Derpy Hooves

The world had been in chaos for over three hundred years. In the Central Plains, singing and dancing never ceased, foreign tribes sharpened their weapons and fed their horses, Sword Immortals roamed the Martial World, and famed generals quelled unrest in all directions. Five years before the great upheaval, the young Pharmacist Li Guanyi committed murder on a rainy night. At last, he opened his eyes and saw this chaotic human world. Underneath the hooves of horses lay piles of bleached bones – famed generals, beauties, the Martial World, Divine Weapons, commoners, Dharma Forms. Since ancient times, only white bones and yellow sand remained on the fields! Confucian Scholars, crushed beneath iron hooves; Buddhas, swept away by long spears! "I, Daoist Li Guanyi, invite this world to its death!"

Ethan Carter, a genius game designer who had been working non-stop for 120 hours, finally fixed the last bug in his game, Dark Scrolls. But just as he finished, he collapsed and died from exhaustion. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself transported into the world of Dark Scrolls! And if that wasn’t crazy enough, he’d somehow become… a beginner summoner’s first summoned creature. A slime. A slime?! Everyone knows the fate of summoned creatures—they’re nothing more than cannon fodder! No way. Not happening. Just as despair started to set in, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind: [Congratulations, Host! You’ve unlocked the Super Evolution System!] Staring at the system screen in front of him, then glancing at the clueless rookie summoner standing nearby, a bold idea began to take shape in his mind… “The fate of summoned creatures? I’ll rewrite it myself!”

A collection of stories, places, concepts, and objects that exist in this Universe. =============================== I apologize to anyone offended, and please forgive the vast difference between chapter lengths as some will only be one paragraphs and other will be several pages long. =============================== Additionally, any feedback and criticism is appreciated as I am a ignorant and inexperienced writer

Empire of Hooves follows Kael, a young man reincarnated into a brutal and unforgiving fantasy world as a centaur. Unlike the nomadic, savage centaur clans around him, Kael's new form is stronger, faster, and far more powerful than any other centaur species—a gift that sets him apart but also brings constant danger. With the knowledge of his past human life and the mysterious abilities he discovers, Kael seeks to rise from a lowly outsider to a conqueror. As the centaur clans struggle against the encroaching human kingdoms, armed with superior weapons and magic, Kael uses his strategic mind and his cheat abilities to turn the tide of battle. He quickly proves himself and begins uniting the centaur tribes, carving out a path of conquest that will see him clash not only with humans but with elves, dwarves, goblins, and other dangerous races. Yet, power comes at a cost. As Kael grows colder and more ruthless, his ambition drives him to enslave his enemies, push his tribe toward innovation, and build an empire from the ruins of those who fall before him. He will face betrayal from within, alliances of enemies forming to crush him, and even death itself—but his reincarnation ability grants him three chances to rise again. With his limited resurrections, Kael must learn from his mistakes, rebuild his empire, and seize the world. Will he forge a legacy of strength and loyalty, or will his path of fear and blood lead to his ultimate downfall?

“So what if he is his child, he does not belong to me!” These were the words of Anastasia all her life until she faced her doom. Anastasia, a young and naive woman, thought that duke Garrison was the most handsome and skilled man in the empire and married him. But she had no idea that traps and betrayals were waiting for her in the palace. Soon she was entangled in an embezzlement case and then her step son died saving her whom she had never paid attention to, and the blame comes to her. she cried and lamented for choosing the wrong persons and trusting the one who wanted her dead but her biggest regret was the child, Rowan! “Relationships are not made by blood, but by love and care. I was wrong all my life.. But now it's too late.” the feeble words of her heart died in the noise that was created by the wailing voices of spectators and hooves of the running carriages. “Anastasia Sopheriene killed her stepson, Rowan Sopheriene, for wealth and power. For her sins, she would be given the death penalty and all her wealth would be seized. Not only that, her parents would suffer the same fate. The royal court would personally witness the whole punishment. The court is adjourned for now.” the bang on the table decided her fate. She did not get the chance to speak. No one thought it was needed and so the story of A Villainess ended. But….. sometimes the god gives justice to the villainess too. When she opened her eyes, she was young again. Her eyes stared at the whole scene with relief and determination, “I will change the future of that child with me! This time… I know who is my enemy!” from there started a new story of power, love and the villainess who would never let her enemies rest. contact me on.. I_am_creator#2352 if you like my creation, you can also buy me a coffee https://ko-fi.com/iamcreator01/

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.

Do people chase greatness, or does greatness chase us? A.I. genius, Gengyo, through the assistance of SAPPHIRE attains the means to time travel. He seeks a simpler life, and wishes to experience the warmth of a family. But often we do not get what we want, we get what we deserve. And his peaceful times soon end, as war storms Japan, and in order to protect his peace, he must conquer. Join Gengyo as he walks a blood-stained path toward absolute domination, seizing control of Japan. //Brief extract from one of the battle scenes. Written from the point of view of a samurai landowner, Niwa Nakatane. The hooves grew closer to Nakatane's position and their beating hearts grew faster. Perhaps they could simply remain like that, hiding behind the tree, and allow these barbarians to pass? That way could they not return home to their families? Could they not give their dear wives one final kiss, or share one final story with their enthusiastic youth? Nakatane knew exactly what they were thinking. And as the ground rumbled, and the mounted beasts howled, he was the first man to step out from the trees and make his stand. "OORAH!" Possessed by a furious energy, he thrust out with all the aggression of a war god, puncturing Ochi's stallion through the chest with the sharpened wooden point of his lengthy spear. The mammoth fell from his mount clumsily, his head colliding with a nearby tree root. He ceased to move, and a pool of blood began to form around him. "ARM THESE SPEARS MEN! VICTORY SHALL BE OURS!" He stood in front of the charge of over 150 horsemen, alone. But he did not give a single inch of ground. He met the charge of the next man in line, roaring vengefully, possessed by all the rage and power that had accumulated in his body over these past years. The horsemen shrieked like a pack of hyenas, fanning out, each eager for a piece of the man who had brought down their leader. //I did not create the book cover. All credits go to the original creator.

1899, the year where the west is starting to become tame. Where gangs of Outlaws are scattered to the winds. The Van Der Linde Gang is one of the most well known, as well as the most feared, ever since the infamous Blackwater Massacre. Now they are on the run from the law and have picked up an interesting woman who claims to be from the future. Not only that but the horse that she owns is unlike anything that they have ever seen, with silver hooves, black soulless eyes, dagger like teeth, and the ability to give people visions, they are in for one hell of a ride. A ride that may just change the outcome of their story forever.

Sam and his sister, Taraya, finish up their sophomore year are happy to be on a well deserved break. That is until their parents announce that they are moving away from their home to a different state entirely. At first it isn't that bad. But when Taraya and Sam witness a strange creature that seems other-wordly attack another person, they find that that everything is not as it seems. Only THEY can see these creatures and the people who are mysteriously killing them. Those people are the Outworlders, people from another Earth who are determined to rid the Universe of the K'Tharians, an alien species hellbent on wiping out any form of humanity. These events cause Sam and Taraya be caught in the all-out war between the K'Tharians, and the Outworlders.

In the dystopian future where iron rules everything, the act of paying certain people to act of your bidding is the main course of action when it comes to solving your problems. Killing your business rivals, assassinating certain politicians, committing acts of terrorism, even murdering your own family so that you can inherit the family business, these people will accept anything if you have enough money on the table. These people are scumbags, the lowest of the lows. Mercenaries. But only a certain people are even able to stand atop all these mercenaries, people who are not "only" human. People who can manipulate things to their advantage, breaking the laws of the world. Rulebreakers. Out of all the mercenaries, one comes out on top. The crème de la crème, the best of the best. The one who has killed over five thousand people in a year. His identity is unknown. People of the underground world even refer to him as only an urban legend, as they only saw the glimpse of a man leaving the scene with a trail of blood and smoke. The people gave him the nickname, "The Numbing End", "The Reaper that None Knows", or simply "Death". But even with his elusiveness, people still hunt him nonetheless, searching every nook and cranny to find even a single trace of his whereabouts. Whether to employ him or kill him, everyone has their own agenda as to why they are searching for him. And Clarke is most definitely one of them. An aspiring mercenary trying to make a name for herself, Clarke is searching for "Death" to kill him, which will make her reputation in the underground world rocket. What is going to happen when both of our main characters collide with each other?

This is series of jokes that I found funny, that's it, This is not a story.

I find cool facts, I post. also if anyone has any other good facts could you post them in the comments? i will post them as new chapters eventually...

Izuku Midoriya, a boy just like any other hoping to get a quirk like the great 10 male heros, Finally gets his own after turning 16. But this quirk is like no other in the existence of quirks. His quirk allows him to gain more than one, and get stronger in the process. (I'm not good at Synopses as this is my first book ever)

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Once in the Mushroom Kingdom lived an Italian named Mario. He didn’t live for himself, but ate spaghetti. But the trouble is, Smg4 does not allow Mario to enjoy a delicious dinner. And constantly pulls him into various kinds of adventures in which you can easily throw away the hooves. But Mario does not give up, because he knows that at home he is waiting for an unfinished plate of spaghetti.

Marina A greek girl or left, who lived in his aunt is hunted in the middle of his day by his aunt one day because they are not given to an old. Do not know where to go get a bush under a shed, heels the owner of the hangar a young man would have pity on her and hooved him. Thus, starting with his calvary of life, will find you happiness? Come discover the story and appreciate.

Mankind's greed drove them into the forests of keledor, destroying its green trees. Taking its land, turning it into towns. Cutting down its woods, for the twang in their bows, and the pole of their sharp sticks. And ravaging the temples hidden deep in the green mesh, for the gold the ancients had left. But the forest watches. It was breathing. It was making, and mother nature birthed a destined conqueror from another world. The moment the monstrosity first breathed life, it disconnected from mother nature’s will, and with its disconnection a true monster was let loose into the world. It was not human. Not exactly a beast. The chaos though, stirs, and a great war the likes no other is prophesied in druids huts, mankind's greatest wizards, elves, dwarves, human, halfling, all alike hear it. The sound of the war drums. The beating of their hooves. The crass howl cries. The sound of death. The horde of beasts coming for them all.

Bragi was alone in a mysterious place and he had thick fog around him he then heard armor clanks boots and horse hooves marching behind him, he felt has though he had been running nonstop for days and every single thing he could humanly perceive was out to kill him. He found himself running almost breathless in absolute fear and shock, everything felt like death and it didn't look like it would stop soon he felt his leg trip on something and he fell face to the floor he raised his head up and there was an unclear image emerging out of the Fog , Glowing eyes and a head the size of a building spikes lining up the side of the head that formed the crown for a true monster, A monster of death. It opened it's mouth an aggressive rotating ball was forming in it's mouth , the glow started getting brighter , the brighter and wider the glow the the more evident it became it was fire and it was thrusting forward directly at him he got on his knees and raised his head as it got closer he closed his eyes in a moment of total acceptance.

Some things have always been hard to imagine. Like the words, "never again," for example. Certain things are hard to imagine yourself without. Certain people are hard to imagine yourself without. The year is 1879... The cobblestone streets see the bustle of carriages and the clop of horse hooves. The Beethoven music drifts through the air out of the concert halls. Everyday life seems to be just fine for the young German Empire, who's got a good heart, but he's kind of an asshole. Just 8 years ago marked the date when his father Prussia allowed him to rule some of his land. He knew he was blessed that his relationship with his father did not entail wars or revolutions like many of the other countryhumans he had heard of, but his fathers minimalist relationship with him made him feel an uncomfortable emptiness within him. And with the whole deal of his country-ness, many people felt as if they couldn't approach him. The business with his Kaisers and officials were strictly professional, so the German Empire found himself seeking company. One day in the beautiful city of Vienna he found himself at a palace banquet. As the orchestra begins to play a slow waltz he makes a choice that will change everything. But the future is often uncertain, and unfortunately Europe has trouble keeping the peace for long. Somehow it only took a single Serbian Nationalist to ruin everything. A single regular human to let all hell loose. To start... WWI

“Outside the world of Cinderella, ever thought that the Prince Charming could also be ill-fated?” Our Cinderella is no more timid and has gone rebellious against the treachery of her stepmother and sister. Her stepmother without her consent got her engaged to Rupert, one of the average countrymen who is going bonkers with just the thought of marriage with her. She finds no interest in marriage and considers it becoming a certified slave for a lifetime, all the more reason for not attending the ball night where the prince would be searching for his future wife and dancing his hooves off to find someone charming enough to entertain him throughout his life. She is definitely staying back! On the ball night, she runs away from home and ends up deep into the forest only to confront a monster. It was a werewolf, blocking her path. The werewolf bares its teeth and takes a threatening step closer but little did the werewolf know that she was one bad-ass Cinderella with a rare ability. Behind those growls, she could actually hear him whimper for help. Who was this werewolf and why was he crying for help? All her thoughts were answered when the werewolf took the form of a human. It was the prince charming standing only in his… undies. What’s going to happen when our bad-ass Cinderella meets a Charming Werewolf A.K.A Prince Andrew Fredrick of the Rosenheim? There would be love, of course! But some secrets were best if they had stayed hidden only to become the barrier between their growing love. Join our bad-ass Cinderella on her venture of escape and unraveling the truth behind her father’s disappearance while falling in love with the one being who she thinks she despises the most!

Once an old man woke up early in the morning and went to his field. I went and saw that the soil had been dug up from their hooves. He thought it was because he woke up to see it like that but after a while he found that he was not. By now, the soil of the land has gradually become very deep and it has passed for a long time. Hastily he saw that the water was flowing there. He was surprised when he touched the water and it stopped flowing. Later in the morning the villagers went there to see. The villagers were surprised and named it God's Pond. Since then, that pond is still called Allah's Pond. The interesting thing about the pond is that if a poor person in the pond was talking about dishes for someone's marriage during the day, then at night! A golden boat used to float from the north-east corner of the pond. It used to have earthenware pots and these were brought and used in marriages. It would have been good for the villagers. But a poor man did not wash the dishes well and brought them back to the boat. By doing this, the boat will not sink again, after a few days it will completely sink, which will never float again. Which is located in Dewan Para, Bachari Village, Bakhtarpur, Naogaon Police Station, Naogaon District, Bangladesh.

One cold December morning the beggars son Daniel Jiang went out of his home to clean up the front yard. This was a normal routine for him and nothing fun at all to do. There wasn’t much in sight to deal with either instead of white paths of snow laid flat on the ground. Nothing interesting ever happened at the village, it was always the same old faces, voices and surroundings and nothing new. But on this very day while Daniel was doing his daily cleaning, the sound of metal hooves hitting the ground made his head look up in a somewhat puzzled expression, eyebrows furrowed with confusion and what more. A VERY rich looking guard had rode up to the village, his sword undrawn from his hips, his eyes wondering the village in search of something...or someone. His expression read “worried” all over... “Young man, forgive me for troubling you...” he worriedly asked me “But have you seen a young female around here?, 5ft6, light blue hair, green eyes, two clawed marks from her brow to her cheeks and honey coloured skin?” “No sir I haven’t..why’s that?” I questioned.. He leaned in and whispered. “The King and Queens daughter has ran away again,if you do see her in sight please don’t hesitate to come by the palace and find me. My names Axel and you’ll be rewarded if you find her and bring her back” This was something big for not only me but my family. If I could just find the Princess and bring her back, collect my reward and return home back to my family than all would be well for me. I could finally receive that wanted love from my mother and father, I could finally be given attention again... I could finally be happy again.. “Oh and dear boy, do be careful when you see her..she’s not like the other lady’s, she’s different.,she’s born gifted” gifted in what?...she’s a royalty.. of course she’ll get gifts.. Maybe I should of taken second thoughts in that before packing off to look for her..