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Kenshi Yonezu Spirits Of The Sea

Draconic Ascension: Book of Reality and Spirits

Have you ever imagined what would happen if you died, but some powerful being decided to reincarnate you and offer you the freedom to choose any world and powers you wanted? What would you choose, to be reborn in a sci-fi world with your own ship to explore the stars, to become a god in a godless world, to be reincarnated surrounded by hot girls, to become the most powerful person? All good choices but not the choices I made. My name is Jackson. I was chosen by one of the Primordials, Brakos, the Primordial Spirit of Time, Stories, and Knowledge, and given this exact choice. We talked, and he offered me any world and powers. I gave him my views and wants for my new life, and one was that I wanted to become powerful, but I wanted to work for it, or else I felt I wouldn't deserve it. Brakos agreed and we started to plan. As I don't like to waste opportunities I did ask for 3 powers. 1: to be reborn with a system-like ability stored inside of 3 books. 2: to be given the power to converse with Spirits forge contracts with them and ask them for help. 3: to be given the power to create a new race of my own creation and become one of them. Brakos liked my plan and selected a very special world. The first world to ever exist. Primus is the world of the Primordials and Primogneitors. Follow me through my adventures as I make friends, run from my village being destroyed, fall in love, take over a school, dismantle criminal organizations, destroy an entire kingdom, fight against the gods and establish a home for myself and my new race, the Dragonians. _____________ Additional tags: BL, Supernatural, High IQ, Werewolf, Academy, Kingdom Building, the strong acting weak, Evolution, Mystery, Non-Human _____________ Not a harem or romance novel. Will be a BL eventually but will not be the focus of the story. Just want to build up the world right now. I'm not an experienced writer, this is my first time writing something longer than a 3-page story from high school. Please excuse any mistakes or spelling errors, and feel free to correct me in the comments. I’d really appreciate any feedback on how the story is going. Also, I might take a few days' breaks now and then due to work or personal reasons, so if a new chapter doesn't come out for a few days, don't worry! _____________ I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad aswell if you prefer that website. _____________ The story updates 3 times a week, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at 8:15 AM (GMT-5)
Drake_Flame11 · 60.6K Views

Magic's Return: I Can See The Spirits

The God of Magic stopped blessing his believers. The Tower of Magic, where the mages gathered and worshiped him was destroyed. Magic Fell. The surviving Mages were looked down upon by the rest of the world. Normal Mages, that is. The Mages from the Strongest Magic Family, the Vesta Family, were an exception. For 5000 years, the Vesta Family continued to produce exceptional Mages that were strong enough to resist other forces which came after their family heritage and treasures even without the Blessing of the God of Magic. Now, however, the Vesta Family found themselves in a difficult situation where they didn’t have a single capable heir. That was until, Christopher Davis, an underworld Gang Leader, transmigrates into the body of Vaan Astra Vesta, a well-known pushover and the ‘waste’ of the Vesta Family. Christopher, now Vaan, soon realized that he could see otherworldly magic spirits with knowledge so vast that the Magic books that the Vesta Family treasured for 5000 years were nothing in comparison. That, combined with Vaan’s own God-like Talent, The ‘Hope’ was born. A prodigy strong enough to not only protect the Vesta Family and its treasures, A prodigy who will restore Magic to its former glory was born. “Haa!? Who da fuck said a Mage can’t use fists!? That crab-like face of yours, I’ll punch it till it is deformed into something better looking!” And of course, Christopher’s gangster-like tendencies won’t just disappear. ... Cover: AI-Generated (Plus little editing) ... Discord: https://discord.gg/qZHRTHGdZG If the link does not work for some reason, DM me: sleepdeprivedsloth
SleepDeprivedSloth · 2.4M 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 · 703.3K Views
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