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Virche Evermore

Worldwalker Archmage's Return

Dying is the world of Iverssorn, plunging evermore into despair and chaos with the rising tide of Tainted Magic sweeping over the warring Kingdoms and sowing death by the millions its master Sicelboros who Perished the Sun, when Li Tanrin was summoned from his everyday college life into the Kingdom of Moros Tyr by God, to assume the identity of a young mage called Ewan Sorrenswal, and save the world alongside the other Heroes from his homeland known as the Worldwalkers. Rising to be the Archmage of Moros Tyr, he battled the forces of Sicelboros together with the other Worldwalkers and rode peace across the boundaries of the Human Kingdoms, and he crawled his way to the top and eventually ventured into the Crimson Sands with the forces of man to slay the Titan of the White Tower. All to be betrayed by his fellow Worldwalkers. Murderers all, they stripped him of his staff and his bones they tore from his skin -they had no intention of returning home. Why would they? as they were all but gods in this land, blessed by The God who had sent them here, and so they had worked together with Sicelboros. As Li Tanrin lay there, slowly drowning in his own pool of blood, choking in the body of Ewan Sorrenswal, all his ten years of fighting for naught, he swore only revenge. Upon failure, God sent him back to earth, where he slowly reintegrated with modern society and his own college life and part-time job... waiting... until a second chance arose, to Return.
CamilleSONGSAN · 3.8K Views

Harry Potter: The Forbidden Child

In the realm of Harry Potter, a tale unfolds, Of Eric, a soul with secrets untold. With endless gifts and powers unseen, He walks a path where mysteries convene. Connected to the unknown, a whisper in his soul, Eric's power emerges, revealing his role. Through Hogwarts, he wanders, a puzzle to decipher, Mastering hidden depths, his brilliance growing brighter. In the depths of shadows, he seeks the truth, Unraveling mysteries, shedding light on what's uncouth. With every wand flick, symbols intertwine, Unveiling the depths of his greatness, divine. Through time and space, he dances with grace, Reshaping reality, leaving trails to trace. In each spell, he casts, whispers of ancient lore, Unveiling secrets, unseen evermore. No child of destiny, but a guardian of the arcane, His prowess reflects secrets he holds, never in vain. In Harry Potter's world, he crafts a grand design, A master of hidden truths, his presence does shine. With prophetic abilities, connected to fate's thread, Eric glimpses futures, what lies ahead. Guided by visions, a seer in his own right, He navigates the currents, the paths so bright. So let his tale resound in whispers and lore, Of Eric, the one who sought to explore. In the world of Harry Potter, his legacy unfurled, A keeper of mysteries, his greatness in this world. ------- Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. But all original characters do. The cover is not mine. If you own it and don't want it to be here then email me and I will take it down.
LukasNPC · 308.2K Views

The Path of a Demon King: A Tale of Ambition and Revenge

In a grim and desolate world governed by ancient laws that have bound demons since the world's inception, a profound awakening stirs the previous demon King from his eternal slumber. Erupting from the depths of the underworld, his once-majestic physique is reduced to decay, his wings tattered and frayed. Fiery red eyes, burning with a threatening fury, survey the unfamiliar and disdainful new realm that unfurls before him. Yet, the demon King harbors no intentions of idle observation. His purpose is to conquer and subjugate, wielding his arcane mastery to absorb the powers of those who possess magic. His path blazes with destruction, leaving behind a trail of ruin and despair. With each victim ensnared, his powers surge to heights unimaginable, and his insatiable thirst for blood and dominion grows evermore ravenous. As the demon King's might intensifies, the boundaries between worlds begin to erode, and disgusting creatures slither through the cracks of reality. Drawn to the dark allure of the demon's malefic energy, they flock to his side, forming a ghastly legion. Their eyes glimmer with a sinister luminescence, and their claws drip with the promise of untold suffering and death. Shrouded in impenetrable darkness, the world trembles under the oppressive reign of terror. People huddle within their feeble sanctuaries, fervently praying for salvation from the demonic monarch and his unholy horde. Yet, escape proves impossible as the relentless onslaught ensues. The demon King and his minions relentlessly hunt down those who dare defy them, their powers swelling with each conquest, as the world plunges further into an abyss of everlasting dread.
Brianx_Ngo · 52.9K Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 219.1K Views
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