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Vampire Chronicles

Year 1540 Nicole is a lowly human from the mainland trying to make ends meet as she would often paint for middle and high-class people sometimes even Purebloods which was rare in her case. She receives little money which doesn’t financially support her living. Until one day she received an invitation from the Snow Kingdom to paint the great Lord Jasper Gervassius. She reaches the kingdom and Meets Lord Jasper in the hopes of making a big income she receives more than what she bargains for. ---------------------------------- Teaser: Jasper placed both of his hands on either side of Nicole's head trapping her with his body. He stared down at her looking at his sweet innocent lamb, he couldn't help but smile at her widely. Her doe-like eyes staring back at him only made him want to devour her "Why do you play these games with me darling you know I don't like it. I think you forgot who you're dealing with." He leaned down against her lips slightly flicking his tongue in her mouth making her crave for more."My Quahneah Woman" Nicole gasped in shock as she wondered how he knew her tribe's name. Before she could say another Jasper had cupped her cheek softly placing his lips on hers and kissing her softly as he slowly removed his hands against the wall. He was wrapping his arms around her waist bringing her body closer to his as there was no space between them. As they continued Nicole started to become breathless pulling herself back to breathe, she couldn't help but look up to see Jasper looking at her with a smile that was Duchenne. His purple orbs looked into her seeing the love and adorn affection he was showing her.  "Jasper I have a question to ask you" Jasper hummed waiting for her question" What are we going to do about the tirade ." Jasper's smile suddenly became sinister as he narrowed his eyes "Why don't you leave that to me, darling."
KyrieUzumaki · 120.8K Views

The Intelligence Age

In the hyper-connected world of 2075, where Artificial General Intelligence hums beneath the surface of society and meta-humans, gifted with extraordinary abilities, walk among us, power is the only currency that truly matters. Ren, a student at Japan's elite meta-human academy, understands this better than most. His ability, Localized Chronokinesis, the subtle manipulation of time in a confined space, is often dismissed as support-class, but beneath the surface lies a mind of cold calculation and ruthless ambition. Unlike the heroes lauded in history books, Ren harbors no grand ideals of justice. He sees the academy's rigorous training, the cutthroat competition of Magi Duels, and the strategic complexities of Cognitive Wargames as mere stepping stones. He is a predator in a world of evolving apex predators, and his unique control over time is a tool to be honed, exploited, and weaponized for his own ascent. His sisters, the powerfully impulsive Akari and the brilliantly analytical Hikari, are not just family; they are assets to be managed in his grand design. The looming shadow of global power blocs, the simmering tensions between nations, and the intricate web of clan politics within Japan are not threats to be overcome, but opportunities to be seized. Ren's path is not that of a savior, but of a manipulator. He will exploit every advantage, forge alliances with calculated precision, and dismantle his rivals with chilling efficiency. He sees the world not as it should be, but as it is – a game of power, and he intends to win, no matter the cost. Witness the rise of a calculating mind in The Intelligence Age, where the quietest power can be the deadliest, and the line between genius and villain is razor thin.
coolwriter · 555 Views

Beyond: The dark ages

“There is no right or wrong, only what is and what isn’t.” The hooded figure uttered, the pressure in the air palpable as he sneered, has arms coming together. “And you should not be here. You...are what isn't.” ~~~ The dark ages were at hand and realms grew impatient, the difference between protagonists and antagonists seemed to blur under the flickering flame that lit up their world. There they where, at the mercy of all who were greater. Threats and blessings at all turns and corners, who could tell them apart? Not even the wisest. Some seeded order, order of power, of what should and shouldn’t be. Though this meant nothing to those whom their lives had been suddenly torn apart from perfectly normal to an ethereal hurricane of the unnatural. Maraja was one of these unlucky souls, along with a few other of our growing protagonists. Where she belonged, who she was, none of these made sense anymore after the attack on earth. As would any other eighteen year old, she tried to run away from the truth, to hide behind the realm she had grown up in. She could not. Earth was no place to hold her growing power anymore and she had to leave. Read not only of Maraja, but also of all those who acted as both catalysts and hindrances to a somewhat greater good. Their actions would weld hidden agendas and pride into the grand tapestry surrounding every realm. And in these dark times, there would be a bright light, or so did the prophecy foretell. Yet again trust would hardly survive this ordeal, for it seemed revenge, greed and denial were the whispers of the dark ages.
Clouder · 33.1K Views
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