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After the Last Goodbye!

In a world where past and present intertwine, Isla's reality fractures with the utterance of a forgotten name: Isolde. It's a name that unlocks a torrent of vivid, unsettling memories, binding her to an ancient conflict and a malevolent force named Thane. He claims her as his, plunging her into a desperate struggle against a darkness that threatens to consume not just her, but the very fabric of her world. With Kai, her steadfast protector, Isla seeks refuge, but sanctuary proves fleeting. They are hunted, their every move shadowed by unseen eyes, their refuge a fragile illusion against encroaching dread. The deeper they delve, the more they uncover: ancient prophecies, hidden sanctuaries, and the legacy of Elara, a powerful ancestor whose blood flows through Isla's veins. Betrayal strikes from within, shattering their trust and casting them into a labyrinth of subterranean tunnels, where ancient forges whisper tales of forgotten battles. Here, they learn to wield their inherited powers, forging weapons of light against the encroaching shadows. In a climactic confrontation, they face Thane in his obsidian throne room, a battleground where light clashes with overwhelming darkness. Despite their courage, Thane seizes the amulet, a conduit of ancient power, threatening to unleash its corrupted energy. Yet, Elara's spirit, defiant and unyielding, resists, offering a fragile glimmer of hope. Isla and Kai, battered but unbroken, stand against the encroaching darkness, their fates irrevocably intertwined with the echoes of a shattered queen. They must confront not only Thane, but the fractured fragments of their own pasts, the lingering whispers of betrayal, and the terrifying possibility that the light they carry may not be enough to extinguish the encroaching shadows. The final battle looms, where the very essence of memory and identity will be tested, and the fate of their world hangs precariously in the balance.
Lostin_Inkk · 7.4K Views

The Billionaire's Untamed Love

Celina, whose beauty is flawless, endowed with a curvaceous figure, having a mixture of naiveness and confidence in her attitude, most of it all guys can't seem to take their eyes off her cos of how glamorous she is. Born in a not-so-wealthy family,Her father "Mr Andrew saunders" dotes on her very much also the fact that she's his last daughter of his late 2nd wife.Because of this her step mom "Mrs Alisa saunders" with her two daughters"Alexa and Diana saunders"are jealous. Having a plan of disqualifying Celina of inheriting the property so it would be left for "Mrs Alisa"and her daughters.Due to circumstances she meets an enigmatic Prince charming and the most handsome billionaire who has a powerful aura that ring bells and attract all kinds of ladies to him, named "Leonardo de Caruso" know to be cold, calculative,ruthless, arrogant and most expecially has an impenetrable heart,but would he slowly fall love with a curvaceous,fiery,shy beauty?! would she be able to melt his icy heart.... would Leonardo they try to resist the undeniable connection to each other.leonardo who's never really interested in any ladies except for pleasure,changed drastically after the first encounter with Celina, would it be possible for him to be deeply attached to one woman? Even at that when their eyes meets there was nothing Celina could do but be in awe of him and their sizzling chemistry to each other and one thing with "Leonardo De Caruso"he would go extreme length to get what he wants even if it means claiming her as his lovely wife. Celina shy or naive will not easily accept him but with his charm and wit would make her bound to him,but would circumstances tear them apart or at the end of the tunnel would their love bloom and overcome everything together.
authoressreza · 3.3K Views

TheLastKingdom: Transmigrated w/ Proficiency System

USA, Louisiana.. a small town in north-east Louisiana.. if you see a little-bitty tiny dot with the name 'Oak Grove' beside it.. in the most north-east corner of Louisiana.. fifteen minute drive north.. and you' ve crossed into the state of Arkansas.. Or if you would have drove fifteen minutes east instead of north.. you would have crossed over the Mississippi-Louisiana state line.. so that gives you a pretty good general location of the town of my birth.. Unfortunately it wouldn't be the town of my untimely and unexpected death.. nope.. for I would not die in a town.. no.. I would be eventually crushed.. by a section.. of thirty-two inch.. steel.. heavy-wall.. industrial pipe.. for a natural gas line.. being lay'n.. from just north of the cities.. Odessa and Midland.. of the state of Texas.. Over a thousand miles away from my place of birth.. Bastrop.. Louisiana.. where the closest 'safe' hospital was for me to be born at.. forty miles west.. by north-west from where my family had lived for generations.. Oak Grove.. My family has worked as surveyors.. for pipelines and gas or oil facilities.. being built all across this great country on the continent of North America.. for atleast two generations.. If my children take up the mantle.. that would make.. three generations of my family.. to feed and provide for their families.. working as pipeline surveyors.. see Oak Grove is poor.. poor as dirt.. total population.. barely over two thousand.. average gross income per capita per family for a year.. less than ten thousand dollars a year.. there's just no real paying jobs.. in Oak Grove or anywhere near it.. so while the people who choose to work in Oak Grove make ten thousand dollars a year.. I started out as a 'rod-man' which was the lowest man on the 'totem-pole'.. making what those in Oak grove..worked a year for.. I made in a month.. I did nothing but pack bundles of wooden stakes.. then carry them up the mountains of West Virginia.. Or across the deserts of West Texas.. swamps of south Louisiana.. down around Baton Rouge.. or Tibbedaux.. the Everglades of Florida.. fuck I get that nauseous feeling every time I think of when I 'work'd' there.. I walked up on a dead body without a head.. not long after that.. still on the same project I saw the 'headless' corpse on.. I almost stepped on the biggest python I've ever seen.. the fucker was atleast ten feet long and two to three feet wide around.. Anywho, back to what I was talking back before I went off subject for a bit.. I started out making ten thousand dollars every month.. thats twelve times what I would have earned working a month in Oak Grove.. instead of working in these dangerous jobs.. Been a lot of dangerous places.. dangerous terrains.. working in a very hazardous career.. but I was well paid like I said.. and now I don't have a body left to send home to my parents.. that section of pipe.. weigh tens of thousands of pounds.. when the 'Komoda' excavators that were lifting the section tipped.. that was it.. one of the operators didn't extend his 'boom' on his excavator all the way out like he should have.. Now the pipes falling.. as soon as it lands on me.. thats it.. so much weight.. my head will pop and shoot right of my shoulders.. up in the air towards the heavens themselves.. reaches its peak height of its short flight.. then falling.. all whilst my body will be crushed and explode to nothing but splatter'd meat paste.. ending my first life.. trust I've seen it.. I know what will happen from experience.. and so beings the next chapter of life.. I see a tunnel with bright light radiating from then end of it.. as I reach the light I take the final step.. the blinding light recedes and fades away out of existence.. I find my surroundings returning to a lightness that my eyes can afford to see clearly in.. only to meet another pair of eyes facing me.. everything else is shrouded by darkness.. I see only eyes.. staring at me.. staring into me.. starin
Raymond_McKoin · 31.5K 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 · 708.5K Views
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