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A Last Wish

Raon someone with a great destiny yet also a tragic one. He has been alone since he was young boy and isolated from the outside world. His grandfather was the only thing he had. When his grandfathers dies and passes on his great wealth and also his expectations. Raon doesn’t know what to do. His destiny of bringing a great change all starts from this point. It all starts from a simple wish from grandfather to grandson. Read on to learn how he uncovers the past his grandfather wanted to keep hidden. Or the elaborate schemes and secrets inside the universe that may affect both the past and future. Read on to see if he ever fulfills his grandfathers wish or if he over did that wish. Read how his life becomes more dramatic and complicated than you he could have ever thought. * My new book for this WPC has just been launched! Check it out and see if you find it intriguing! The Owner of Dawn: The Store * * Beginning of the story might be rough, however it gets better in ever possible way later in the story. * * I am open to constructive criticism and also your involvement in the story. I want to hear your ideas and thoughts * * Levels of Advanced Chapters Sneak Preview: Able to unlock 2 chapters in advanced = 1 coin Human: Able to unlock 3 chapters in advanced = 5 coins Ancient Human: Able to unlock 8 chapters in advanced = 200 coins Elf: Able to unlock 14 chapters in advanced = 500 coins + 25% off * *Paused* * Copyright 2023 Oliie. All rights reserved. *
Oliie · 92.4K 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 · 695.6K Views

THE LAST MONARCH

In a world ruled by seven immortal monarchs, each wielding unparalleled powers, the balance of power seems eternal and absolute. These monarchs, the embodiment of dominance, reside in the legendary Eternis Citadel, governing the continents with iron-fisted laws and insurmountable strength. The people live under their shadows, burdened by oppressive taxes and the constant threat of execution for disobedience. Mordred, a young boy living in the kingdom of King Odin, one of the seven monarchs, is the son of a humble innkeeper. Unbeknownst to him, he carries the bloodline of a monarch—his estranged father was Unknown though. Mordred’s life seems mundane until his was twelve when an event triggers the awakening of a power unlike any the world has ever seen. This power does not merely reflect the monarchs’ abilities—it surpasses them, marking him as the first person in history born to challenge their rule. As Mordred grapples with his newfound abilities, he must navigate a treacherous world filled with powerful enemies, political intrigue, and the weight of his destiny. Will he rise to become a savior for the oppressed or fall victim to the ambitions of those who seek to control him? Amid festivals like the Twilight sovereign Festival, marking King Odin’s annual departure to the monarchs' summit, secrets unfold, alliances form, and enemies emerge. The world’s fragile order teeters as the birth of a new monarch threatens to ignite a revolution. In this tale of power, legacy, and rebellion, Mordred must uncover the truth about his lineage and forge his path in a world where even the gods fear change. Will he become the harbinger of a new era or a pawn in a game of immortals?
Henry_Stone_7770 · 859 Views

Last of the Chosen

The grand doors of Edelweiss Swordschool creaked open, revealing a vast courtyard surrounded by towering spires and the impressive silhouette of the castle. Lein stood at the entrance, his eyes wide with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. He adjusted the cloak around him, feeling the warmth of the earring given to him by his father's old swordmaster. As he stepped forward, a hand clapped down on his shoulder, causing him to turn. A fellow student, a girl of his age with fiery red hair and a mischievous glint in her eyes, grinned at him. "Hey there, new kid! You must be Lein, right?" she said with a playful tone. Lein gave a nod, managing a small smile. "Yes, that's me. Lein von Hrunting." "I'm Elara. Welcome to Edelweiss!" She gestured to the sprawling campus. "Come on, I'll show you around and help you get settled." As they strolled through the courtyard, Elara pointed out the training grounds, the library, and the various towers where students attended classes. Lein couldn't help but marvel at the sheer scale of the school. "So, why did you come here?" Elara asked, glancing at him. Lein hesitated for a moment before replying, "My father believes I might have a talent for being a Spellblade, like him. He arranged for me to study here." "Ah, a Spellblade! That's impressive. You'll be training with the best of the best," she said with a grin. "That being said, you'll be expected to beat them if that is truly your goal." They reached the entrance of the castle, and Elara opened the door for Lein. The interior was just as imposing as the exterior, with polished marble floors and towering pillars. As they walked through the corridors, Lein couldn't shake the feeling that all eyes were on him. Elara led him to a room with a wooden door bearing the emblem of Edelweiss. "This is your room," she announced, pushing the door open. Inside, Lein found a neatly arranged space with a comfortable bed, a small desk, and a window that offered a view of the surrounding mountains. His luggage was already placed by the bed. "Your stuff arrived earlier. We've got a few hours before the welcoming ceremony, so take your time settling in. If you need anything, I'll be around." Elara said, giving him a friendly wave before heading out. Alone in his new room, Lein took a deep breath. This was the beginning of a new chapter in his life. As he unpacked his belongings, he couldn't help but wonder what challenges and adventures awaited him at Edelweiss Swordschool. Little did he know, the journey ahead would test not only his skills but also the mysterious power that lay dormant within him. The cloak of anonymity provided by the earring would prove to be both a blessing and a curse in the days to come.
AllenWisse · 7.7K Views

The Last Expression

Revan Kylo was born with a gift that felt more like a curse—his face could never show emotion, even though his heart was full of them. He felt joy, sadness, and anger, but the world only saw emptiness. From childhood to adulthood, his life was a stage of tragedy, leaving him shunned, abandoned, and forgotten. Everything changed when a mysterious portal transported him to another world—a realm of magic, mystery, and gods who toyed with human fate like pieces on a chessboard. In this new world, Revan found a fleeting happiness he'd never known. A woman named Liora Caelum, with her warmth and tenderness, taught him the meaning of love, family, and even how to smile. For the first time, Revan laughed. But that happiness was short-lived. A curse from the ruler of the gods took everything away—his loved ones, his newfound joy, and the hope that had just begun to grow in his heart. Left alone, Revan vowed to take revenge on the gods and reclaim something precious: the ability to express emotion on his face. Traversing dimensions, uncovering the secrets of the universe, and defying fate, Revan transformed from an ordinary young man into a force even the gods feared. Along his journey, he gradually regained his expressions—smiles, tears, and rage—leading to the ultimate climax: the final expression that would decide the fate of everything. "If I must defy the gods to become fully human, then I will shatter their thrones and tear down their heavens." The Last Expression is an epic tale of tragedy, vengeance, and the quest to become human in a world of divine chaos. Will Revan find his freedom, or will he become the monster he swore he’d never be?
MAS_HAL · 2.6K Views
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