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The Sword of Auroria

In the magical world of Auroria, where every breath hums with enchantment, the balance of power rests on four distinct factions: the visionary Elites, the underestimated yet resilient Fi, the vigilant Guardians, and the secretive Sentinels. Each group wields its unique influence over this mystical realm, but their harmony is fragile, threatened by ambition, secrets, and destiny. For Ahaan, a determined boy from the humble Fi class, the prestigious Sword Ceremony is more than a ritual—it’s his chance to rise above his station and prove that even the so-called weakest can achieve greatness. Armed with dreams of glory and a heart full of resolve, Ahaan embarks on a journey fraught with challenges, where the swords choose their wielder, revealing their true worth. But when Ahaan crosses paths with his childhood friend turned rival, Ishaan, who aligns with a faction at odds with his own, the world of Auroria begins to shift. Their rivalry deepens, fueled by ambition, loyalty, and the enigmatic shadows of the Sentinels, who harbor secrets that could unravel the very fabric of Auroria. As destinies intertwine and betrayals surface, Ahaan must navigate a perilous path to uncover the truth about himself, his world, and the sword that could change everything. With the stakes higher than ever, will he rise to become the hero Auroria needs—or be consumed by the forces that seek to destroy it? The Sword of Auroria is an epic tale of friendship, rivalry, and the pursuit of power in a world where magic thrives, secrets linger, and dreams can shape destinies. Perfect for fans of thrilling fantasy and character-driven adventures, this story promises a journey you won’t forget.
hamdankhan9860 · 197 Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she almost shouted, wrestling against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 113.3K Views

Sword in Stone

Artie had lived her whole life feeling like a joke. Whether it came to her full name, her parents ‘abandoning’ her and her next door neighbours taking her in, or finding out that her lover was part of a cult and was cheating on her. Said lover then stabbed her. It felt like she just couldn’t catch a break. So when she found herself in a puddle of her own blood, staring up at a fake painted sky, she could only find humour in the situation, and prayed that the next life was kinder. Only she woke up. In the same body, with the same stab wound, only in a world full of magic, swords, and a dead King Arthur? Yup. The round table existed, the knights existed, and so did everyone of legend that she’d heard about as a child. Only it was the beginning of their tales. Nothing had happened yet, except the formation of Camelot, the crowning of the King, and then the sudden death of the King of Legend, King Arthur Pendragon. She would have thought this was another cruel joke if everyone wasn’t wandering around in mourning clothes. If this was a practical joke, it wasn’t a very funny one. Artie was tired. She’d already spent almost a decade working as a police officer, and then a detective, so she felt like she had earned her peace. Especially after all the shit she’d been put through, but someone had different plans. And Artie’s life wasn’t quite done yet. In fact, it seemed like in the eyes of the creatures of this world, this was where she was always meant to be. The time she spent getting her ass handed to her in the other dimension? Just a warm up. And now she was expected to just…go along with what everyone else wanted her to do? Including magical beings who were responsible for taking her from one dimension to another. Artie felt like she was in over her head, even if there were several concerned, attractive knights around her. She wasn’t sure if she was going to run away from all the new responsibilities, or embrace them. She wasn’t a rule breaker by nature, but maybe now was the time to change?
CalyB · 107K Views
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