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A Sound Of Thunder Science

Tale of a Phoenix

Humans, a species considered to be weak, selfish, cruel, egoistic and ignorant. A species who didn't carry any special trait or power. But, what's to happen when a girl, weak and easily manipulated, changes the fate of the three worlds? What's going to happen when a mere human is set to destroy Heaven, Earth, and Hell as we know it? Will she be able to be stopped? Or will the three worlds be destroyed? ~~~~ " 'Cough' Help 'Cough' Please help" A voice as gentle as flowing water, a voice as soft and smooth as honey kept on pleading. Pleading to humans of Earth, pleading to deities of Heavens, just to save her life. Just because she didn't want to die. She wanted to live. A little girl, who was entrapped in the burning house, who has been more innocent than the word innocence itself. A girl, who is even more pure than the flames of Holy Fire. The girl who is more sacred than the water of Holy river Ganga. She was pleading to each and every creature of this Universe, just because she didn't want to die. *Boom!* But as if even the gods don't have any mercy towards this little girl, the entire house exploded out with flames engulfing each and everything including her. ~~ 'My lady, we can save her.' The bird side of the phoenix stated. ' I know.' The heavily fatigued phoenix replied, who was finding it more and more difficult to stay put her eyes open. After all, for the goddess of rebirth and reincarnation, it is damn easy to revive this person. ' Then, what is concerning you, my lady?' Bird asked, curiously. 'Her.' She replied honestly. Despite the tiredness taking toll on her, she was still completely clear-headed. ' Why?' Bird asked. 'She is a weakling. I don't want to waste my breath saving an unworthy individual.' She replied, as if she was in a great dilemma. 'My Lady, is she reminding you.. of your past self.' Bird asked, with little hesitation. After all, there was a time, when this Phoenix used to be stupid, innocent, carefree yet a complete weakling, too. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kirtirajput · 193.1K Views

Fall of a King, Rise of a Villain

‘My enemy, my friend, my love, my pain. He was everything and more to me. My protector and my warden. Most importantly, especially for you, he was my leash.’ ________ Ísar Jovevski, the King of Ogronevia. Praised as a good king, a blessing from the gods, a mighty king. Kind and benevolent king. The greatest King in the kingdom’s history, never mind that his bloody ascension was a bad omen. A man holding a darkness that could consume him as well as everyone around him, if not for his childhood friends. If not for his love for Xinghua Li. Imperial Son Li Xinghua of the Qianlong Empire. A prince, a martial artist, a warrior and Ísar’s childhood friend. The only person in the world that was able to make Ísar nervous and stumble over his words. He loved him. A kind of love where he could not breathe nor exist if the other were not in his life. The kind of love where one’s heart jumped to the throat from a mere smile. The kind of love that turned into a double-edged sword. Where if it were lost—no—broken, the pieces would harm all. And none could’ve avoided the cuts of its shards. _______________ [Excerpt] The shores were stained with thick, black blood. The stench of rotten corpses filled the air as the ocean’s breeze swept over his kneeling form. Ísar stared at the endless void that was the ocean. He barely registered the tears running down his cheeks as he watched the sun rise. The celestial source slowly moved high above his little kingdom and Ísar continued to stare. The screams coming from behind him were muffled background noise. “My King! My King, please! Please spare me!” He didn’t know who that was. The voice was familiar but nothing came to mind. It didn’t matter, in the end. Nothing truly mattered anymore. He squeezed the old and worn out plush toy close to his chest. The fabric was tearing and the little ox toy had never looked uglier. He stared down at it and with a sad smile and teary voice, he said, “You don’t smell like him anymore. Nothing smells like him anymore. Please come back. Please. I miss you, my big star. I miss you.” _________ Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe and Gothic Themes [FKRV is a tragedy fantasy romance with both positive (found family, childhood friends, first loves) and negative themes (loss, grief, loneliness, suicidal ideation, murder). There will also be more mature chapters in the future which I’ll put a R18 warning for. Happy reading!]
itoade · 226.9K Views
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