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Can I stop the dragon god as a vampire

The war torn world of Eden is in complete turmoil by the fight between the two most powerful army's known by all the races. The dragon god looks down apon the world he and his friend Kyota, the creator god, in disgust. Kyota wishes for the world to be better, but the dragon god would destroy this pathetic rock made by his hands. Not wishing to fight his friend Kyota and the mighty dragon place a bet on the nature of the world itself. "Summon your champion," the mighty dragon gives Kyota the order bring a powerful entity into the world of Eden. This person was the one who was meant to bring peace to the world and unite all people. This was a terrible mistake. Alucard, the champion of Kyota, became the most feared creature of Eden and even Slayed the Dragon God. After doing so he became the new dragon god and was hell bent on turning Eden into a land of fire and bloodied corpses. Kyota, not being strong enough to defend against him, would soon fall. Using the last of his strength he gave the world one more chance by sealing Alucard Using his own body as the seal. Knowing it won't hold he cast one last act in his fading consciences. Taking from Alucard what made him so strong in the past and giving it to a soul who would hopefully be a better champion. Apon the death of a sick child, whose mother was praying to anyone who could here, a light carried his soul to what he thought would be the afterlife. " Save Eden and her people, and fix my mistake. I will do my best to give you all I can. Please help them." Kyotas' last request was given to this soul. Will it be strong enough to stop the dragon god. First novel please give feedback and hope you enjoy.
Phillip_Watlington · 12.3K Views

Stacy: The vampire

In some distant place, something terrible happens, A Young girl with just fifteen-year-old, who was missing for twenty Years, reappears with the same looks that she had when disappeared. The case seems simple, the story was that she was held captive without sun, fresh air, or proper food, therefore her body didn’t evolve but the truth was darker and more supernatural, and all of that comes to light When the daughter of the mayor of the same city, also disappears, just after her fifteenth birthday. Stacy was noticeably young, when she was discovered by a lookout that lived in an orphanage, and soon after she was discovered, she was adopted by a high society American woman, who made sure to expose her daughter as often as she possibly could. Her baptism name was Ana, but it was changed in the adoption and the career ascension. On her tenth birthday, she was one of the most well-paid kids’ models, earning even more than some adults. Her face was so pretty that seems to be made by computers graphics, there was no one who doesn’t desire be like her, the little girls from all over the country aspire to be like her, to have what she had. But the Stacy life was never perfect, on the contrary, often she thinks about suicide, but that was a though she escapes from it, whenever she could at least. Many people said that she wasn’t going to be beautiful forever, but when she was fourteen, she became even prettier although it seems impossible, given that she was already very gorgeous. The Search for emancipation of the foster mom, takes the security of Stacy away, she received messages twenty-four seven, they said that even her stepfather that had molested her when she as ten, was on to her, and her money. For some people, like her agent, booker and boyfriend, the emancipation was going to be very profitable, but for her mother, the former and the present stepfather, the emancipation wasn’t going to be a good thing. Everybody knew back then what was happening, the court fights, the rumors about she was involving herself with drugs and about the threads. But the apex was When she had a contract with a billionaire and a Romanian businessman and then, two days after her fifteen birthdays, she disappeared in the simplest possible way, without a leaving any traces behind. It was said that she had run away with a secret lover, or perhaps with the billionaire. Other people would say that the adoptive mother had killed her, with help from her stepfather. For the cops, the ex-stepfather had kidnapped her, that because he disappeared months later. A lot of theories was formulated, but none had been proved. The fortune of Stacy had been frozen and never been touched until the day that a reclaim was maid, by a supposed son of the missing model, as if it was not enough, images of herself was send to the police, and they had taken all as a bad joke. A story full of horror, mystery, thriller, vengeance, And hope.
Romanovic · 6.6K Views

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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
author_3 · 3.1K Views
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