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"The Celestial Forge: The Rise of the Starborn"

The Celestial Forge: The Rise of the Starborn is an epic fantasy about a young woman, Elionna Ardent, whose life is forever changed on the night of a rare Starbirth, a celestial event that occurs once every millennium. Born as one of the fabled Starborn, Elionna is chosen by the powerful Celestial of Dawn, Eryndor, and is gifted with the ability to control light and fire. When Elionna’s powers awaken, she is thrust into a world of magic, ancient prophecies, and dangerous celestial politics. The world is on the brink of destruction, as an ancient Eclipse is foretold to consume the stars’ power, and only the true heir of the Celestial Forge can prevent it. With her newfound abilities, Elionna embarks on a perilous journey to uncover the secrets of the Celestial Forge and find the scattered starstones—keys to saving the world from eternal darkness. However, the path is fraught with challenges. Along the way, Elionna forms an uneasy alliance with Kaelen Draven, a rogue Starborn with a dark past who believes that the prophecy is flawed. Together with the brilliant scholar, Adalyn Moonfeather, Elionna must navigate treacherous lands, confront rival Starborn, and uncover truths about her own mysterious lineage. As the stars begin to fade and the Eclipse approaches, Elionna must choose whether to fulfill her destiny and restore the Celestials’ power or defy the prophecy, risking everything in the process. With dark forces closing in and a destiny she cannot escape, Elionna will learn that the greatest battle lies not only in saving the stars, but in choosing what kind of future she wants to create.
DaoistWvPzCd · 1.1K Views

The Last Stand: The Fool and the Regressor

The apocalypse is here, and it’s so overdone. Monsters? Check. Burning sky? Check. Random system that gives you powers but also wants your firstborn? Double check. In the middle of this mess are two guys who couldn’t be more mismatched if they tried: The Fool: A guy who’s spent his life perfecting the art of doing nothing. His resume includes “professional procrastinator”, “class clown”, “expert nap taker”, etc... Now he’s got to survive an apocalypse that didn’t even give him a heads-up. How rude. The Regressor: A guy who’s lived through the end of the world more times than he can count. Literally. Because he forgot. Now he’s just a brooding mess with a leather jacket and zero useful advice. When the fool realizes his classmate is a regressor, he’s like, “Great. I’m stuck with the guy who’s seen it all but remembers none of it. This’ll go well.” Yet, they will still group up and face trials that test their sanity more than their skills. But as the so-called End demands more blood and the regressor’s memories start to resurface, they realize the real apocalypse might be their inability to agree on where to hide. Fool: "Let’s hide in the basement!" Regressor: "Basements are death traps. We should go to the roof." Fool: "Roofs are for dramatic exits. I’m not dying for aesthetics!" Anyway, can a lazy dreamer and an amnesiac hero save the world? Probably not. But hey, at least they’ll have a good story to tell—if they survive. ________ __ Please note that this story is a work of fiction and a product of the author's imagination. It contains scenes of violence, death, and may not be suitable for all readers. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Peace_in_Chaos · 12.5K Views

Multicultural Relationships and Dowries

In the quiet corners of a bustling city, where cobblestone streets intersect and cultures collide, we found each other. My of sun-kissed olive skin, and he, with eyes that held galaxies within their depths. Our love story unfolded like a tapestry, woven from threads of diverse traditions. We laughed echoing through the shop. He whispered sweet nothings in his English language, my dear you have a big head, people with big heads can get away with murder, when he wanted to buy me a hat, it was wintertime, people at the shop looked at us with despair, like how could he talk to her like that. But I replied in his language a laughter we realised the beauty of our differences... The love was unique and palpable, genuine. we called each other by our nick names. Our love was a passport, a ticket to explore uncharted territories. www.Colpot.co.uk When misunderstandings arose, we navigated the labyrinth of miscommunication with patience. His English demeanor, was appealing we laughed, we shared the same jokes knowing that love spoke a universal language of course English, We took walks, and travelled to watch movies . went shopping eyes glared our Love was the richness of diversity. Giggled like children, in a playground, we were mates. For us was not just a love story; that we celebrated our humanity' we had a place where cultures entwined, and love knew no boundaries. Bought him a police badge exactly like the ones for the children.
blessedlinah · 491 Views
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