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Zoolander Magnum

Ultimate Universe The Elemental Madness

Introduction In a sprawling universe teeming with Devs, Devis, superheroes, and villains, a cosmic tapestry unfolds, woven by the divine hand of Omkar, the god of gods. With boundless creativity, Omkar birthed countless universes, each with its own destiny. In each universe, Omkar’s magnum opus, a trio of celestial beings emerged—the illustrious Trimurti. Lord Brahma, the master of creation, Lord Vishnu, the guardian of preservation, and Lord Shiva, the harbinger of destruction, commanded awe and reverence, earning the collective title of Trimurti from their celestial peers. As the universe flourished under their watchful gaze, Trimurti bestowed unique powers upon an array of Devs and Devis, crafting a pantheon of extraordinary beings. Among them, the valiant Dev Indra was anointed as the leader, guiding the others with divine wisdom and strength. Yet, not all creations were as benign. To maintain cosmic balance, the Trimurti created formidable monsters known as rakshas and asura. However, these creatures, driven by a thirst for power and a desire to conquer the world, waged war against the Devs and Devis. The indomitable Trimurti, alongside their faithful Devs and Devis, rallied against the onslaught, cunningly sealing the ferocious beasts within the depths of Patal Lok, a realm hidden away from mortal eyes. To secure these prisons, intricate keys were forged by the skilled hands of Dev Vishvakarma, locking away the menace for eternity. With the menace contained, the Devs and Devis retreated to Swarglok, a realm of unparalleled serenity. Yet, tranquility alone couldn’t quell their ambitions. A collective decision was reached among the deities to create five elemental rings, infused with the raw power of cosmic energy—a force transcending mortal comprehension. These rings were designed to empower worthy beings to maintain cosmic balance. Dev Vishvakarma lent his divine craftsmanship to shape elemental stones, complementary to the rings, yet bereft of the ability to choose their owners. With their creation complete, the five rings were safeguarded within separate chambers, veiled in secrecy and shrouded in enigma. Their exact locations remained a mystery, whispered only among the Devs and Devis themselves. Eons passed, the echoes of legends fading into the annals of time. Until one fateful day, when a single individual, against all odds, gathered the rings and unleashed the incarcerated terrors from Patal Lok. Chaos erupted, and the universe trembled in the wake of unprecedented devastation. Yet, even in the darkest hour, the Devs and Devis rallied, vanquishing the assailant and vowing to withhold direct intervention in the affairs of the universe. Retreating once more to Swarglok, they concealed the rings within their chambers, their exact fate uncertain. Some believed the chambers fell apart through the passage of time, while others whispered of a sinister hand deliberately shattering the barriers that guarded the rings. Now, as the cosmic sands of destiny shift, the search for these celestial artifacts begins anew. Whispers of their existence flutter amidst the starry expanse, waiting to be discovered by those bold enough to embark on an extraordinary quest, where the fate of the universe hangs in the balance.
UltimateUniverse · 507 Views

Cahill

I could hear the din from the bar as I exited my SUV and I was still almost a block away. What a shame! I knew from long experience that would change as soon as my foot crossed the threshold. I tend to have that effect on people. I’m six feet six inches tall and I weigh an even 250 pounds—all of it broad shouldered muscle. My Body Mass Index at my last physical was less than four percent. My light brown hair is styled exactly the way it’s been for the past fifteen years—ever since I first joined the Navy. Sure enough, no sooner had I taken my first step into the bar than the noise died. When I turned left and stepped up to the bar the people there couldn’t back away fast enough. I took a stool in the middle of the empty space and sat down, waiting for the bartender to approach. “I’m not looking for any trouble.” “Good…neither am I. Give me a ginger ale.” He reached under the bar for a glass and some ice. Twenty seconds later he slid the glass in my direction. I pulled a fiver from my pocket and dropped it on the bar. He ignored it and walked away to draw a few beers and pour some wine. It looked to me like this was a pretty cheap crowd. Checking up and down the bar all I could see were longnecks and drafts. I reached into the lower left pocket of my cargo pants. Like almost everything else I was wearing they were a true deep navy blue. My heavy shoes were black as was my wide belt. My belt said as much about me as the bold white lettering across my chest. Just below the American flag over my heart were the letters that were my life—U. S. MARSHAL. On my right hip was my nickel plated .44 Magnum Colt Python, just behind two speed loaders in addition to the twenty-four rounds on the belt. On my left hip was my ASP Talon baton—every bit as deadly a weapon in my hands as the revolver. A pouch at the back of my right hip held my stainless steel handcuffs and its partner on the opposite side held my radio—my link to my backup team. I placed the photo flat on the bar as the bartender returned to me. “I’ll have another,” I said in a loud voice, continuing so I wouldn’t be overheard. “Don’t pick it up and don’t make a production of looking at it. I’ve been told that he comes here a lot. Is he here tonight? If he is and he escapes because you’ve given me away I’ll see to it that you’re arrested for obstruction of justice.” He gulped a few times but did as he was told, nodding slightly in response. I continued almost at a whisper. “If my nose is pointing to twelve o’clock, my right ear to three, the back of my head to six, and my left ear to nine, tell me where he is. Again, don’t point or do anything obvious and we’ll be fine.” He pretended to wipe the bar as he whispered, “About 4:30 with his back to you.” I picked up the reflection in the mirror then asked, “Red shirt with black and white stripes, looking away from me?” He nodded again. Now, in my normal tone of voice I asked, “Where’s the men’s room?”
Fredrick_Udele · 15.5K Views

Nyxholm: Legacy of the Eternal Blade

In a world where magic and advanced weaponry intertwine, **Prince Azrael Stormwind** emerges as the central figure in a grand tale of power, love, and conflict. Born with extraordinary abilities from his past life, Azrael is a skilled swordsman, master of ancient magic, and innovator of modern weaponry. His story begins with his reincarnation as the heir to Nyxholm, a kingdom renowned for its blend of magic and technology. As Azrael matures, he faces mounting threats from the **Demon Kingdom** led by the cunning and ruthless **Duke Zarathos**. Zarathos, fueled by vengeance, orchestrates a series of attacks against Nyxholm using dark magic and formidable beasts like the **Basilisk**, **Minotaur**, and **Lernaean Hydra**. Azrael, with the support of his eight enchanting sisters—**Rhiannon**, **Liora**, **Morgana**, **Elysia**, **Thalia**, **Vespera**, **Selena**, and **Lyra**—rises to the challenge, employing advanced weaponry such as the **Arctic Warfare Magnum Rifle**, **Desert Eagle**, and the **M1A2 Abrams Main Battle Tank** to repel the demonic forces. Parallel to these events, **Lyria Nightshade**, once a betrayed victim, returns as a formidable villainess allied with Zarathos. Her complex relationship with Azrael evolves from enmity to a passionate romance, culminating in their union amid a grand celebration. The kingdom’s victory is short-lived as Zarathos and his dark allies continue their schemes, leading to intense battles and the creation of even more powerful mythical beasts. As Azrael secures victory after victory, he also navigates the intricate politics and personal dynamics of his kingdom. His efforts extend beyond mere survival; he seeks unity and peace through diplomacy with neighboring realms like **Elysia** and **The Sunlit Isles**, explores ancient mysteries in the **Vale of Shadows**, and tackles emerging threats from hidden royals and foreign emissaries. In a climactic confrontation, Azrael faces Zarathos one final time, utilizing both his strategic genius and the latest technological advancements. The ensuing battle tests his strength, resolve, and the bonds with his loved ones. **"Nyxholm: Legacy of the Eternal Blade"** is a sweeping saga of heroism, betrayal, and love. It explores the fusion of magic and technology, the complexities of leadership, and the enduring power of familial and romantic bonds as Azrael and his allies strive to secure a lasting legacy for their world.
SpectralSpectator · 17.7K Views

Gods' Gaze

Every civilization in embryo aspires to be Rome while the one on deathbed laments it. Inspired by Rome, Gods’ Gaze is an epic historical fantasy of multiple POVs relying on authentic stratagems of twists and turns. No one gets to Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo out of trouble. "All warfare is based on deception, like the theater." Evoking his late father’s words, Cato Duilius Claudius assumes the alias, Moon Xeator, and he vows to have his vengeance. In the upcoming years, he plots to restore the dual consulship, his father’s legacy, by bringing down the Praetor Magnum and the Triumvirate that slaughtered his family when he was a child. Aware that nothing would crush a man as much as the chink in his own armor, he sows suspicions among his foes and lures them into overreaching. He games the power structure in which all participants are corruptible. Those he keeps around, he taps into their fears, hates, and wants as grist for his mill. He turns his friends into pawns, as does his life a board of chess. But the game he plays cuts both ways. His vengeance also brings home the bitterest misery, which is to know so much and still have control over so little. And there is no return for him now. He can’t look back as there is nothing behind; nor does he dare look forward, knowing the road ahead. All he has is the time at hand, and it all slips through him into ruins like quicksand. When he trades in what he holds dear only to arrive at his destination, what will he find there when nothing can ease the pain of his losses? Fleshed out by his flaws, Xeator never meant to choose good over evil. His journey rings true that every important idea is only valid as in a paradox with an opposing idea, and the power to rise obliterates, too.
Ali_Gin · 29.6K Views
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