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Mushroom Oasis Mychael

Ascent of the Mushro-noid

"Hello there, as you heard from whatever those strange words are, I’m basically a mushroom, but in reverse, instead of leeching energy off dying things, I give energy to… the dying? To those that ask for it? No no, that’s not it… hmmm… oh that’s right! To those that need it! Well, that’s how it was supposed to go, but something unexpected came up, I would say they are going completely overboard as they tried to off me. All I know is that I helped someone in dire need of it and now, I’m being chased by these scary people, I can hide pretty good, but they are looking for me thoroughly, and they are somehow tracking me, all I can do is keep running, or would that be jumping? Oh, it doesn’t matter!” "I heard something over there!" ‽ ‽ ‽ "Oh shoot they heard me moving, I have to get going now, bye whoever you are, I wish you a good life!" Follow a unique little mushroom in a fantasy world where both nature and civilization are at the top, neither dominating nor succumbing to the other. Nature, monsters, animals, as strong as ever, and the humans, orcs, elves, demons, you name it, are just as proficient, each in their own way. Monsters hunting, killing, dominating the others... the sentient races gathering and growing for survival and betterment in their lives, and in the middle of all that, is our small, uncanny, mushroom friend… well, lets see what happens, shall we? (Art: “Shroom home” by Know-Kname on DeviantArt)
Storyteller_0 · 22K Views

The King's Reincarnated Star [BL]

In a world so different yet so similar to our own, there was magic. Creatures, people, even the ground was made of magic, created by 13 powerful deities. It was an idyllic and just world, with 13 different lands, each separated from another. But one land stood out from the rest. It stood at the center of this world, and was a home for all. The ruler of this land was as idyllic and just as the world. He was an albino king, kind and noble. Many admired him, giving him riches and offerings as if he were one of the holy deities, as ancient as he was loving. This king created a safe kingdom out of crystal, deep in an oasis, where all could worship the deities. Even those forgotten by time... His name was King Lupin, and he was an immortal albino wolfshifter with a past unknown to all. He ruled his kingdom with a gentle hand and protected his people with strength and love. The king was a symbol of hope, and his people were forever grateful for his service. He was a king like no other. Even so... King Lupin longed for something, or rather, someone... His forgotten star who once danced across the night sky eons ago. A star who was no longer worshipped as a powerful deity, previously seen as a symbol of strength, is now erased from history. King Lupin lost his star so long ago, taken from his soft hold by mortality. It pained him for eons, aching his heart and soul... But not all was lost as a strange and sickly young witch named Leo Gale began studying at the castle, causing several misfortunes to incur. First people began to disappear without a trace, then stars fell from the heavens, and relics once held by a forgotten deity were stolen...
YokaiTheTransMoth · 15.3K Views

Divine Purpose

In a world where shadows lurk just beyond the light, 17-year-old Leor is a determined young warrior with a calling from God. Abandoned as an infant, he was raised in a hidden monastery by the Nuns and Monks. after a tragedy occurred in the local town where Leor’s best friend Lucian happened to live, He suddenly felt a calling to prevent things like this from ever happening again. After learning all he could from the Holy Men in the monastery, he ventured to the camp of the Eastern Vampire Hunters. A place shrouded in myths and legends. There, he trained to fight the darkness threatening the land. When whispers of an insidious evil—a demonic force stalking the village of Hollow Creek—reach him, Leor sets out on a perilous journey to confront the darkness that has cursed the innocent. Accompanied by his loyal canine companion, Fydo, Leor arrives in a quaint village steeped in fear, yet a peaceful oasis amidst the surrounding land nonetheless. As he seeks to warn the villagers and protect them from the looming threat, he discovers a community bound by faith and resilience, fighting to hold onto hope amidst despair. As Leor grapples with his own inner demons and the weight of his mission, he must navigate the fragile balance between faith and fear. Will he find the strength to stand against the encroaching shadows, or will the darkness claim him as its own? Join Leor on a gripping journey of courage, redemption, and the enduring power of faith in a battle against evil that will test not only his skills but the very essence of his soul. Author’s note: (This is a story for all ages, with many lessons to learn from it. I am a student still, but I love making stories, so the updates shouldn’t take too long unless I am swamped with homework or something.)
Elias_Vale · 2.4K Views

Shadoww

Hi, I’m Liam Remmick, and this is the story of how I killed my father, Steve Nazar—a total douche bag. If you’re gonna listen, I better start from the beginning. Don’t worry about spoilers; I don’t care if I ruin a thing or two. My mom, Shayla Remmick, left me at a young age, and I’ve been fending for myself ever since. She died when I was ten, so yeah, you can guess the rest. Unlike other kids with amazing dads, mine’s an absolute asshole. He fucked my mom, rejected her when she got pregnant, and then tried to eliminate us. Nice guy, right? Mom died protecting me from his assassins. Father of the year. After her death, I bounced between foster homes until they got tired of me. Now, I live in a cave with bats instead of cockroaches—it’s a win, right? I’ve learned to handle them. When I’m not eating bat meat, I hunt for mushrooms, snails, and wild boars—though I’ve only caught broken bones so far. Don’t judge me; I’m an eleven-year-old living alone. ……………………………..✍️ A blond-haired man in his fifties stands combat-ready, wielding a sword against a grey-haired man. The grey-haired man, Seth, has a one-bladed scythe floating beside him. “Each time we do this, you’re always the one on the ground. Don’t you think you should give up?” Seth asks, smirking. “This time will be different. I’ll wipe that smirk off your face, Seth,” Steve replies. Their blades clash, sparks flying as they exchange blows. “You’re still as reckless as ever, Steve,” Seth says, dodging a wild swing. “And you’re still as arrogant,” Steve retorts, landing a kick that Seth barely blocks. The two combatants dance across the battlefield, their movements lightning-fast. Seth summons a swirling vortex of shadows, attempting to ensnare Steve. But Steve counters with his “Ten Thousand Swords” technique, unleashing a barrage of sword strikes that shred the shadows. Seth leaps back, avoiding the attacks by mere inches. “You’ve improved.” Steve sneers. “Not enough to take you down?” Seth smiles grimly. “We’ll see.” With a swift gesture, Seth unleashes a wave of dark energy. Steve counters with his sword, channeling a burst of light energy. The two forces collide, unleashing a shockwave that shakes the ground. Their battle rages on, neither warrior yielding. …………………………….. ✍️ Welcome back. This story isn’t about them; it’s about me. You’ll meet them soon enough. So, do I have your attention? Good! Isn’t this a story you want to see to the end? Let’s begin. Oh, and this story’s called Shadow.
Chime_Chinonso_ · 6.3K Views

END-TO-END BITCOIN RECOVERY SERVICES BY, DIGITAL TECH GUARD RECOVERY

In the vast landscape of online ambition, the gleam of potential profits can often blind us to danger. I was one of many who succumbed to this dazzling allure, convinced that I had stumbled upon a golden opportunity through a website called bitcoinming.com. With dreams of financial freedom dancing in my head, I invested nearly $300,000, all while envisioning the riches that would soon follow. At first, everything seemed too good to be true—in the world of crypto, where fortunes are made overnight, I felt invincible. The site promised beyond reasonable limits; each click sparked a rush of excitement as my supposed investments soared. "Just a little more," I'd tell myself, unraveling my financial safety net, driven by the insatiable hope of turning my home into a palace with luxury cars parked outside. But as weeks turned into sleepless nights, hope began morphing into agony. What once glittered with the potential of a million dollars now only left my heart heavy and my pockets barren. That gut-wrenching decline hit when I noticed strange inconsistencies—withdrawal issues that mushroomed into red flags too big to ignore. It was here that my thoughts collectively sprinted to that haunting conclusion: I had been ensnared in a scam. The realization settled in like a dense fog, suffocating and impenetrable. My dreams propelled me forward like an exuberant train, heading straight for a brick wall of bitter betrayal. Panic swept over me, and I felt lost—until a ray of hope glimmered. Enter my unsung hero: a colleague who had noticed my despair and suggested I reach out to a group known as Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Skeptical but desperate, I took the plunge. I couldn’t let my profits vanish into thin air without a fight. Things began to shift; an empathetic team compiled evidence, explored avenues, and illuminated tactics previously hidden in my whirlwind of stress. Through their determination and professional expertise, the clouds of my despair began to give way. Week after week, I watched as they meticulously retraced my steps—communication recovered, digital trails scanned, each item like a puzzle piece resetting my reality. Slowly, assurance spread within me like sunlight flooding a shadowed room. And then, the moment arrived! The long-forgotten numbers sprouted back in my account in a flurry of recovery. Every single penny—returned. What felt impossible was suddenly palpable; hope transformed into alliance, from frustration into a sense of reclaimed justice. This harrowing chapter serves as a stark reminder of the perils nestled within digital promise. While I learned that online opportunities might glow, they can often conceal treacherous traps. However, after navigating this tempest, I emerged resilient and wiser, committed to sharing my journey to protect others from the mirage I once chased. In the end, sometimes everything that glitters isn't gold—but if you can find the right allies, that glitter may find its way back to you. So here’s me, sharing my story not just as a cautionary tale but as a beacon of hope—because recovery is always possible with the right help at your side. Contact with WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digital tech guard . com Telegram: digital tech guard recovery . com website link :: https : / / d i g i t a l t e c h g u a r d . com
Ronda_Philp · 1K Views
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