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Atticus [BL]

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.
lazyferret · 12.2K Views

Ashes of Indulgence

A life of luxury, indulgence, and effortless privilege shatters in a single evening when a sharp, brutal truth cuts through the golden facade. A young heir, drowning in his own mediocrity, faces the unthinkable—rejection from the one person he thought he could hold onto. Stripped of his comfort and adoration, he spirals into the darkest corners of his mind, where despair wrestles with a strange, burning determination. Haunted by the weight of his past and driven by an almost self-destructive hunger for transformation, he abandons the empire he was born to inherit and vanishes into a world that forces him to confront the man he has become. There, among unfamiliar faces and grueling struggles, he begins to rebuild himself, reshaping every flaw and failure into an arsenal of precision and control. But the past has a way of finding you, no matter how far you run. When duty drags him back to the family and the life he swore to leave behind, he must navigate a labyrinth of old wounds, cold betrayals, and a love that feels more like a curse. In the relentless pursuit of redemption—or revenge—he discovers that some chains are impossible to break, and the price of reinvention is far steeper than he ever imagined. This is a story about power, obsession, and the unyielding pull of a man’s desire to escape himself. Or perhaps, to destroy himself in the process. Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, organizations, or products is purely coincidental. All characters, events, and businesses portrayed in this book are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any use of real names, businesses, or organizations is intended solely to enhance the story and is not meant to depict actual events or real individuals.
light_queen1 · 7.7K Views

World Of Tamers

Very sensitive topics are dealt in this book and it happens early on to provide context which I don't know how readers would view it. But this is what would make sense of the weird characters and sometimes foolish decisions that I myself can not understand. [WSA 2025 Entry] In the bustling city of Metropolis in the World of Tamers, on the 18th birthday of its citizens, one goes through a binding ritual -a rite of passage- if successful you get a Pet, Companion, Entity, anything you want to call it and if you are not successful you lose your life, simple. There is nothing to worry about, with a success rate of 9%, not many go through it but if binding is successful, you get access to the privileges of high society, a life of comfort and luxury. Where do these Pets originate? What purpose do they serve? And why is such a binding necessary? What matters is the future that one can have so why bother about the past and its mysteries? After all, why dwell on the unknown when the path to prosperity lies clear? There will be companions lost, whether by your hands, your friend, or your enemy, all of which is part of the journey. What matters is how much you are willing to sacrifice for the dream only you share. This is a story of different people on their journey to the lives they dream of. They will encounter adversaries and be faced with some decisions and doubt if this dream they pursue is quite achievable but it is all part of the story, their story or a story they will all share
phaetons_172 · 2.3K Views

Dread Sovereign: Monster Girl Harem

A handsome half-orc with a hulking body filled with perfect muscles stands carrying a great axe over one shoulder. His neon blue eyes watching the void, waiting for those that would threaten his world. Huge creatures with monstrous figures, beasts of the abyss, here to kill the orc. Their angered shrieks and pained screams filled the air. The corpses of these monsters surround his body, forming his throne of dread. His long tail smashed down, turning them into pulp while using his brutal axe with powerful chops, cleaving them into pieces. "This world shall become ours; you cannot stop our legion! Orc!" a distorted and evil voice sounded. "WATCH ME!" Shouted the orc, filled with confidence and pride. In defiance, a purple mist shrouded him as he transformed into a monster himself, with long gryphon wings and sharp horns from his head—a hulking muscular body and legs filled with thick scales and black hooves. Bang! The orc stepped forward, his heart burning with passion and desire as he bellowed with a demonic and distorted voice. "I am the Sovereign of Dread, foul Daemons. This is MY world! Return to your wasteland to rot, or DIE!" He was a manticore, the only male manticore ever to exist. He fights not for power. Not for glory! Alistair "Raven" Granbell fights only for his beloved women and because he LOVES to fight the strong and crush them under his axe Mor'vaal and prove he deserves his Dread Sovereign title. Dread Sovereign is exclusively published on Webnovel.com.
Duke_Asmodeus · 1.4M Views
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