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Skyward

Reincarnated into a World of Magic

After dying at the age of 16 on Earth while trying to save his best friend from muggers orphan Link Mercer was reincarnated into another world where magic existed. He was reborn as Rion Lincoln Ashcroft the youngest child of two of the most renowned people in their village. ============ Tat! Rustle! Tat! Rion burst through some bushes as he ran for his life through the Vallen forest not seeing the exposed tree root in front of him he fell to the ground panting unable to run any longer his body exhausted. Thud! Hah! Hah! He crawled towards a tree with the last of his energy before he lay against it as the sound of the Mana Beast's that had been chasing him got closer and closer their growls and howls becoming louder. GRRRRR! AWOOOO! Rion tried to move his body but it was no use no matter how hard he tried his body was too exhausted to respond. Rion rested his head against the tree and looked skyward "Is this the end of my life already?" Rion said quietly to himself as the Mana Beast's drew closer. Rion opened his eye's and looked at the Mana Beast's that were slowly making their way towards him 'I guess this really is the end' Rion thought to himself. "No I won't die like this I refuse to!" Rion said as he stared defiantly at the approaching Mana Beast's. ============== Now join Rion as he embraces his knew life as he aims to become the strongest in the world along the way he'll make friend's as well as rival's and may even find love.
N0_N0 · 14.5K Views

Skyward Redemption: The Couriers Guild Chronicles

In a tumultuous world torn apart by warring factions, Sky, an unassuming delivery man, finds himself at the center of a tale that will change the course of history. As a member of the secretive Couriers Guild, Sky's seemingly mundane job involves transporting dangerous weapons legally allowed in this era of chaos. However, a chance encounter with a wounded soldier during an emergency landing thrusts Sky into a moral dilemma. The soldier's desperate eyes awaken a dormant conscience within him, prompting him to question the dark path he treads. Determined to break free from the shackles of the delivery network, Sky decides to become a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. With newfound purpose, he defies his former employers and transforms into a courier of humanitarian aid to war-torn regions. In doing so, he blurs the lines between the factions, sparking whispers of peace and unity. Sky's legend spreads like wildfire, catching the attention of factions and civilians alike. As he skyward soars, his selfless acts inspire others to question the never-ending cycle of violence. However, his defiance does not go unnoticed, and he soon finds himself entangled in a dangerous web of intrigue and betrayal. As he delves deeper into the mysteries surrounding the Couriers Guild, he realizes that his quest for redemption is far from over. In "Skyward Redemption - The Couriers Guild Chronicles," readers embark on an epic journey of courage, compassion, and transformation. Amidst the chaos of a world on the brink of collapse, Sky becomes a symbol of change, proving that even in the darkest times, a single individual can ignite hope and pave the way for a brighter future. The story delves into the complexities of human nature, the consequences of choices, and the power of compassion to transcend boundaries. Will Sky's acts of redemption be enough to alter the fate of the world, or will the forces of darkness snuff out his efforts? Only time will tell as the tale unfolds, revealing the true impact of a humble courier's unwavering determination.
Giovanni_Rosario · 32.5K Views

The tale of towers

"The Tales of Towers" is an enthralling isekai fantasy adventure that transports readers to the enchanting world of Etherea, where towering structures hold ancient power and secrets waiting to be uncovered. In this epic tale, readers follow the unprincipled protagonist, Rylan, as he navigates a realm brimming with action, intrigue, and ethereal magic. Etherea is a realm teeming with diverse races and awe-inspiring biomes, from lush forests and scorching deserts to majestic mountains. The land is adorned with magnificent towers that defy conventional norms, reaching skyward or descending into hidden depths. Legends speak of the Great Architect, who created these towers as beacons of hope and balance, but they also attract ambitious factions seeking power and knowledge. Rylan, a young man of the Veyren race, possesses a unique talent for soulforge magic, the manipulation of souls. Plagued by fragmented memories and drawn by an unknown force, he embarks on a perilous journey through the Towers of Enigma. Each tower presents daunting challenges and unimaginable treasures, pushing Rylan to his limits. As Rylan explores the towers, he encounters a diverse cast of characters from various races, each with their own agendas and secrets. Undead creatures seek to harness the towers' power, wizards wield arcane knowledge, and summoners command otherworldly beings. Amidst this vibrant tapestry of allies and adversaries, Rylan grapples with his own unprincipled nature, making choices that shape his path and test his resolve. Within the intricate web of souls and the consequences of tampering with their essence, Rylan's journey becomes a struggle of identity, consent, and the impact of manipulating the natural order. Themes of ethical dilemmas, personal growth, and the search for self-understanding permeate the narrative, challenging readers to contemplate the blurred boundaries between right and wrong. "The Tales of Towers" unfolds with vivid descriptions of the fantastical world, immersing readers in its awe-inspiring beauty, intricate magic systems, and treacherous dungeons. From the sprawling city of Arcanum, the hub of arcane knowledge, to the hidden realms of elemental forces and ancient guardians, every detail is meticulously crafted to evoke a sense of wonder and adventure. As Rylan's journey progresses, he evolves from a weak novice to a formidable force, honing his skills through cultivation and unlocking hidden potential. Along the way, he unravels the mysteries of his own transmigration and grapples with the consequences of his actions, as the fate of the towers, the races, and the very essence of magic intertwine. "The Tales of Towers" is a captivating tale that combines intricate world-building, engaging characters, and thought-provoking themes. It invites readers on a thrilling adventure through a realm where towers hold power, and the choices made by flawed individuals shape the destiny of a fantastical world.
Donabuis_Cronus · 5.7K Views

Threads of Dreamscapes

Have you ever wondered why, as readers, we often rush to judge a book by its cover, swiftly dismissing it as "not our type" or "out of trend"? We fervently declare "Don't judge a book by its cover" on our social media platforms, all the while ourselves judging individuals based on mere appearances or possessions. Let's take a moment to recall those vivid dreams, the ones we cherished as children, untainted by trends and the clamor of competition. Consider the world beyond your own, where the dreams of others starkly contrast with the life you lead. A child gazes skyward, yearning to soar through the heavens, while a pilot, cruising the endless skies, longs for the tranquil simplicity of a farmhouse nestled firmly on the ground. Life unfolds as a journey; it's easy to become ensnared in discontent. If riches were the key to joy, the wealthy should dance in jubilation, yet, it's often the poorest who find solace in the carefree dance of the heart. If power indeed assured security, officials would roam without guards, but, instead, it's the humble who slumber untroubled. And what of beauty and fame? Shouldn't they weave the tapestry of ideal relationships? In truth, life often sketches a different portrait. Shakespeare once mused, "I stopped crying when I had no shoes, but I stopped crying when I saw a man with no legs." In our ceaseless quest to mirror others, we may inadvertently misplace our unique dreams, those vibrant illustrations from the book your soul is crafting about your very existence. These words serve as a poignant reminder, urging you to rekindle the flames of your individual dreams, to embrace the beauty of simplicity, and to find contentment in life's authentic moments. "I don't know if anyone will like my novel or not," but just remember, far away in the sunshine are my highest aspirations. I may not reach them, but I can look up and see their beauty, believe in them, and try to follow where they lead. Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of their life, every quality of their mind, is written large in their work. Other writers certainly influence my writing. What encourages me and inspires me is when I read a good book. It makes me want to be a better writer.
samar_ahmad · 2.2K Views

GYAT IN OHIO

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot
Teen_Guide · 3.4K Views

RIZZ ME UP BABY

In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot
DaoistjKQFu0 · 2.5K Views
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