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Little Apple Mmd

Little Light Lord

[An Announcement from the Author: LLL will undergo major reformations! Expect a reboot of this confusing storyline sometime early January! Thank you for all of your support thus far.] Gods rule over the fundamental creations of life. Lords watch and rule over these Gods’ creations. Phos, the Lord of Light, found himself cornered by a sharpshooter in the dead of the night. This unlikely encounter led to destiny. — The marksman needed to kill a kind, beautiful man. From the photos, his target had crystalline orange eyes and glowing silver hair that cascaded down to the floor in waves. But, as with everything, the real man looked far more lucent and stunning. Like a soft light, like the first glimmer on the ocean’s surface as the Sun arose. Before he could raise his sniper’s rifle to extinguish this ray of light, however, the beautiful target pulled out a pistol and shot him straight in the abdomen. “I hope you don’t die. Good day.” With that, he swiftly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness, his long hair bouncing to his every crisp footstep. Leaving behind the confused marksman, who, dazed, clutched his new wound and slumped to the floor. Later on, the marksman managed to act stupid enough to gain his target’s trust. Showing his true colours, he toyed with a lock of his former victim’s hair, which was as silky and soft as he imagined. He held it to his lips, raised a corner of his black turtleneck to show the bulletwound on his abdomen, and whispered in a deep voice: “This wound, how will you repay it?” The original target, who shined like a dim candlelight under the rays of the moon, stretched up his bound arms to the hitman, brought a gentle hand to his skin, covered the wound… and with an unapologetic, professional business smile, he replied: “I’m sorry, are you really sure you have a scar there? How come I don’t see anything?” The marksman: … It’s because you’re covering it. The man he originally had to kill, who wore white silk pyjamas and a flame-like orange scarf every day and who looked like he could fall over with a slight push from the wind, was actually very resistant—and really, really pissed him off. Cover Art: nonsang_08 Upload Schedule: Every 3 days
E_S_Sonnomett · 19.9K Views

Eden's Bad Apples

The Hollowing came like a thief in the dead of the night - silent, merciless, and absolute. It was an event that permanently scarred humanity’s history, stealing along all of the possibility, wonder and hope that this world once had - for it was the year that the spark of wonder had been wretched from existence, the year that magic had died. But many soon came to realise that the Hollowing was not the end but the beginning. Cracks opened around the world, bringing about the descent of the Dark fog, and along with it, a dread unbound by mortal thought which devoured the weak and hunted those who still clung too closely to the memory of magic. Year 3999. 1800 years after the Hollowing, humanity has been pushed to live inside the walls of Domes: monolithic walls, encasing gargantuan swaths of land protected by an ancient being from the era of magic, the Acacia. Yet, the peace that it brought was like a festering wound, throbbing with unresolved mysteries and bringing about feelings of hatred and fear, of that day 1800 years ago when one decided to break an oath. As tensions beneath the surface simmer and an unknown group threatens to sink humanity down once and for all, a meeting that would change the fate of a young boy - one that had the potential to shake both sides, one that would bring about change to the whole continent of Paradoxia - was about to take place. The meeting of disciple and master. It was at that moment that the goddess of fate began to spin her wheel to weave tales for this forgotten world once more.
GrimApple · 4.3K Views
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