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Loki Force Feeds Golden Apples To The Avengers

The Rise Of Loki

A lone figure stood amid the wreckage of where once reigned a pantheon, his broad back radiating an unfathomable aura of power as his golden irises swept over the debris that once housed some of the most powerful existences in this universe. "oh.. you survived that ?" Loki asked with a hint of surprise as his eyes fell on the bloodied blue-haired God barely clinging to life a few meters away Poseidon couldn't even muster the strength to respond as his eyes stared at Loki in pure terror. His mind couldn't help but think, 'What did my brother do to offend such an existence?!' Suddenly, Poseidon felt a cold chill run down his spine as a gust of wind flew passed him, before he could muster the strength to turn and face what could possibly make him feel more dreadful than the green-haired demon before him, the demon uttered three words that made his blood run cold "Fenrir.. eat him." ========= This story is strictly fictional. It revolves around a down-and-out Loki who rises to the pinnacle of existence. It will have some similarities to what is already known in the myths; however, due to my lack of knowledge on the matter, most of the story is entirely original, with only a few elements added as I learn more through my research along the way. As I said, it's strictly fictional. ========= NOTE: I am not a professional writer and have zero experience. This is honestly just to gain experience as well as a hobby but constructive criticism is always welcomed. I will try to upload 2-4 chapters a week with each chapter having at least 1200 words
wrd2jordz · 8.7K Views

Golden Enclosed

Shi ZhenXian slid his boot across the mud and nearly fell off the mountain. What an idiot! He thought to himself, gritting his teeth. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had been in such difficulty during a fight. The night before the Taoist cultivator could not resist the temptation to drink the liquor that he had longed to taste; so, as soon as the first sip slipped into his throat, all sense of responsibility vanished just as quickly. The Taoist blinked twice, looked at the empty flask in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. That joy was as immense as it was fleeting. He didn't even have time to think that he fell backwards on the wooden floor with a thud. "Ahahah ...", a light laugh escaped from his lips "What the fuck have I done". His vows required him to abstain from worldly pleasures, which included wine. - At the end, Shi ZhenXian imprisoned the man he was fighting with. He went to see him to try spilling something out of him, and in the moment the man saw Shi ZhenXian, his eyes widened and his face twisted into a grimace of shock and fear. He opened his mouth and it seemed clear to everyone what he was about to do. He was about to bite his tongue off! Shi ZhenXian's he ran towards the prisoner and blocked his jaw with his hand, placing the hollow between his fingers and thumb between the man's teeth. They sank into Shi ZhenXian's hand, who did not bat an eye, but remained still, restraining him by the head. “Not so fast.”
Silver_light_s · 13K Views

Golden Hearkening

Purpose: The focus of this book is the development of August, the protagonist(s), and the development of his philosophies. Power is important, but being powerful isn't the primary focus of this book. --- Synopsis: August was born on Earth, a genius born into a wealthy family who wanted for nothing. Depression was a constant, however, which eventually led to his suicide. Feeling that nobody cared, he relinquished his luxury in a spoiled fit. During his travel into this world, August had split into two copies. Damon, named after what August had mistakenly called him at first, a demon, had been trapped in a great sword, while August inhabited a corpse. August only harbored the ordinary trivial sadness, confusion, and discomfort, but Damon was losing his mind. Minds are meant to have an affiliated physiology; without one, it destroys itself. Damon had to find a magical solution and find a new vessel before he became a slave to his insanity. He had made a bet: he would find a vessel before time left his side. If he won, he would win his life and his mind back; if he lost, August would kill him, as Damon made him swear to. --- Excerpts: Damon broke August's stupor, saying, "As soon as I arrived and figured some things out, I noticed that something was off. It took me a long while to find out what it was, but I think I now know what it is." "I can't feel anything anymore. I don't have anything in the way of emotions. I'm aware of the concept and I'm aware of the fact that I should feel them, but I don't. And now, I don't know what to do. I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want." "Take me. Do something to me. Please. Or kill me at least. Destroy me, if you'll do nothing else." - A black great sword with ruby inlays sprouted from the chest of a burning Elvish corpse. The flames licked the blood, puss, and flesh on its blade before eventually devouring them, too, and being reflected in its ruby inlays that ran from its hilt to where the sword disappeared, the elf's chest. Smoke engulfed the sword, giving Damon's namesake more meaning, mimicking a common sight in hell. August dragged the meat over and cooked the fetid harvest in the heat of a smoldering corpse. - Misery has always loved company, so he held no compassion for them. He cared that he had crossed the boogeyman line of murder, but he was still the subject of his thoughts. In his degenerate and corrupt character, an unholy and evil union thrived; his hedonism and nihilism had been wed and birthed this vile narcissism. --- Releases: I plan to release a chapter every day, barring the odd happening that prevents me from writing. Each chapter ought to be from 1.2k-2.2k words at an average of approx. 1.4k. It could be more than that or it could be slightly less than that, but I do plan to release every day at 19:00 UTC+8.
Aespekson · 18.4K Views
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