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Hyperborea

"Once upon a time..." "There was a young man named Fionn." "He was the king of the Hyperboreans, a civilization that thrived in the distant north of the world, where peace and harmony reigned beneath skies of eternal frost." "One day, during one of his habitual walks beyond the walls of his grand, crystalline castle, Fionn heard a peculiar sound—a sharp squealing that pierced the stillness of the white forest surrounding his domain." "Startled and alert, he gripped the hilt of his regal sword and followed the noise, his boots crunching softly over snow-dusted leaves. As he pushed through the pale foliage, the source of the sound revealed itself—a girl, cornered by a thur." "The creature was monstrous, towering over both the girl and Fionn himself. Its thick, gnarled skin was the color of ash, mottled with scars and patches of coarse, dark hair. A pair of jagged tusks jutted from its wide, snarling mouth, and its eyes glowed faintly, like embers in a dying fire. Long, sinewy arms ended in clawed hands that could snap trees like twigs, and its breath came out in ragged, steaming huffs, filling the air with a stench of decay." "The thur growled, advancing on the girl with a lumbering gait, its massive frame causing the ground to tremble faintly beneath its weight. Every instinct in Fionn's body screamed at him to flee, but he stood firm." "Drawing his sword in one fluid motion, the king lunged forward. With a single, decisive strike, he felled the monster, its roar silenced as it collapsed into the snow." "-Are you all right?- Fionn asked, his voice steady but gentle as he turned toward the girl." "But she didn't respond. She didn't even look at him." "Fionn frowned, puzzled by her silence. Perhaps she was too shaken by the attack to speak, he thought. Yet, something else caught his attention—something even more peculiar." "Her skin. It wasn't the pale, snowy white of the Hyperboreans. It was... pink. A soft, warm hue unlike anything he had ever seen." "-Ehm... I know this might sound a little inappropriate, but... where are you from? You don't look like anyone from here,- Fionn ventured cautiously, hoping for a reply. But still, she said nothing." "-Wait!- He suddenly realized, his eyes widening. -Could it be that you don't understand me?-" "If she didn't respond because she didn't know his language, then she couldn't be from Hyperborea—or even anywhere nearby. But where else could she be from? Beyond Hyperborea, there was only the vast, unending sea... wasn't there?" "-Could it be that she's from one of the other Nine Worl—- Fionn's thoughts were abruptly interrupted as the girl rose to her feet." "She stepped closer to him, her movements deliberate but strange, her expression unreadable. She—Oh!" ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ ~Ronf~ "Looks like Artair is already asleep..." The mother lowered the book gently, a warm smile on her lips as she gazed at her son's peaceful face. "He must have played a lot today. I usually read him more of the story before he falls asleep..." Leaning over, she placed a soft kiss on his forehead. "Good night, my little Artair." With a quiet sigh, she tucked the blanket around him even more snugly than before, then rose from the bedside. Extinguishing the torch that lit his room, she left, closing the door behind her with care. In the dim stillness of the house, she paused, looking out through the small window at the darkened village. Her thoughts turned inward as she whispered to herself: "I hope, at least, that you'll be able to live a life free from war..."
EBS · 1.2K Views

Code Geostorm: A Global Anomaly

Warning! Warning! There’s a bug in the system. There’s a bug in the system. Different participants are randomly being pulled into the System. Welcome, participant 12.3489489223823. [You are now part of the Forsaken. Your name is Xia Yunfei, and you’ve been given the chance to fight for your survival.] Xia Yunfei stood on the edge of a crumbling cliff, the ground rumbling beneath her feet. The once-familiar landscape had twisted into something menacing—a sky painted with churning black clouds, lightning cracking ominously above, and a forest now dense with shadows, every tree seeming to lean toward her, as if alive with malice. The voice of the System echoed in her mind: “You have three hours to complete your mission. Fail, and you will be eliminated.” “What kind of twisted game is this?” she muttered, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her dagger. Around her, the world pulsed with unpredictable threats: tornados could rise from nowhere, floods could swallow entire landscapes, and cracks could open in the earth itself. A faint sound caught her attention. She turned, and a figure emerged from the shadows—a man with a cold smirk, his dark eyes studying her with an unsettling amusement. It was Mo Ran, a member of the Overseers, his presence almost as foreboding as the storm-laden sky. “Are you lost?” he asked, his voice smooth and mocking, like the calm before a storm. His gaze was sharp, merciless, like someone who’d seen countless participants fall. Xia Yunfei glared at him, knowing better than to trust the Overseers. They were spectators of their suffering, observers of each desperate moment. This game wasn’t about survival; it was about entertainment, a spectacle where each twist of fate could be deadly. With her pulse racing and no choice but to press forward, Xia Yunfei stepped into the forest, every instinct on high alert. Her path would be riddled with disasters crafted by a system run amok—a world where firestorms, flash floods, and avalanches were as inevitable as the countdown in her head. Will Xia Yunfei harness her hidden powers and defy the apocalyptic odds, or will she be consumed by the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole?
Scone_ · 1.5K Views

Arran Ember the last of the Dra'ghoul Bloodline

850 years have passed since Zargorwarths defeat and the Vermillion Empires sudden surge in power over the Multiverse. Victor Silvertounge the last of the Guardians of Light, stood overseeing the balance to ensure that it did not fall into the darkness. Victor could feel a change coming soon, the balance had been shifting and he did not know why but could sense that a Dra’ghoul was about to be born the first one since Draco Dra’ghoul Emma Silvertounge a Syeer far stronger than any other seen before while only at the young age of sixteen walked pieces of her crimson hair fell in front of her sea-blue eyes and her freckled checks “ Father, Who is Lupine Riddle ?” She asked Victor froze all time stood still, “ My child. Who told you about him? Victor said slowly his voice trembling with fear Emma replied “ No one I had a dream and his name popped into my head as did Angel born and Wolfkin. What do they mean?” Victor did not respond for a moment “ Tell me Emma did you see a Sword of Crimson Fire, a Spear of Golden Light, and an Ax with a wolf's head engraved on the hilt?” She nodded slowly Victor sighed “ I feared as much. One last question was there a child with a dragon tattoo on his right arm?” Emma nodded Victor refined from cursing “ my child it would seem that you are somehow linked with this new Dra’ghoul and those you saw in your vision. Do you know where he will be born?” Emma replied, “ Haven Valley his mother Ashi Ember was just pronounced pregnant.” Victor picked up his staff and said “ good then we will go and live in Haven Valley post haste.” Emma replied, “ but what about the balance?” Victor paused and said “ There is nothing I can do to prevent what will happen. The Balance will fall to darkness if I am here or not. Victor turned to Emma who was looking out at the ever-expanding Space-Time Contium the images of her vision burned into her mind never to leave. Victor placed a hand on her shoulder "We must leave post-haste the sooner we can get to the mother the better." Emma nodded before they left she went and packed a medium sized bag with cloths, a leather bond book named Tales of Tylingariea by Damion Vixen Dorima and secered a silver blaclet onto her right wrist with a loud click the braclet clamped around her wrist buzzing and turning a dark blue.. she picked up her bag and meet Victer in front of a massive green portal that lead to the Haven. Taking one last look back at the Bridge of Reality Emma walked into the portal and the Wheels of Destiny for her and others were set into motion
Brandongould · 51.7K Views

Corrupted Hero in Futuristic World

It all began with a cliché hero story. A world called Terra needed a hero and the king ordered the priest to summon one from another world. Axl, a typical 21-year-old university student, was selected as Terra's greatest hero. The hard-working hero was able to reach his maximum level in a year and overcome the dark lord. The dark lord was defeated. But just as he believed everything was going according to plan, the dark lord trapped him in the crystal and put him into cryosleep. The hero had been forgotten as the world had once more returned to peace. A thousand years later, he was awakened from his long slumber by Shea, the princess of the lost Moonstar Empire. He discovered that his surroundings had changed. The space shuttle had replaced the carriage, and the sword was now the lightsaber. Does a hero like him still have a place in this futuristic world? What does the princess want from him? ------- Note: this story mixes sci fi, system and magic. There will be space battles but not in the early chapters. And yes, please expect a lot of alien technology and magic technology. Tags: Comedy , Tentacles, Monster Girls , Aliens , Magic , Demons , Beasts , Action , Space Battles , Technology, Cyborgs, System, Overpowered , Handsome Male Lead , Smart Male Lead, Carefree Male Lead and Slice of Life. Join my discord channel for illustrations: https://discord.gg/mSRHyMVhnG Power Stones Goal! 400 Power Stone = 1 bonus chapters 300 Golden Ticket= 1 bonus chapter Magic Castle= 2 bonus chapters
UnholyGod · 39K Views

Forever a Criminal

”I’m sorry...” Rune, famously known as the invincible ’God of the Underworld’, glanced down at the knife protruding from his chest with wide eyes. How could he have been caught off guard? But then he looked up, and saw that the one who had done the deed was none other than his best friend, his most loyal follower. ”I’m really, really sorry,” Zeke murmured, his hands trembling around the hilt of the blade. ”But if I don't do this, then who knows what Cereus would do when he and his gang catch you.” Rune staggered back and fell as Zeke released him, clutching the hilt of the knife. He could himself slipping away from consciousness, barely holding on. The corner of his mouth turned up slowly, as he realized what this was all about. He laughed, despite the pain that shot through his body treacherously. What was this? What was this feeling inside him? Regret? Guilt? He was only at the mere age of twenty-one, there were so many things he hasn't done yet... Cereus. It's all that b*stard’s fault. He’s always making problems for them, even till the end. Rune stopped laughing and let his body sag against the wall that held him up. But if it weren't for the fact that he was ambitious, if he weren't so power-hungry and desperate to make himself known, then they wouldn't have made so many enemies in the first place. Slowly, his eyes closed and his head dropped, the last of his energy drawing away. It was already too late to change anything now...
_ryskwan · 104K Views

The Singularity Doctrine: Post-Fallout Civilisation and the Druids

Civilisation after the Fallout works like a Sid Meier's game. Earth has turned into radioactive waste planet, and Post-Fallout powers can only gain territories by sending Druid Circles (settlers) to convert some wasteland, purifying it out of radioactivity and planted a working ecosystem using G.E.C.K and other related tools. New human races, either the result of mutation or some mad scientist's experiments appears, such as the elves, the dwarves, the orcs, the beastmen, etc. The Second Grand Synthesis of before the Great War has given new understanding on how reality works, but the lacks of precise instruments forces those who wanted to apply those theories into practice to develop new applications with minimal reliance on precise instruments of science. People called it magic. The more knowledgeable people called it alchemy, similar to molecule manipulation rechniques of chemistry, but on a sub-atomic level alchemy manipulates particles. Different practitioners called those particles manipulables throught their techniques differently, even thought it's basically the same things: mana, ki, or force. And those practitioners called themselves Wizards, Cultivators and Jedis, and they were revered very much. But in a radioactive Post-Fallout world, the most revered profession are the Druids. They were the ones that reclaims the wasteland and making them habitable. The main things was that the maintenance of said land, to keep them working is a right given to the Druids that did it in the first place and his descendants. By reclaiming the wasteland, the Druids and their descendants gains territorial right on them. So, everybody longs to become a Druid so that they'll be able to build their own Nobility House later. This story tells the tale of a young elf treasure hunter who managed to unearth a precious Pre-Fallout artifact and travelling to a town in the Frontier Land in the hope that said Druid would give him not mere remuneration, but also recommendations he needed for higher educations, which essential if he wanted to be eligible for the Druid Academies' entrance.
Philosopher_Stone · 5.3K Views
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