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The Queen Morgana's Daily Life

Author's New Year Wish May everyone keep in health, and all wishes come true. Author's Note Reader's criticism is author's best education, and perseverance is one of characteristics for a great author. Story Outline This story is a tale of a Goddess and a mix of low sci-fi and low fantasy. First Arc(ongoing): This story would focus on the main character Morgana's first week with daily fun schedule from nine to five. During the first week from December 25th to December 31st, Morgana would strengthen empire's military power and host Red Wine Brew Contest, Music Contest, Dance Contest, and Thriller Storytelling Contest. Second Arc: This would focus on the main character Morgana's second week. During the second week from January 1st to January 7th, Morgana would host Talent Show Contest, Costume Design Contest, Unicorn Riding Contest, Car Racing Contest, Statue Carving Contest and Romance Storytelling Contest. Third Arc: This would focus on the main character Morgana's third week. During the third week from January 8th to January 16th, Morgana would host Piano Performance Contest, Poetry Writing Contest, Painting Contest, Shooting Contest, Taming Contest and Fantasy Storytelling Contest. Book Status 56 chapters 1.0 is ongoing 56 chapters 2.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 3.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 4.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 5.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 6.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 7.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 8.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 9.0 is coming soon 56 chapters 10.0 is coming soon How to contact me Allpoetry: allpoetry.com. https://allpoetry.com/Amoureax_Amant Discord: https://discord.gg/VrsdMpRD Email: AuthorAmoureaxAmant@gmail.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100079737004029&mibextid=JRoKGi X: https://x.com/AmoureaxAmant?t=fcEJdniKgOMeG768gGRa1Q&s=09
Amoureax_Amant · 7.5K Views

SSS-Class Executioner: One Life, One Rule, Infinite Trials

In a shattered world where ancient dungeons emit magic energy, powerful warlords vie for dominance, and the air crackles with old curses, Xiaoya Feng walks a treacherous line between destruction and godhood. Orphaned at the age of twelve when mercenaries burned her village, Xiaoya holds on to two legacies from her dying mother: a jade pendant in the form of a crescent moon that remind her to survive at all costs. . . . Xiaoya (age 15); "Mama, please get up! We have to run!" Her small hands shake as she presses on the wound in her mother's chest, the warm stickiness spreading through her fingers. The earth shakes; Another explosion? Mercenaries? Demons? She didn't not looked. Li Feng chocked her blood. "Listen… Xiao-ya. The strong… they do not triumph. The clever do. You… survive. Promise me." A cough cuts into her words. Blood splatters across Xiaoya's cheeks. Xiaoya Feng Cried. "I-I'll carry you! There's a healer in the next valley—" "No." Li Feng's fingers wrap around Xiaoya's wrist, cold as winter steel. "Take the pendant. Hide it. Let them see you as weak… until you strike back." The jade glimmers in the firelight, its edges razor-sharp enough to draw blood. Xiaoya's tears dry upon contact with the burned earth. Li Feng whispered in low voice. "Live. Not just… survive. Live. Find joy. Promise—" The hand goes slack as she died. Far away, a man laughs which was like a deep, greasy sound as footsteps close in on the hut. Xiaoya Feng didn't not moved. She does not breathe. Her mother's eyes look past her, and flames dance in them like wicked spirits. 'Survive.' She threads the pendant's chain around her neck. It burns her skin. 'Live.' A shadow falls in the doorway: a mercenary captain, his armor shining with borrowed trinkets. Xiaoya does not beg or scream. She looks him in the eye and allows her voice to shake, becoming the frightened child she is meant to be. Xiaoya Feng whispered. "P-please… don't hurt me." The captain smiles broadly, sheathing his sword. "Aww, little rabbit. I'll make it qui-" Her fingers wrap around the dagger concealed in her mother's sash. Strike! Present Day (Whispered Memory): Xiaoya touches the pendant at her throat, its edge still sharp. Survive. Live. These orders war within her heart as she gazes into the emptiness of a dungeon, its darkness resonating with promises of power… and destruction. "Ordinary," she says as she readjusted her herb-gatherer's cloak. "Just an ordinary day." The lie burns like ashes. But lies, like daggers, cut the deepest when they go unnoticed. -- P.S - Romance? I don't think I will add this element but if I do them It will be Gl. Also... Romance isn't priority.
Min_Ny1 · 514 Views

Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.
QuillMistress · 255.4K Views
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