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Heroes of Avangard: War of the Celestianites

ARC 1, ARC 2, AND ARC 3 This fantasy-based, young adult, middle grade story is about a 12-year-old male main character named "Lens Don the Celestianite". He's known for having the most embarrassing moments ever, and is also as seen as someone who can't fight, unintelligent, and he is pretty insecure of himself. When he enters Insane Middle School, he's determined to face any challenge against him, and will become a hero he's always dreamt to be--to prove to everyone that he is more than meets the eye. That's until a prophecy bestows upon him, telling him to fulfill the first part: "Celestial's Fight". The prophecy is about the raging war between the Celestianites and Lunaranites that is currently happening. They've been fighting for the Lost Key for years, and before King Vigilzante died to the King of the Lunaranites, he wrote a prophecy where it says that five heroes must go on an adventure to find the Lost Key. If they don't, the Lunaranites will prevail, and the land of Avangard will turn into dust and fail. King Dreadixz wants to rule the entirety of Avangard, which has caused the war. If they find the Lost Key, the Celestianites will win, and peace will be restored. When Don has to fulfill "Celestial's Fight", he has to go through all of the continents in Avangard that have the most powerful beasts known to man. And once Don defeats them, he'll have to fight Dreadixz and kill him in order to become the next King of the Celestianites after King Vigilzante died. Will Don fulfill "Celestial's Fight" with the help of his friends, Olsen, Prince, Demaurion, Archie, Ella, and Power? Will he prove to everybody that he's not weak, but instead is a hero full of determination? Find out in Heroes of Avangard: War of the Celestianites.
Astraldude · 12.4K Views

Dreamwalker: Reign of the Heavenly Sovereign

Japan – National News Broadcast The polished news anchor sat upright, her gaze sharp as she adjusted the stack of papers before her. The newsroom behind her hummed with quiet urgency, the weight of the moment settling over the broadcast. "Authorities are baffled by a sudden and unexplained surge in sleep-related deaths across Japan," she began, her voice steady yet tense. "More and more citizens are passing away in their sleep without any prior health concerns. Experts are working tirelessly to determine the cause, but no clear explanation has emerged. Authorities urge the public to remain vigilant and report any unusual symptoms before bedtime." A graphic appeared, displaying the spike in fatalities over the past month. Behind her, unsettling photographs flickered across the screen—blurred images of individuals found in their beds, their faces frozen in expressions of terror. The anchor’s tone shifted. "Health officials recommend citizens avoid excessive fatigue and maintain healthy sleep habits. More updates will follow as investigations continue." --- United States – Paranormal Podcast In a dimly lit podcast studio, the host leaned forward, his eyes wide with curiosity. Across from him, a rugged man in a worn flannel shirt, gripping a faded photograph in one hand and a beer can in the other, leaned back in his chair. "So, you're telling me you saw this creature firsthand?" the host asked, clearly intrigued. The man scoffed, shaking his head. "Damn right, I did. Ugly thing had wings bigger than my body—slow but sneaky. Thought it could steal my pigs again, but I was ready this time—camera in one hand, shotgun in the other." He slammed the table for emphasis, then shoved the blurry image toward the host. The photograph depicted a small, red-skinned humanoid figure with large, bat-like wings, its eyes glowing faintly in the darkness. "Spit, the thing didn’t know what hit it when I fired!" the man chuckled, his voice full of excitement. The host held up the picture to the live chat. "Alright, what do you think? Mothman? Demon? Or is our friend here just seeing things?" The chat exploded with theories—some skeptical, others eager for the investigation to continue. --- China – Liangyuan Street Market Surveillance footage from a bustling night market in China captured a chilling scene. A woman in a red qipao walked gracefully through the crowd, her figure striking in the soft glow of lanterns. Suddenly, she paused. Her body flickered—like a glitch in a video—before vanishing completely, as though she had never existed. The footage zoomed in, replaying in slow motion. In the final frame before she disappeared, her face distorted unnaturally, her eyes hollow and empty. The screen cut abruptly to black.
Realistic_Fantasy · 21.2K Views

What Is A Realistic MMORPG Isekai?!

Arsol (Username: Hakkun) is your average eighteen-year-old tech nerd; he reads cliche light novels, plays video games (way too many), studies for exams, and he programs! Does he have friends? A social life, maybe? Nah, he’s an anti-social whose inner monologues revolve around how humans suck. He’s the type who blames the world for his problems: edgy, angsty, emo— thinks he’s smarter than everyone and has answers for the world’s crisis. Gotta give it to him, though, he a young talent at whatever he does. His skills for programming, gaming (FPS) as well as studying makes up for the fact that he’s an arse. So much so, that he stops going to school altogether and locks himself in his room, he’d rather be with his computer. Because Arsol is on a mission! He’s been collaborating with online strangers who are all equally gamers and computer nerds, who understand him, and who all have this idea to make this steampunk/dieselpunk game called ‘Hero of Emberstein.’ Now, Arsol won’t lie, he’s obsessed. Being one of the co-creators, he finds himself adding features and details he’d want in an MMORPG. The only thing he dislikes is the customizable character features; he never understands such a personalized activity. He prefers Gacha. After 3 years, the game is finally available for beta testing, his 7 online co-creators are all ready to click the play button. But little does Arsol know, he would for real be in the game, like in person, like ISEKAI-ed, like he could die, for real for real. What's worse is, everyone who clicked the play button for the beta test, has also been Isekaied. So like, maybe over a thousand or more? Arsol thinks it’s his fault innocent players are getting transmigrated into HIS game, because he remembers that he removed the 'EXIT' button as a harmless malfunctioning prank-- turned deadly?! Oops. Journey along with Arsol as he hides his identity as the creator, the culprit, and the administrator. And that time he finds out his 6 online friends are all here as well, but where?! Who?! UGH, THIS IS WHY HE HATES CUSTOMIZABLE CHARACTERS! ( I DO, IN FACT, OWN THE COVER )
rDec123 · 4.3K Views

Song of the Gardener of Souls [BL]

Rowan sees beauty in death. The Order he has sworn to obey only sees defilement. As the reviled Caretaker of the Order, Rowan has accepted his role as a dutiful outcast because he believes it is the only way to prove his worth to the man who holds his sisters’ souls as collateral. With his magic and his voice, Rowan can absorb death and transform it, but only in ways the Order deems acceptable to maintain the stability of the reality it claims to protect Order must subdue Disorder. Reality must triumph over illusion. He is tainted and always will be. Rowan has never questioned those lessons, but that changes the night he harvests a crimson soul that is more than human and chooses to keep it a secret. When Rowan’s song transforms that soul into a beautiful and mysterious man he names Wren, he is forced to accept that sometimes duty is a lie and illusion is the only thing you can trust. As the fabric of the Order begins to unwind and a new kind of Disorder takes hold, Rowan will need to choose again, stand with the Order that held him down, or forge a new path with Wren at his side. He may be the only one who can restore balance to the worlds, but only if he can find balance within himself first. ************************************* Updates 3-4 times per week. Note: This story focuses on relationships. I promise an epic romance, lots of swoon-worthy moments, and a healthy amount of fluff. When it does get steamy…you might get burned. Fair warning for explicit content. I don’t shy away from my spice. There are lots of side characters and couples to fall in love with, in addition to the main couple. If you love the idea of found family, you will be happy. This book is set in a non-heteronormative world, so you will see various gender identities/expressions and types of love. ************************************* Excerpt (if you want the full steamy version, you will have to read the book!): Still reeling from the new magic that coursed under his skin and unsure of how to react to the desire that threatened to take control of him, Rowan froze. Wren's hot breath against his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure through his body, and he choked back a groan. A different kind of panic flared in Rowan's chest, burning him as if he were the one on fire. This was what he wanted, what he'd thought about every night since Wren left. But wanting more was one thing. Acting on it was another. He'd spent so much of his life hiding, he didn't know how to do anything else. One corner of Wren's mouth twitched as Rowan pulled away. When he attempted to free himself from Wren's grasp, Wren just hauled him closer. Rowan liked that he didn't have to think about what to do next. His bare chest thudded against Wren's torso, and the heat from Wren's body merged with Rowan's skin, melting him from the inside out. "What did you just do to me?" Wren's deep voice vibrated against Rowan's chest. "The Disorder of your illusion was holding you captive. I…I absorbed it." "Oh? Where did you learn to do that? Have I been gone that long?" Wren's grip loosened slightly on Rowan's wrists as if he was satisfied now that Rowan was practically sitting on top him. Rowan stared at Wren's lips. He opened his mouth to protest, but immediately closed it again. "I know you aren't going to say that I shouldn't touch you." Wren's free hand splayed over the small of Rowan's back. "Not when you started it." Rowan's breath hitched. "No. I'm not going to say that anymore. Not to you." "I thought you were afraid to be touched." Wren's fingers traced a circle over the curve of Rowan's spine as if testing for a reaction. "I know that I'm not afraid of you." Rowan waited for the panic to set in, but all he felt was desire. "With you, I want…" "You want what?" "I want more." Triumph flared in Wren's gaze before he narrowed his eyes. "Really? Then why are you still trying to get away from me?"
LivChanin · 1.1M Views
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