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Ash And Serena Sleep Together

The Ripple of Ashes

In a shattered world where humanity has been reduced to echoes, Ren is one of the few ghosts who remains haunted by the catastrophic extinction of his kind. Unlike others, he possesses a rare and volatile ability: the power to travel through time. But his gift is no blessing. Every attempt to alter the past threatens to unravel him—and reality itself. Desperate to prevent humanity’s annihilation, Ren focuses on a pivotal event: the activation of a weapon designed to end war but which destroyed the world instead. With no allies and the weight of countless failures behind him, Ren risks everything to change the course of history. Yet each journey to the past leaves the present more fractured and the future darker. As the boundaries of time and reality begin to collapse, Ren must confront a devastating truth: is he the savior of humanity or the architect of its final doom? ------------------------------------------------------------------ Author's Note: Publishing Schedule Update Dear Readers, Thank you for your continued support and enthusiasm for my stories! To help you keep track of updates, here's my current publishing schedule: Daily Updates Rebirth of a Fey Lord Perkatory: Coffee, Zombies, and the Brewmaster System These two stories will receive updates every single day so that you can follow their progress without pause! Three Updates Per Week The Ripple of Ashes – Updates on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. The Unicorn's Curse – Updates on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. I'll do my best to maintain consistency, but if delays ever occur, I'll keep you informed. Your patience and feedback mean the world to me! Happy reading, and thank you for being part of this journey! Warm regards, Sarah Rosellet
Sarah_Rosellet · 962 Views

Ashes Of The Phoenix

In a world ravaged by an eternal war between dragons and dinosaurs, a single act of sacrifice sparks the birth of a legend. Zephyrion Drakos, born from the dying breath of a mother dragon, carries an ancient power that could end the eons-old cycle of destruction—or doom the world to an unrelenting darkness. Raised in secret by Sylvana Serpentes, a mystical kung fu master boa, Zephyrion grows to be more than just a dragon; he becomes a warrior forged by pain, loss, and an unyielding thirst for vengeance. But his journey takes an unexpected turn when he discovers the truth about his heritage—a truth that ties him to Astraeus Ossidens, the ruthless dinosaur warlord he swore to destroy. Joined by an unlikely alliance of warriors—a battle-scarred saber-toothed tiger, a jovial yet vengeful polar bear, and a cunning kong strategist—Zephyrion embarks on an epic quest to reclaim stolen artifacts, unravel ancient conspiracies, and confront the darkness within himself. Along the way, he must navigate betrayal, uncover hidden truths, and make a choice that could reshape their world forever. Will Zephyrion rise from the ashes of his past to forge a new destiny, or will the weight of his legacy consume him? With heart-pounding battles, unforgettable characters, and a story of redemption, sacrifice, and the unbreakable bonds of family, Ashes of the Phoenix is a tale that will keep you spellbound until the very last page. Are you ready to soar into a world of fire and fury? The legend begins now.
DaoistrFSEdl · 310 Views

"Rising From The Ashes"

In a world teetering on the edge of destruction, one boy finds himself living the apocalypse over and over again. Reborn into his 12-year-old body for the fifth time, the protagonist possesses foresight of the devastation that will unravel the world—an onslaught of zombies, chaos, and humanity’s struggle to survive. Determined to rewrite the fate of his loved ones, he embarks on a mission to prepare his family for the horrors to come. But survival isn’t just about stocking supplies and training. It’s about power. On the day the apocalypse begins, he and his siblings awaken extraordinary abilities: healing, fire, ice, and psychic powers, making them humanity's last hope for survival. Alongside them is Crow, a mysterious and stoic ally who harbors secrets of his own. Unknown to the protagonist, Crow has been in love with him for three lifetimes, shackled by a villain system that dictated his every move in the past. Now free, Crow vows to protect him at any cost, wielding his mastery of lightning and metal to carve a path through the undead. As the undead swarm and society collapses, the protagonist must navigate the murky waters of survival, betrayal, and love. Will his knowledge of the future and his siblings' burgeoning powers be enough to save them, or will his actions unknowingly bring about the very destruction he’s trying to prevent? And when the truth about Crow’s past is revealed, will their fragile bond strengthen or shatter? Rising From The Ashes is a gripping tale of resilience, family, and second chances in the face of an unforgiving apocalypse. Amid the ruins of the old world, bonds are forged, secrets are unveiled, and the spark of hope ignites a fight for a new beginning.
Omin · 4.1K Views

By Blood and Ashes

In the heart of the empire, House Velcraven stood as a legend of power, feared for their dark blood magic and ruthless might. Their name was synonymous with strength, their red eyes a mark of nobility, and their rituals a gateway to unearthly force. At the center of their bloodline was Katherine, the youngest heir, born under a prophecy that declared her the future of her house. Her birth was marked by tragedy: her mother perished in childbirth, a sign of strength according to Velcraven tradition, for to kill in birth was to claim dominion. Yet this triumph was short-lived. When Katherine completed her Rite of Passage—drinking the blood of her ancestors—she gained the power of twenty men, but at a price: her very life would now depend on the blood she drained from others. No longer could she live in peace; she must feed or succumb to death. But the day of her ascension brought more than just power. She began seeing visions—cryptic whispers from the past, a woman shrouded in shadows, who seemed to be her long-dead ancestor. The woman shows her a vision of destruction, and of a war that would tear her house apart. Before Katherine could warn her family, the great houses of the empire, in league with the emperor himself, set their treacherous scheme in motion. Stormhold, the Velcraven ancestral castle, was engulfed in flames. Her father, seeing her gift as a sign of ancient power, managed to send Katherine away in secret, safeguarding the last hope of the Velcraven bloodline. But her family stayed behind to face the slaughter, their names lost to the ravages of war. Alone in a foreign land, Katherine must learn to survive, to feed, and to rebuild her house to its former glory. The blood of her ancestors courses through her veins, guiding her path as she seeks vengeance against the cowardly houses that betrayed her—and the emperor who plotted her house’s downfall. With visions haunting her every step and the weight of her lineage upon her shoulders, Katherine will carve her way through a world that knows nothing of House Velcraven and everything of its wrath.
RyoInThaBassu · 742 Views

She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
_frieyaVida · 2.6M Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 683.3K Views
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