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Across the Huron Sea: Lust For Life

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- History repeats itself. In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers to take her to safety in exchange for helping him to a bunker and treating his wound from the gunshot. Left with no choice, Mira joins forces with the man and learns that he is Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey uncovers old memories and reveals the conspiracy behind the election of the First World Premier, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual dependence and affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal stories, they reveal emotional vulnerabilities to each other that they hide from the rest of the world. Drawing on her own experiences in the Commonwealth, Mira sees the truth as she falls into the dark: that darkness exists exactly because the light is shining and enjoyed on the other side. I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.
Ali_Gin · 9.7K Views

The Genesis of Stars

What will really happen if there is no human being left on Earth? What will Earth experience as a consequence of humanity’s own existence? Kaivan, a clever and meticulous writer with connections across various circles, suddenly finds himself in a position that forces him to part ways with Andin, a reporter and news anchor. Meanwhile, Andin continues her relentless pursuit of the truth about what has happened to her family, while struggling to accept the reality of what has happened to her relationship with Kaivan. The story will focus on the 'Future'. After enduring various periods of time, the Earth finally surrenders to the destructive behavior of humanity. As a result of their own actions, humans—who have continually harmed the Earth—even with their mere presence—are now beginning to seek alternatives to save themselves. Auroris Prime, as the new planet is called, has an atmosphere rich in oxygen and nitrogen, similar to Earth's atmosphere. It is largely covered by oceans. Signs of vegetation have been detected through light spectrum analysis. The gravity is slightly stronger than Earth’s (about 1.1 times Earth's gravity), which could affect human physical adaptation in the long term. Humanity will face various challenges. Will they surrender or continue to fight? Will they let go or continue to hold on? Aurie, Kaivan’s adopted daughter, will become a symbol of hope for the journey across the cosmos. A distance of 1,200 light-years is the main issue that must be considered. The risks of cosmic radiation, black holes, asteroids, and other unknown entities lurking in the dark all await. Trapped in unanswered questions, Kaivan, Andin, Aurie, and all of humanity must decide. Earth is no longer hospitable, nature is in chaos, the world is crumbling, and humanity may face extinction. No technology can answer these questions—except for one name, that appears from out of nowhere—Frankenstein.
YasirNasutionAH · 4.5K 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 · 692.5K Views

Prehistoric Nightmare

In a world hauntingly reminiscent of our own, the very fabric of reality is violently ripped apart when prehistoric titans—monstrous beings long relegated to the pages of history and legend—emerge from the shadows of time. Towering and primal, these colossal creatures wreak havoc on cities, their thunderous roars reverberating through the remnants of modern civilization as humanity grapples with an unimaginable cataclysm. Yet the chaos is only beginning. As the earth quakes beneath the weight of these ancient giants, something even more profound stirs. The gods of old—primordial forces once revered, feared, and ultimately forgotten—awaken from their millennia-long slumber. Their return is anything but gentle; it is seismic. Their mere presence distorts reality itself, reshaping the world to reflect their ancient dominion. No longer just symbols of myth, these deities walk among the ruins, awe-inspiring and terrifying, their motives shrouded in mystery as they seek to reclaim a world that has long forsaken them. In the midst of this upheaval, one unfortunate man finds himself chosen by one of these gods as a champion. But to truly embody this role, he must prove his worthiness—not just as a servant but as a devoted slave to a mighty lord, navigating a treacherous path that challenges the very essence of his humanity. As he grapples with the weight of his new destiny, he must confront the gods' wrath, the titans' fury, and the lingering question: what does it truly mean to be worthy?
Cobble_Timber · 3.1K Views
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