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The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 158.2K Views

Wander West, in Shadow

Long ago, the wicked White Queen launched a brutal war of conquest, bringing the lands to freezing ruin. An entire generation was swallowed by the flame and horror of the Queen's War. It ended as it must: the White Queen was slain, her ambitions broken, her erstwhile kingdom shattered. It has been some years now since the news of her death, but the lands still bear the scars of her cruelty. And where humanity has retreated, fae, demons and other horrors have sprung up from the shadows. The young wizard Martimeos journeys through these cursed and shadowed lands, searching for a sign of his older brother, who disappeared into the fire and fury of the Queen's War. Joined by the mysterious swamp-witch Elyse, they must make their way through this dangerous world, uncovering haunting memories of the past. As Martimeos finds his brother's trail, he begins to wonder what sort of man he was, and whether or not the war had changed him. How far will he have to journey until he discovers his brother's fate? How long will he wander west? WANDER WEST, IN SHADOW is a slow-paced, classic sword and sorcery tale that takes place in a dark fantasy world of faded kingdoms and lost history. Magic in this setting is less powerful than in many other fictions, especially when Elyse and Martimeos are first starting out their journey. Discretion is the better part of valor, and it is often better to run than it is to stand and fight. If you are interested in a long story full of danger and mystery and some darker themes, where the protagonists gradually become stronger, this may be the series for you! I will post a chapter a day on weekdays here until the first book is finished. If you are interested, you could also check it out on Royal Road: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/98391/wander-west-in-shadow-slow-burn-dark-fantasy
haha_haha_2195 · 1.6K Views

The President's Shadow

Synopsis: The President's Shadow The Dark Secret of the President is a gripping political thriller that weaves together themes of power, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of truth. Set in a fictional, modern-day Muslim country, the story follows investigative journalist Aisha Khan as she uncovers a dark conspiracy that threatens to unravel the very fabric of the government. Plot Overview Amir Hassan, the charismatic and popular president, seems to have everything under control. Known for his sharp political acumen, he projects an image of strength, unity, and leadership. Behind this façade, however, lies a web of lies, deceit, and long-buried secrets. Amir has spent years building his empire, with the help of his ruthless advisor, Zayd Rahman, who operates in the shadows, managing scandals and eliminating threats. Aisha Khan, an intrepid journalist, is known for her unflinching dedication to exposing corruption. She is determined to dig deeper into the presidency, believing that Amir’s administration isn’t as clean as it appears. When Aisha stumbles upon whispers of a covert military operation called “Operation Desert Flame” and the mysterious name of a high-ranking military figure, General Malik, she begins to uncover a dangerous conspiracy tied to civilian massacres and state-sponsored cover-ups. As Aisha delves further into her investigation, she finds herself meeting with whistleblowers who are willing to risk everything to reveal the truth. One such whistleblower provides her with key details about the government’s role in a deadly incident that was swept under the rug. Just as she’s about to receive more information, the whistleblower is murdered in front of her eyes, staged to look like an accident. This pivotal moment changes everything for Aisha, as she realizes the scale of the conspiracy she is up against. Amir Hassan, meanwhile, becomes increasingly paranoid. The pressure of maintaining his image and keeping the truth hidden begins to take a toll. Zayd Rahman, the true architect of the government’s dark secrets, taps Aisha’s phone and monitors her every move. Zayd's cunning, methodical approach ensures that anyone who threatens to expose the truth is quickly silenced. Aisha discovers evidence linking Amir and his inner circle to a secret military faction involved in covert operations, including the strike that led to numerous civilian casualties. But as she uncovers more, the danger intensifies. Zayd and his team are not just powerful—they are willing to kill to protect their interests. Amir, once a proud leader, is manipulated into believing that the only way to save his presidency is to eliminate all threats, including Aisha. As the tension mounts, Aisha finds an unexpected ally in General Malik, who admits his complicity in the operations but is tormented by guilt. Malik reveals that Zayd, not Amir, was the mastermind behind the military strikes and secret operations. Together, Aisha and Malik plan to expose the full extent of the conspiracy. But Zayd, always one step ahead, frames Malik as a scapegoat, pushing the nation into chaos and using the media to brand Aisha a traitor. The story takes a dramatic turn when Zayd, emboldened by his control over the president, makes a fatal mistake. He orders the assassination of a popular opposition leader, believing it will consolidate his power. The assassination, however, sparks massive protests, pushing the country toward the brink of civil war. The people, no longer willing to accept the lies of their leaders, rise in rebellion. Amir, trapped by his own guilt and Zayd’s manipulations, begins to unravel. The pressure mounts as protests erupt across the country, and his once-loyal supporters turn against him. In a final confrontation, Amir accuses Zayd of betrayal, realizing too late that his advisor had been using him all along. Zayd, now desperate to retain power, orchestrates a coup to seize control of the government.
FarheenSadiq · 6.7K 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 · 692.8K Views
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