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The End Of All Things (Prequel in The Ascended Series)

When in doubt, search for the past… where all secrets hide. He is a man known by many names. Born a Crown Prince, his birth name was known by all the kingdom and, after his death, it became known by the entire world as the tale of the Lost King — the beautiful and kind prince said to have disappeared into the Northern fog and to only return to his people in their time of most need. Such whispers spread like ashes through the kingdoms, ushered by the winds of the North, crossing seas to bring faith to unknown people. Living as the Slayer, his name became the whispers of those frightened, spoken in both prayer and consternation for fear that his arrival might not only not bring peace to the dead, nor keep the living from death. Dying as a God, his name became the word no one would dare to speak, for with his death, the evil slithered away, not killed or banished, but satisfied for long enough to leave the world to enjoy some semblance of peace, leaving his absence an emptiness the skies felt, but no one defied. Born Raiden Thorden. Lived Steel Kairo. Died Thor Odinson. The human boy fated to be a God. The most powerful God sacrificed in the most human of ways. The only remaining question is what name the Seid will give him, now. Faced with the end of all things, if his death is the sacrifice needed for the survival of the world he spent his entire existence protecting, isn’t it worth it? After all, his ending began centuries before… And when comes the thawing, after all the secrets have melted away, what remains shall be the truth. (Norse mythology and Viking inspired)
Ana_Martins_9291 · 1.4K Views

His Pretty Little Thing (The Personal Assistant)

r18 (Intentional Love And Erotic Scenes). I was determined to work my way back to the top after taking a rather long break from the corperate world. Fate did it's thing and I found myself back in the same space with my most dreaded ex. Working at Nolem PLC as a personal assistant was fulfilling. The feeling of love and lust clouded our senses for a very long time until Thomas Maclewin stepped in. An engagement to a childhood friend, The sudden reappearance of an ex and Thomas Maclewin, The Chaos, The bitterness, The feeling of betrayal, Family, Love, Lust and Romance all gave rise to a beautiful and relatable love story. Excerp 1 "You think I would be interested in just any random woman who puts her room key in my hand. What the hell kind of man do you think I am." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't he tell her he hasn't been with anyone else since her. Where was all this coming from. "Did you not understand when....." "No, you don't understand!" She interrupted, slamming a brush on the counter, looking up at him furiously. "I'm not like this, I'm not someone that sleep with her boss. I'm thirty and I've only been with two men my entire life, you inclusive. And I've never let any man rid me of my sense of reasoning, ever!" She yelled, her voice getting louder with each word. "But when I'm with you, it's like nothing else matters. This... this thing," she continued, gesturing between them. "This isn't me. It's like I turn into a different person when I'm with you, and I hate it. Maybe it's so easy for you, but it's not same for me."
christabelradiance · 101.4K Views

Akashic Chronicles: Paradise Lost

"Attachments are unneeded" It was both the first and last thing my old man told me. To be an effective killer you must not feel for the enemy. To be an effective mercenary you must not feel remorse. A contract is a contract. The Client is god for us. To us the value of money is more important than ideals. Hope won't feed you. Sometimes those very same ideals could poison your entire being. Possess you into something more than what you aimed to be. Embrace nothingness, Coin is God. That was the mantra of every mercenary. That was what I believed for so long, until I met her. She pulled me out of that murky swamp. Shining an inexhaustible light, creating a solid path we could tread on to. She was the reason I could keep on moving forwards. The only reason I gave a damn about anything. However, soon enough, like all roads, it soon crumbled into rubble, nothing but relics of bygone memories remained. Plunging me back down deeper into that black and murky waters once more. I reveled in it. I let it consume me, become the very thing we swore to destroy. The very same thing my old man told me about. A monster borne from the hypocrisy of those ideals, yet desperately clinging onto it like a mad man. This is the tale of a fool who once known love, oh so beautiful yet poisonous it consumed him. A tale of a fool who yearns for redemption yet revels in his own self hatred. A monstrosity borne not from necessity, but from anguish.
ArlecchinoSIMP · 48.2K Views
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