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Historias de Un Pueblo Lejano: "El Dulce aroma de las Rosas"

-Por favor Victoria, tienes que irte. -…¡Ya lo decidí! -¿Eh? — preguntó al ver el entusiasmo de la pequeña, sencillamente no entendía como esa pequeña niña se las arreglaba para ignorar por completo sus palabras y escuchar solo lo que quisiese escuchar. -¡Voy a casarme con Bal! -¿Eh? -¡Sip! ¡Cuando crezca me casaré con Bal y así Bal no estará más nunca solo! — aseguraba con una bella sonrisa y esto conmovió totalmente al joven, quería alejarla y dejarla ir, pero ella se esforzaba tanto en atarse a él. —así que es una promesa, cuando crezca tienes que venir por mí y seré tu esposa, así nunca, nunca estarás solo de nuevo y seremos filicisísimos como lo son mami y papi— sonreía con más grandeza, Balkyrath no sabía que decir, quizás y solo quizás pudiese confiar en ese sentimiento, en que luego podría regresar por ella y hacerla solo suya; una promesa efímera, pero era tan hermosa como el sueño que jamás había tenido. — ¿Lo prometes? — le observó directamente a los ojos, Bal ya no podía seguir negándose, de seguirlo haciendo quien sabría lo que esa dulce criatura seguiría diciendo. -…Ok, hagamos una promesa, cuando tengas dieciocho y me llames, vendré por ti, ¿Si? — sabía que no era una promesa justa, aún faltaban muchos años para esa fecha y de seguro la pequeña niña le olvidaría pronto, pero era una bella forma de engañarla y él podría creer en una dulce promesa, en un efímero sueño. -¡Sí! ¡Lo prometo! ¡Viky llamará a Bal cuando tenga dieciocho y seremos esposos! — sonreía complacida. -Si… seremos esposos.
Solimar_Valles · 267 Views

The Drunkard

A gripping supernatural thriller a legendary antihero, a deadly curse, relentless hunters, a dark mystery, and a moral dilemma. Readers who love dark fantasy, supernatural Westerns, or mythic horror will absolutely be hooked from the Story. Sneak Peak "He should have died a hundred times. But luck always rescued him. Now, that luck is fading, and the cost could be his soul." In Hollow's Bend, a town shrouded in fog, Elias Thorne is a man who ought to have died a long time ago. A drunkard, a gambler, a fighter, he lives life as if the world itself is inclined to his advantage. No blade has ever touched him, no bullet has ever struck true, and no tumble has ever left him broken. Luck, devil's bargain, people call it these things, but everybody agrees on one thing. Elias Thorne is untouchable. Or at least, he was. Whispers circulate of an amulet concealed under his shirt, a dirty, unpretentious necklace that vibrates with something inhuman. A gift? A curse? An obligation? Elias never bothered to inquire. Not until now. When a band of ruthless outsiders comes to Hollow's Bend, searching for the fabled charm, Elias is drawn into a game of death where his luck is no longer his own. They know what he holds. They know what it can do. And they know the secret he has denied for years… Luck isn't cheap. It's borrowed. And all debts have to be paid. Fleeing from merciless hunters and something much worse, a faceless, nameless collector who stalks in the mist and speaks in enigmas, Elias finds an unexpected friend in Selene, a woman with dark eyes and darker secrets. She is the only one who knows the amulet. Because she used to wear it. And she paid the price. Selene insists that there is only one exit: pass the curse on to another. Someone has to take it willingly, embracing the destiny that goes with it. It's the only way Elias can be free. But Elias has lived his life fighting, surviving, running from the inevitable. Now, he has to make the most brutal bet of all: his soul for another's. With each step, the shadows lengthen. The amulet is transforming him. The whispers are growing louder. Time is running short. And the Collector is arriving.
iandino_dinoian · 1K Views

The vengeful God in another world is me?! Wasn't it just a game?!

‘How did this happen’ The young man, practically a boy, looked at the scene in front of him. In just one glance it was possible to see dozens of people, more closely he was sure there could be hundreds or thousands of people prostrating themselves in front of him. From the center of the city square to the adjacent streets in front of the temple, with a frightening similarity to what happened in the Vatican when the Pope gave a speech. The young man sitting on a throne too big for him, inside a marble temple he could see expressions of happiness, reverence, gratitude and in some a small hint of fear. Not that he paid much attention to the others, his attention was mainly drawn to the group directly below the throne. This group was made up of people of various ages, from old men with gray and wrinkled hair, but with strangely healthy bodies and postures upright like poles, to young people of various ages including children. What this group in particular had in common was their expression, which could only be described as fanatical as they looked at the young man. The only thing that was going on in the young man's head, with all this excessive attention, was simply... ‘How did things get like this?!!!! I was just playing a game!!!!’ In a room in an ordinary apartment, in an ordinary city. A seemingly ordinary young man could be seen lying in bed with a cell phone on his chest. The cell phone was on and showing scenes from what appeared to be a game. With a small and intriguing coincidence that the young man sitting on a huge throne inside a marble temple was completely identical to the sleeping young man. ********************************************** Thanks to ImagineArt for the image
FereliX25 · 42.6K Views
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