Fionn Whitehead

"Am I the one who killed all the heroes?!" This question haunted Fionn, a guide who awoke amidst a jumble of corpses scattered haphazardly within an ancient dungeon. The darkness and the stench of blood formed the backdrop as he made a startling discovery—a corpse that resembled him among the other victims. Shocked and confused, Fionn tried to convince himself that he wasn't the perpetrator of this massacre. He decided to escape the dungeon, adopting the identity of Fionn the Guide, hoping to find answers to the mystery that surrounded the place. Yet, the question of who he truly was and why he had awakened in this dungeon kept looming over him. With incomplete memories and inconsistent recollections, Fionn struggled to piece together the events that led to this catastrophe at every step he took.

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance,, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces? Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their life. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he found the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bound wbythe curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings, located in the deep fogs of Mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules is a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that builds a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his torture? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces?

This story is a repost of my story on wattpad The Tale of 2 different people finding their way

This novel is about a girl that represents who we are on the inside.

"Apakah aku yang membunuh semua pahlawan?!?" Pertanyaan itu menghantui Fionn, seorang pemandu yang terbangun di tengah kumpulan jenazah yang tergeletak tanpa aturan di dalam dungeon kuno. Kegelapan dan aroma darah menjadi latar belakang saat ia menemukan sesuatu yang mengejutkan—mayat yang menyerupai dirinya sendiri di antara korban lainnya. Terkejut dan bingung, Fionn berusaha meyakinkan dirinya bahwa dia bukanlah pelaku pembantaian ini. Dia memutuskan untuk melarikan diri dari dungeon dan mengadopsi identitasnya sebagai Fionn si Pemandu, berharap dapat menemukan jawaban atas misteri yang mengelilingi tempat itu. Namun, pertanyaan tentang siapa dia sebenarnya dan mengapa ia terbangun di tempat ini terus membayangi langkahnya. Dengan kumpulan kenangan yang tidak lengkap dan memori yang tak menentu, Fionn berjuang untuk menyusun kembali tiap kejadian yang mengarah pada bencana di tiap jalannya.

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures? Will romance ever bloom between these two?

The Heaven Defying Sect, the most powerful sect in the universe. Even Deities and Gods don't dare to offend this sect. Even the feared Godkings will bow their head to a disciple of this sect. One word of this sect can ruin entire empires or clans. But the origins of this divine sect is pretty humble, it all started with a young man by the name of Fionn. Author Note: Hey thank you for checking out my novel! I hope you enjoy reading it! Right know I am just putting out the prologue and will see if people enjoy it. If the novel gets popular I will continue to write the story!

Fionn mac Cumhaill pemuda dari desa pinggiran yang memiliki takdir luar biasa di tangannya, ia menemukan buku yang merekam semua kejadian di masa depan, namun akhir yang ia lihat tidaklah menyenangkan. "Hanya aku yang mengetahui akhir dunia yang mengerikan ini, aku cuman punya satu kesempatan dan aku tidak boleh gagal" Berbekal pengetahuan masa depan dari buku yang ia dapatkan, kemampuan sihirnya, dan teman-teman yang percaya. Fionn berusaha mengubah nasib dunia yang mengerikan ini, berharap manusia masih bisa tersenyum menunggu hari esok.

His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up?

Whitehead inside water

Fionn von Ludel is the third son of Duke Ludel. The trash of the family, a trouble maker since birth; he always wrecked havoc anywhere he goes. So when his own younger brother falsely accused him of stealing a holy artifact from the royal family, everyone believed it without a doubt. As a punishment, he was sent as a member of the delegation to the Elven Kingdom of Ishena Aleanmitore, an enemy kingdom. He knew he was sent there to die. There, he met Rhyquis Aleanmitore, a sickly but cunning prince of the Elves. Fionn von Ludel, for the first time in his twenty three years, experienced something strange yet familiar. Maybe it was her golden eyes that shines brightly under the warm sun... Or was it her long silvery hair that sways elegantly on the wind..? Or perhaps her voice--- wait, her voice!? Why is does it sound like a man's!? Fionn, for the first time in his life fell in love with someone. For the first time in his life, he had the desire to love and be loved by someone, and of all people it had to be a man. And of all being, it had to be an elf! He kept denied and ignored his feelings but for some reason, he kept getting swept by the elven prince. Will he be able to capture the heart of the cunning Prince Rhyquis? Will Rhyquis be able to ignore the troublemaker Fionn when he himself finds it hard not to smile with Fionn's silly antics. Will their love be able to last when they are two worlds apart? A journey of a forbidden love between an elf and a human.

Where are the heroes when you need them the most? The governor has been facing a lot of problems, his villagers are producing low amounts of crops daily, causing their food supply to go down by a lot of percent which also makes them eat once a day. A lot of villagers decided to migrate to another town that is wealthier, leaving hundreds of villagers who still believes in the governor dumbfounded. The governor had no choice but to hire heroes to save his town, Springdale. Fionnè, Marshall, Autumn, Gino and Dex were suitable and available for the job. After signing the contract, the town is back on track. But of course, we can't avoid the other towns being jealous of your wealth. Join the heroes' journey as they protect the town and reveal secrets!

What's it like when a scumbag and a scumbag girl get together? My husband and I are a chess match. "I left a light on in the living room for you, don't wake me up when you bring a woman back, I'll be up at eight and tell her to get lost at seven." I said to the caller with a yawn. "Jokes. Do I look like such an inconsiderate person? I booked a hotel." Fionn smiled a beatific smile, "Isn't it the weekend and your baby has to come to you? It'd be embarrassing to bump into me." I looked at the electronic clock on the wall and took a drink of water, "He's not coming tonight for something."

THE MASTER'S SON (Mystic•Institute...) ___________ SYNOPSIS His second name is Death. Anyone who tries to get too close to him loses their lives. He was cursed with the blood of his dead brother, and till he finds the killer of his brother, he'd forever be bounded with the curse. He's avoided like a plaque, but he even loves it that way. He's so addicted to solitude and being alone. He's a bloody supernatural being, an unusual wizard, the only child who was born under three red stars on a gloomy night 25 years ago. The demons fret at the smell of his scent, and evils flee. He has no shadow even in the dark. He's soulless. Orion Alaric, that's his name. The son of Duran Alaric who owns Mystic Institute, a school for supernatural beings,, located in the deep fogs of mount Delos. Mystic Institute takes in over five hundred disciples yearly, and of the five hundred, Orion was determined to find his brother's killer that year, so he joined the school as a Superior. There he sat on his throne, and as expected, she came. Samara Hercules, a Whitehead witch who's the exact opposite of everyone around him. Unexpectedly, she's not the one he's hunting for, but her white hair reminds him of the killer each time he sets eyes on her, and that built a toxic hatred in him for Samara. He was even ready to get rid of her so he wouldn't have to see her face anymore. Let's stop here... Now are you ready to jump into the book and see how things go? Will Samara ever escape from him and his tortures? Will romance ever bloom between these two? Will his curse ever get lifted? Will the real killer ever show up? And are you in for the steamy romance,, fights, jealousy, betrayal, and series of dramas between the supernaturals? Demons and dark forces? Join this rollercoaster ride, don't miss out.