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SYSTEM ONLINE: dawn of a new era

Imagine a gamer, so skilled he bends reality itself (or so he thought). One moment he's conquering virtual worlds, the next, he is *in* the world. Trapped within the hyper-realistic game, he faces foes far more terrifying than any pixelated monster, forbidden magic, dark powers, and a looming darkness that threatens to consume not just his avatar, but his very soul. Will he find a way back, or is he destined to become a legend…or a ghost? The line between game and reality blurs, leaving him questioning: is this escape, or a fate worse than death?, would he be able to claim what he came that far for? and what happens when he begins to question reality as he discovers that he was in a simulation before he got sealed in the game ---------------------------- Excerpt: Where am I?" Blaze thought as he looked about in an empty room filled with nothing but an active mist of darkness. At this moment, Blaze was conflicted and the feeling of anxiety coupled with a foreboding sense of insecurity made him feel discomfort. "The last thing I remember was, me being in my gaming room rejoicing after finally defeating the final boss in the game when a notification suddenly pops up..." Blaze thought for a while and suddenly it came back "the notification!!,they promised me a cash reward of 10million dollars if I could complete the final task. So…,is this the final task. Sitting in a dark room without furniture,I can totally do it. After that,that cash reward would be mine!". Everytime Blaze thought of the cash reward, he'd be distracted from his thought. He stayed there for 3 hours, sometimes standing up to walk around the room which seemed as though he was walking around in circles, which also confuzzled him. How'd he know that he was there for 3 hours?, after sitting for a while, a digital clock suddenly appeared and what confused yet scared him, was the fact that the clock seemed to follow him everywhere he went. 30 minutes in, he heard a **PING** sound and a voice suddenly said "System Online- Welcome User 432234!". ________________________________ WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT, READ NOW TO FIND OUT MORE!!……… Update between Monday - Friday (seldom Saturday)!!.
Whitescapes · 11.8K Views

The Dragon Prince's Bride

*Author's other work (She belongs to the Demon King)* *** They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other! When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt. That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom. Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife. Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything. Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love? Excerpt "I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!" ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger. "Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love." He calmly grabbed her poking hand. "And what would that be, my fine sir?" "That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear." "You—" "And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!" "You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!" "Well you are no precious prize, are you?" And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree. His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.
AnnieQuin · 243.5K Views
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