fought back a shudder, muttering a silent curse under my breath. So, this was Dragos. ********** Centuries after his brother’s betrayal, Dragos Nicolae Vlad III has chosen solitude over his destined role as the leader of vampires. But when Dawn Carter, a young woman with financial struggles, lands a job at the Vlad mansion, her immunity to Dragos’ compulsion stirs something long dead within him—worry. He needs to find out why. Dawn has no idea vampires exist, let alone that she’s living among them—or that the dangerously gorgeous Dragos is their chosen one. As feelings start to grow between them, old wounds and new desires surface, but their love isn’t meant to be. She is something else—something pure. And he? A being forged from dark magic, forever damned. A vampire, and not just any kind. Will Dragos give up the first woman to touch his heart in over four hundred years? Or can their forbidden love create a path to peace for both human and vampire species?
Riley_Ruth · 10.5K Views

The Heart of the Soul: The Chosen Fate

In a world ruled by ancient magic and mysterious forces, Isabelle Darvin, a young and fearless warrior, finds herself drawn into an adventure that could change the fate of everything she knows. Her father, a once-legendary warrior, disappeared under mysterious circumstances, leaving behind only cryptic clues about a powerful artifact—the "Heart of the Soul." Legend speaks of this gem, said to grant its wielder limitless power, capable of reshaping the world itself. But as Isabelle ventures deeper into her journey, she discovers that the Heart of the Soul is far more than she imagined. It is not only a symbol of magic but a force with untold dangers and dark power. Every step of her journey is fraught with peril, puzzles, and trials, with each ally revealing secrets that could turn them into enemies. Determined to uncover the truth behind her father's disappearance, Isabelle must navigate perilous ruins, confront evil forces, and battle the rising darkness that threatens everything. But as the power of the Heart begins to awaken, Isabelle finds herself pulled toward its seductive influence—forcing her to question whether she can control it or if it will consume her instead. In a world full of betrayal, intrigue, and powerful magic, Isabelle must face not only external enemies but the internal battle between her ambition and her morality. Each decision she makes will shape the future of her kingdom—and ultimately, her own destiny. Destiny, Power, and Sacrifice—Who will control the Heart of the Soul?
2054067701 · 5.2K Views

Abyss' Omen

I was never afraid of death. But I was afraid of dying butt naked. I’ve long accepted that everyone meets the same end, no matter the cause—cancer, a tragic accident, or even something absurd like slipping on a banana peel and cracking their skull open. Some choose to take their own lives, yet I wonder… in their final moments, did they whisper, I want to live? My mother did. Before she tried to take me with her. My father, consumed by guilt, went insane. A month later, he decided to follow her, holding my hand as he drove us off a cliff with a broken brake. In that instant, only one thought filled my mind: I want to live. The heavens heard me. I survived—but lived in hell. After years of struggling, I finally bought a house, determined to start over. I wanted to kiss many women, make myself rich, and retire like a lazy bum. A perfect life. I almost had it. Until the water stopped running in the shower. When I checked the sink, my reflection didn’t follow my movements. It just… stared. Then, its head twisted at an unnatural angle, a devilish grin splitting its face. A chill crawled down my spine. Black, viscous liquid seeped from the walls, flooding the floor. It wasn’t water. It was thick. Heavy. Suffocating. And then, my reflection stepped out of the mirror. Its cold hands closed around my throat, its grip unrelenting. I gasped, clawing at it, but the dark liquid filled my lungs, drowning me. My body convulsed as the thing laughed—a sound that echoed through the abyss consuming me. As darkness swallowed me whole, one final thought crossed my mind: I want to live. A voice answered. "Wake up, Abyss." And when I opened my eyes, I was no longer me. I was Dravino Alderidge, son of the war hero. A character in a novel I had read before my death.
Loveleigh · 156 Views
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