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Sow Tears Eye Drop

The Hunter Eye's

Humanity lived peacefully and quietly, or at least that was the case before thirty thousand years ago. Thirty thousand years ago the planet Czaud (yes I know it sucks as a name) suffered seven apocalypses. From these seven apocalypses, in addition to the appearance of demons, races seen only in fantasy books also appeared. Portals also appeared that led to places, even in different space-times, the so-called dungeons. During the invasion of demons, a human exterminated them, he called himself the hunter. After exterminating 75% of the demons, he disappeared. But before disappearing, he tore out his eyes. From these eyes were born the eye of the hunter and the eye of the magician. Thirty thousand years later, humanity and the other races have made peace and have allied themselves to form a common front against the demons. People can decide whether to receive the eye of the hunter or the eye of the magician only one. However, in certain cases special cases arise. The hybrids, one of these hybrids is the protagonist of this story Fia Redwood, a hybrid girl who became a hunter, ready to become stronger and stronger. Ps: there will be no romantic story(in reality only the mc there is not going any romance for some character there is going to the romance). Author's note: this book will have sensitive content from pretty much the beginning (no not s*x) i will try to lighten those parts but i make no promises. Post schedule:Monday, Wednesday, Friday at 4 pm (Italian time), Saturday and Sunday 1 pm (always Italian time, in some cases on Sunday there will be an extra chapter)
Jalter_astaroth · 13K Views

Eye of the Needle: Into the Reikai

Faith, fear, and fury. The strongest, most inalienable things that make us human. While the people of the world learn and grow, they shed feeling and emotion as time passes. Much like how matter cannot truly be destroyed, the energies of these sentiments never dissipates. Instead, it feeds beings born of all types of things, from ancient cultural followings to widespread societal discourse. In turn, these beings give back to the world--for better or worse. After the traumatic incident of his father's death, young DeMain is thrust into a world of turmoil and a hidden people right under the world's nose. As he harnesses a rare and unique ability gifted to him in exchange for his suffering, his view of the world unravels as he converges with others given the gift of Witchblood, an ability to see and interact with spirits. This book will take on its narrative based on the first-person views of three separate protagonists. I will remind those reading that 'protagonist' does not equate to 'hero' in all cases. A forewarning: This story includes many heavy themes and I felt the need to write them with the reality of how they happen. As such, be cautious. This book contains mentions of sexual assault, murder, violence, substance abuse, and overall conflict. There are also quite a varied amount of scenes with some 'gross' aspects to them. Though I imagine this would only affect those with vivid imaginations, you deserve to be warned regardless. Updates will done be once weekly if not more. (Things are subject to edits and changes!)
DystopianSmile · 16.8K Views

Crimson Tears Of The Divine

Amidst the sea of fallen comrades, their lifeblood staining the earth, a solitary figure rises above the carnage. He stands atop a gruesome curtain of death, his longsword an instrument of divine wrath. In its gleam, one could sense a challenge to the very gods themselves. We were fools to face him; my comrades paid the price in their own flesh and blood. A desperate realization claws at my mind – a realization that I must escape this blood-soaked field and bring dire warning to the holy excellencies. I looked at my remaining comrades they instantly realized what I was thinking. They must know of this relentless force, this harbinger of doom. I looked at my comrades and as I turn to flee, fate intervenes, and our eyes lock in a moment of eerie connection. He looked at me and my comrades with his crimson red eyes. He swung his sword towards me. Why is the world upside down? I thought. Then I realized that my head was cut by his crimson sword. Time slows to a crawl as I find myself caught in the deadly dance of his blade. I see the malevolence in his eyes, a reflection of the abyss that has claimed so many. He cut through my comrades without batting an eye. The red moon casts an ominous glow upon the battlefield, and his crimson silhouette, now moving away, becomes a spectacle against the crimson canvas. With an inexplicable calmness, I embrace the darkness. As he strides away, the embodiment of destruction and beauty, I can't help but smile like a fool. Amidst the ruins and the echoes of my demise, I whisper to myself, "Beautiful!" - a final tribute to the twisted elegance that accompanies the brutality of this merciless crimson devil.
CelestialMountain · 2.6K Views
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