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Sir Bernard Chumley

I Am The Only Witch Hunter

Story rotates around killing witches, training and gaining power, grafting mutation (Owl's Night Vision, Bat's Echolocation, Gecko's Wall Climb, etc.), gathering herbs and creating concoctions, socialising (unfortunately) to buy needed materials for base-buiding. Hunt. Graft. Evolve. That was the core idea of a witch hunter. By grafting mutations from animals and supernatural beasts, the witch hunter ascended his own body, adding more and more power to his flesh. Sir Siderius Satterblade, a Master Witch Hunter in old age, used a Forbidden Alchemical Seal to transfer his soul to another man in another world. Blossom Glades, a society ruled by witches and benefitted only to witches. Men and non-magic women were nothing more than slaves. They called them Ashens, bastards that were nothing more than ants. Sir Siderius Satterblade became a male Ashen, the lowest of the low. But he would change this body into a proper killing machine that spread nightmare to the depraved witches. The MC will NOT become monstrous. The MC stays relatively human with unique appearance traits (black irises, pointy ears, white hair,...) Witches in this novel are irredeemable. Not sexy witches but disgusting and evil witches. (Well maybe a little bit hot because of their magic) MC will not accept nor 'conquer' any witches. Just straight killing. NO ROMANCE. NO HAREM. This man is nothing but a pure killing machine and survivalist. MC is ruthless but not heartless, still save people he deemed useful. NO FACE-SLAPPING NOR SHOWING OFF. MC only cares about power and survival. NO HIDING AS THE WEAK. MC kills the witch that tried to kill him, then escapes to the woods and lives there. He survives perfectly on his own. NO ATTACHMENTS. NO WORKING TOGETHER. MINIMUM SOCIALISING. He's a lone witch hunter.
WhitenSheep · 5.4K Views

Witch's Adventure.

Magic is easy! You just have to get your soul vibrating at the right frequency, isn't it? Don't forget the gestures for the spells! But beware... every power has its price, and though we may not know it at first, every payment we make is recorded, and one day we will have to pay our debts. Séraphine Rohan is a witch, perhaps something special in this world, but not even she would dare to fight against the increasingly powerful firearms. Neon lights, soft music and extravagant living! Prosperity is everywhere in this world where idealism meets materialism and mysticism meets science. Where gangsters can be more dangerous than a werewolf and fairy dust is used as a recreational substance. But what lies beneath this veil of glamour, wealth and colorful lights? The decadence of humanity is not only material, but also spiritual, and sometimes... this is reflected in our surroundings more than we think. Join Séraphine Rohan as she explores this world full of interesting creatures, solves cases as a detective and embarks on various adventures driven by money, or maybe it's those ideals she doesn't want to talk about? All this while reality becomes more and more confusing and incomprehensible before her eyes. By the way, how about toasting this psychedelic story with a glass of wine? ------------------------ Cover made by TheAnPlayer2. English is my second language and I'm using Grammarly for thoses mistakes I didn't see, so, if you notice one, comment, please! I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com
Sir_Traverse · 15.5K Views

My Dearest Mary

"Hey, Miss, wait!" a handsome police officer called out to me. I stopped my motorcycle and gave him a sweet smile, but his face was serious. "Hehe, yes, sir?" I said cutely. "Why aren't you wearing a helmet? Do you know how much the fine is? Oh, your name and age?" I scratched my head. I'm dead. I saw that he seemed to be writing something. "Ah, eh, Mary Lie, 24." That's all I could say. "Your family name? Wait, do you have a license?" "Bog, sir. Yes, I do." I said shyly. Of course, who wouldn't be shy when you see a cool police officer with a good physique, and their uniform is intimidating, hello! He seemed surprised by my last name, tsk. My brother put our licenses in the U-box so it would be easy to get them if needed. I immediately opened it and showed it to him. "Where are you from?" he asked again. "Just from around here, sir." After I said that, he wrote again on what looked like a receipt and immediately handed it to me when he finished. "Oh, here, go to the municipal hall and pay at the treasurer's office. If you don't pay that within seven days, we can forward it. You can go now, Miss. Next time, wear a helmet." He said it without pause. I took the receipt, and my eyes widened when I saw that the fine was 500 pesos?! Idiot! Tsk, what a bad day, that animal! I angrily got back on my motorcycle. Before I could even start, he said something that made me turn around. "Is Jerry Bog your brother?" I didn't answer him and sped off immediately to the municipal hall to pay. Wait, what does he care anyway? That police officer is so annoying, ruining my day!
Marsntalwrites · 8.1K Views
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