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Star Vs The Forces Of Evil Sleep Spells

Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

"Ah, Young Master, Cassius?...I'm afraid you'll be dissapointed to hear that he's not available at the moment as he's 'attending' to his adopted mother in her room." Cassius's lovely maid, Isabelle said in a fluster while she heard lewd sounds escape from her Mistress's room. "No, I'm sorry to say that you can't meet Young Master today, since he's 'helping out' his sister-in-law with some 'favours' in her garden." The innocent Isabelle excused herself as she witnessed her lady's flower being picked, instead of the rest of the flowers in the garden. "I hate to say this sir but Young Master, Cassius is currently guiding Miss Knight in the 'ways of the sword', so you can probably only meet him tomorrow." Isabelle once again blocked the guests from entering, knowing that the sword her Young Master was handling could penetrate a body, but could never wound one. "I apologise once again as Young Master is at the Capital right now teaching a class to the female students in the Academy." Isabelle said with her cheeks flushed, already knowing that her master was taking a very 'practical' lesson about human reproduction with the girls in his class. "Oh my! The King wants to meet the Young Master?...Well I guess he'll have to wait since Young Master, Cassius has gone clothes shopping with the Queen." Isabelle lied to the King himself, knowing that her Young Master wasn't shopping for clothes and was actually removing the royal clothes off the Mother of the Country. Excuses...Excuses...The loyal maid, Isabelle had no choice but to make excuses for her Young Master, who was the most talked about and hated noble on the Continent because of his depraved escapades with all sorts of woman ranging from his own Family to Royalty itself and his Tyranical rule over his estate. And to think that not too long ago he was considered a wastrel noble, who was going to drink himself to death one day. ...When did it all begin she wondered as she excitedly walked into his room to get the reward she deserved for being such a loyal made, while someone else made excuses for her this time. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• [No NTR - No Yuri - No sharing - No system that assists the protagonist - No mind control - No drugs or potions that influence the girls - No unnecessary Drama - Incest - Harem - Hardcore Netori - Slice of Life Romance - Demigirls - Elves - Vampires - Beast Girls - Slaves - Royalty - Finally a very competent protagonist]
AGodAmongMen · 184.6K Views

The Evil outside

The world changed in an instant. What started as a simple experiment within the walls of a research facility spiraled into an uncontrollable nightmare. A virus, designed to push the boundaries of human evolution, instead turned people into mindless, flesh-hungry creatures. Those who survived the initial outbreak were forced into a desperate struggle against both the infected and the crumbling remnants of civilization. Escape from the Lab Dane had never wanted to be a hero. He was a scientist, a researcher at the facility where it all started. But when the infection broke out, he became something else—a survivor. As alarms blared and the halls were painted in blood, he fought his way through the facility, barely escaping the horrors within. The outside world was no better. Streets once filled with life were now overrun with the infected. Civilization had collapsed, and the only rule left was survival. As he stumbled into the ruined city, weakened and unarmed, Dane nearly met his end at the hands of a horde. But fate intervened in the form of Kade, a hardened survivor with a sharp mind and an even sharper blade. Kade saved Dane’s life without hesitation, cutting down the infected with brutal efficiency. From that moment on, the two became an unlikely duo, bound by necessity and a growing trust. A Desperate Struggle For weeks, Dane and Kade moved from ruin to ruin, scavenging for supplies, avoiding the infected, and fending off other desperate survivors willing to kill for a can of food. Kade, who had lost everything, carried himself with the detached pragmatism of a man who had long accepted the horrors of this world. Dane, still struggling with guilt for his role in the outbreak, clung to the hope that there was still something worth saving. Their journey was relentless. Every shelter they found was temporary, every plan they made shattered by the unpredictable dangers of the new world. And yet, through the chaos, they found moments of humanity—laughing over a stolen bottle of whiskey, sharing stories of the world before, and daring to believe that maybe, just maybe, survival wasn’t the same as living. But hope was fragile, and death came swiftly. Kade’s Sacrifice One night, they stumbled upon what seemed like salvation—a fortified outpost where survivors had gathered, building a small community. For the first time in weeks, Dane felt a flicker of optimism. But it was short-lived. The infected attacked in numbers greater than they had ever seen, overwhelming the defenses in a matter of minutes. As chaos erupted, Kade fought fiercely, buying time for others to escape. Dane begged him to run, but Kade knew the truth—someone had to hold the line. With a final, knowing look, he pushed Dane toward safety before turning to face the oncoming horde. Dane ran, hating himself for it. He heard Kade’s screams, then silence. The Girl Guilt consumed him. He wandered aimlessly, barely eating, barely surviving, until he found her. A girl. Young, frail, but alive. She reminded him of something he had lost. Taking her in was not a choice—it was instinct. With renewed purpose, he vowed to protect her. The Army’s Last Stand Meanwhile, another group fought their own battle for survival. A unit of soldiers, once tasked with maintaining order, had become refugees themselves. Their numbers dwindled with every passing day, their supplies running out. Among them was Captain Marshall, a man burdened with the responsibility of keeping his people alive. He had lost too many—friends, comrades, even his own family. But he refuse
Ghost_Ronin · 333 Views

THE GANG STAR

In the city of New Haven, where the streets were ruled by gangs and violence was a way of life, a young man named Axel rose to become a legend. Axel was just a teenager when he was forced to join the notorious gang, the "Red Vipers." He was small and scrawny, but he had a fierce determination to survive and thrive in the harsh world of gang life. As Axel navigated the treacherous landscape of gang politics and violence, he discovered that he had a natural talent for leadership. He quickly rose through the ranks of the Red Vipers, earning the respect and admiration of his fellow gang members. But Axel's success came at a cost. He was constantly at odds with the rival gang, the "Black Dragons," and their ruthless leader, Victor. The two gangs had been at war for years, and Axel's rise to power only fueled the flames of conflict. As the violence between the Red Vipers and the Black Dragons escalated, Axel found himself at the center of a maelstrom of gang warfare. He was forced to fight for his life on a daily basis, using his wits and his fists to survive. But despite the dangers and challenges of his life, Axel refused to give up. He was driven by a fierce determination to succeed, and to make a name for himself in the world of gang life. And then, one day, everything changed. Axel received a mysterious message from an unknown sender, offering him a chance to join a secret organization known only as "The Syndicate." The Syndicate was a mysterious and powerful group that operated in the shadows, pulling the strings of power in New Haven. They were rumored to be involved in everything from extortion and bribery to murder and mayhem. Axel was both intrigued and intimidated by the offer. He knew that joining The Syndicate would mean giving up his independence and his freedom, but he also knew that it could be the key to unlocking his true potential. As Axel weighed his options, he was confronted by Victor, the leader of the Black Dragons. Victor was determined to destroy Axel and the Red Vipers, and he would stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Axel knew that he had to make a decision, and fast. He could join The Syndicate and gain the power and protection he needed to take down Victor and the Black Dragons, or he could refuse the offer and risk everything to maintain his independence. In the end, Axel made the decision that would change his life forever. He accepted the offer from The Syndicate, and joined their ranks. As a member of The Syndicate, Axel was given access to resources and power that he never could have imagined. He was trained in the art of combat and strategy, and he was given the tools he needed to take down his enemies. But as Axel rose through the ranks of The Syndicate, he began to realize that there was more to the organization than met the eye. He discovered that The Syndicate was involved in a complex web of corruption and deceit, and that their true goals were far more sinister than he had ever imagined. Axel was torn between his loyalty to The Syndicate and his growing sense of unease. He knew that he had to make a choice, but he was unsure of what the consequences would be. As the stakes grew higher, Axel found himself at the center of a deadly game of cat and mouse. He was forced to use all of his skills and resources to stay one step ahead of his enemies, and to uncover the truth about The Syndicate. In the end, Axel's journey would take him to the very top of The Syndicate, where he would face off against the organization's ruthless leader. It would be a battle for control, and only one person could emerge victorious. Would Axel be able to overcome the odds and achieve his goals, or would he become the latest casualty of The Syndicate's deadly game? Only time would tell.
DaoistOScz7N · 1.7K Views

ASHES OF THE SUNDERED STAR

In the fractured kingdoms of Eldyra, where deserts bleed molten ore and fungal forests whisper forgotten names, three outcasts are bound by a lie older than the stars. Kael, a guilt-ridden blacksmith, wields a hammer that burns with the soul of a traitorous knight. Lira, an outcast herbalist, dreams of a goddess’s death—and wakes with bloody hands. Tyrus, a thief with no past, carries daggers that devour his memories to feed a love he can’t recall. When Voidspawn—shapeshifting demons born from a murdered goddess’s rage—swarm their homes, the trio is branded as heretics and forced to flee. Their only hope lies in the Celestial Anchors, ancient relics said to halt the apocalyptic Dusk Eclipse. But as they uncover the truth, they realize the anchors are not tools of salvation… but locks. A thousand years ago, the goddess Nyrisia sacrificed herself to trap a cosmic parasite that feeds on mortal suffering. The “curse” she left behind was a shield, not a punishment. Now, her reincarnation (Lira) is unraveling, Tyrus’s lost love is the parasite’s avatar, and Kael’s hammer demands he kill the only friend he’s ever had. As kingdoms burn and allies betray them, the three must choose: reignite Nyrisia’s war and doom the world to eternal hunger, or shatter the anchors and unleash the parasite’s full wrath. But the greatest threat lies within—Lira’s goddess is waking, Tyrus’s dagger is a key, and Kael’s hammer remembers how to kill a god.
EerieGhost · 2.8K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 699.1K Views
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