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Lord Of The Rings Forge Scene

Reborn As A Ring

On the border of a kingdom named Caradel in a deep and great forest a man could be seen running, being chased by a group of men wearing armor as arrows flew in the air. One striking true to its target striking the man in the shoulder nevertheless the man continued running. The man named Baranor, a young man who had orange eyes black hair and tanned skin with a slight scruffy beard was running for his life while thinking to himself. 'How did this happen?!' Baranor running out of air feeling exhausted, and the blood flowing from his shoulder running down his back mixing with his sweat, Baranor stared in front of him only to see a drop off nearly 100 meters in front of him. The men behind him also seemed to notice that Baranor was running out of time, as nearly every single one of them let out a grin, as they approached the edge Baranor slowed to a halt, as did the men behind him. "Give up prince! Just accept what's to come, after all the throne is no longer yours to inherit!" Said the man leading the soldiers "I will never! Not after what you did to my men, not after what he did to my father!" Baranor replied "Hmph! So be it, I offer you life just for you to accept death" The man stated "Life? Life! you offer me death now or later, do you really think i'd be stupid enough to hand over the throne after witnessing your coupe against my father!" Baranor replied "Hmm, it seems your unwilling even till the end, Very well, Archer's! Fire!" The man commanded Baranor was now stuck between a rock and a hard place either jump off the cliff to a seemingly doomed fate or accept the fate that the man in front of him was offering. As he thought what he should do he heard the command the man spouted feeling the stress of the situation and his adrenalin nearly running out he decided. He'd rather die by his own hands than give the man in front of him that satisfaction! As he thought this he immediately took a step back falling to his doom. The man not expecting this looked rather confused only for his face to twist into a grin. 'Finally! Good riddance my dear prince!' The man said as he looked as the boy fell through the tough branches of the trees below Baranor looking up at one of the men that betrayed him thought to himself 'Is this how i really die? Well what can i say, i tried, i gave it my all.......' As Baranor was accepting his fate he thought back on his life only to be filled with rage 'No! I refuse to accept this laying down! Quintin I will come for you! I will come for all those who dare raise their sword to their king! No matter what! even if i have to accept a deal from the devi-' that was the last thought Baranor had before he hit the ground When Baranor hit the ground he didn't even feel the pain, just the shock, as it traveled through his body as his eyes slowly blurred he built up all his will to not pass out 'I refuse! I have to keep moving!' Baranor thought as he turned his body over back up When Baranor was starting to lose hope he started to hear faint whispers as he looked at the direction the whispers came he saw a cave, almost as if the whispers were drawing him in he forced himself to crawl and keep crawling, no matter what Baranor refused to stop crawling. Finally when Baranor arrived to where he heard the faint whispers they became louder almost screaming in his head as he saw it, a ring, resting on what looked to be an ancient place holder for it. Baranor grabbed the ring and lay on his back as he gathered his strength and said "My Fate! Is my own!" As he slid the ring on his finger. -------------------- -Author here Just a quick disclaimer! This novel is heavily inspired by lord of the rings if you couldn't tell also it's because i only ever saw one other story on a ring.
Soul_Monarch000 · 35K Views

Lord Of The Lost

When William awakens submerged in a bathtub filled with blood, his life veers into the unimaginable. With no recollection of how he got there, he soon discovers he's become an unwilling player in the mysterious "Sequence Game"—a perilous competition that transcends reality and plunges participants into otherworldly realms. As William navigates these strange new worlds, he encounters bizarre legends and witnesses the birth of eerie entities. Whispers of an impending catastrophe grow louder: malevolent gods are invading, ancient powers are reawakening, and the fabric of reality is unraveling. Humanity teeters on the brink as extraordinary paths to divinity unfold before them, offering both salvation and temptation. Amidst the chaos, a beacon of hope emerges in the form of William, a fearless warrior wielding a spear and an unyielding spirit. Striding boldly at the forefront of this epochal shift, William becomes a symbol of resistance against the encroaching darkness. William must unravel the secrets of the Sequence Game and harness newfound powers to stand against the looming apocalypse. With the death knell of their world sounding and a cosmic countdown echoing in everyone's ears, they race against time to prevent ultimate destruction. In a reality where myths become tangible and every choice could herald doom or deliverance, who will rise as the final savior? The Sequence Game is a gripping odyssey of destiny, courage, and the relentless fight against cosmic annihilation. Journey with William as he confront ancient evils, forge unbreakable bonds, and strive to save not just their world, but all of existence. #VR
Lordofthelost · 43.2K Views

Skill Forge: Broken Extra Character

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. "Where are we?" "What happened?" "I thought I died!" Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room. As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. "I remember... I was stabbed..." ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. "I... I died in a plane crash," muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor. Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last. "I got shot... I remember it vividly," he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. "So how am I still here?" The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories. With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. "This... this seems familiar," he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings. As the words "pairs, pairs, pairs" echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. "It can't be... don't tell me..." he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions. Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting. "I never expected anyone to notice me," the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. "I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?" Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. "Eh... Ethan Rivers," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia. "Greetings, lost souls," Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. "I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life." As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, "This it bad, really bad."
Dark_Eyez · 1M Views

The Beast Rings

In a world once dominated by beasts of unimaginable power, humanity clung to survival with the fragile shield of magic. These creatures—swift as storms, strong as mountains, and capable of wielding the very elements—were gods of the land, while humans were little more than prey. For centuries, mankind fought valiantly but always at a loss. Then came the day everything changed. He was known only as the First Crafter. A mysterious sorcerer, both revered and feared, who unearthed an ancient, forbidden art not of this world: the Beast Slaying Art. From it, he learned to extract the heartstones of fallen beasts—the very source of their might—and forge them into rings that could grant their power to men. With the first Beast Ring, created from the heartstone of a Swiftfang Wolf, the First Crafter became more than human. He moved faster than the wind, struck with deadly precision, and for the first time, man stood equal to beast. But power breeds ambition. The secrets of the Beast Rings did not remain his alone for long. Kingdoms, empires, and rival sorcerers, driven by greed and fear, hunted the First Crafter, tearing his knowledge from him and spreading it across the world. Humanity gained a weapon of unparalleled potential, and with it, the balance between man and beast was shattered forever. Now, Beast Rings are both a blessing and a curse. Wielded by Slayers, they are tools of war, ambition, and survival. The beasts that once ruled are hunted, their numbers dwindling, while humanity fractures into kingdoms vying for dominance. But as old powers awaken and chaos grows, whispers speak of a coming reckoning—one that could unmake the world as easily as the First Crafter’s creation once reshaped it. Amid this storm of ambition and blood, fifteen-year-old Kairon Falken lives a peaceful life in the quiet village of Tenang, unaware of the truth surrounding his origins. Raised by his strict yet loving Aunt Myra and ever-cheerful Uncle Garin, Kairon dreams of adventure, of exploring the mountains and forests beyond his sheltered home. But secrets have a way of surfacing, and Kairon is about to be thrust into a legacy he cannot yet comprehend. In a world where Beast Rings hold the power to change fate itself, Kairon must face the ultimate question: Will he rise as a savior, or will he become the harbinger of destruction for both beast and man?
NoahCaelum · 910 Views
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