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Naruto Finds His Heritage

Divine Heritage: Only I Can Judge The gods

The seven Archons sat in the glory of the heavenly abode staring down at the measly planet below. So how shall we punish them for their sins? The Archon of Constructs - Theo, the Archon of Life - Lifae along with five others made a unanimous decision. "We shall plunge their world into the apocalypse." Unknown to them, one amongst them was not in agreement. The world stood still, the rain froze mid air as a figure so divine that starting upon her felt like sacrilege stood high up in the clouds. Even at her distance everyone could see her clearly and hear her illustrious voice. "People of earth, you have been found wanting and as such have been judged." Suddenly multiple golden chains descended upon the earth and burrowed deep into the soil as though to shackle the very planet. Multiple individuals seemingly chosen at random saw strange screens flash in front of their faces as a mark was etched upon them. "Apocalypse shall now descend upon humanity." Among those chosen was a boy named Ark, a poor impoverished kid who had nothing to his name. That very day, he became the one of the first generation of the marked, the key to turning his life around now lay in his hands. But unknown to him he had received a very different power from what others had gotten, the god-Console. And waiting for him was a rather devious power. [god-Console Initiated] [Analyzing Host] [Unwinding Limits] There was just one little drawback... Discord-> https://discord.gg/ShvP6UjxNS (speak with the author, exclusive character art and more!)
Zedee · 1.7K Views

His Charisma

Kiefer knew when he had contracted the Weave. He would suffer incessant nosebleed, raging headaches, auditory and visual hallucinations and occasionally lose consciousness. Those were the major symptoms of the Weave. These symptoms would continue for what seemed like forever. Scraping away at his increasingly fragile mind, rendering every night more fearful than the last. -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•-•- When the clock would strike midnight, his sheets could usually be found slick with sweat, sticking to his body and getting even more soaked. Kiefer would try to move his limbs but they never really responded. His eyelids were shut tightly as he couldn't even open them. He would struggle and struggle one too many times to open them but they weren't exceptions in whatever was happening to him. But his ears? His ears picked up every single sound that surrounded him. Sometimes, Kiefer would hear one too many voices speaking at the exact same time, that they began translating into bundles and bundles of gibberish. His head ached terribly and he could do absolutely nothing about it. Trauma. While his eyes were shut, visions of vile and rabid monsters would charge at him from caves and clearings he could never quite make out. Their eyes, bloodshot, their teeth more like fangs dripping with crimson red blood, trying so desperately to rip the poor boy apart. Trauma. Kiefer would now and then try his hardest to wake himself up from the turbulent nightmare but it really did seem like the Weave hadn't had enough fun with him. -•-•-•- Kiefer would occasionally find himself tethering on the edge of the narrowest piece of boulder on what seemed to be a cliff. Looking down, his eyes would widen and his face would contort with fear as molten magma thrashed turbulently just few inches below his feet, burning and scalding his feet repeatedly. Then, all too suddenly, the cliff would melt and Kiefer would find himself falling back-first, his hands fluttering in the air, trying to grab onto whatever came into his grip to save himself. A guttural scream would escape his lips and echo off the far walls as he plunged deep into the boiling magma. -•-•-•- He wakes up with a start every new day, his forehead slick with sweat, his nightwear damp and his hair even damper. Soon, Kiefer didn't need a diviner to tell him the Weave was out for his heart. SUPPORT THIS NOVEL TO KEEP US MOTIVATED!!! FOLLOW INSTA ACCOUNT @guordio_masetti
guordio_masetti · 9.6K Views

Finding Him (BxB+)

Kalypso "Kali" Brunn was searching. He was trying to find someone he once knew well, someone he'd lost without even realizing. Kali needed the man who could wholeheartedly love himself and the company of others yet live happily, even alone. That someone wouldn't need another leading their life, completely shaping every thought he had, each action he performed, and the emotions he'd felt. He simply had to see that man's lost smile once more, a smile so true and pure, and he believed the Black Manor was the best place to look. It was the perfect home for Kali to find himself again. A peaceful, private, and honest(deceptively so) abode for him to relax and heal in. It seemingly had the most perfect conditions. The only downside of the new arrangement would be that he's yet to shake off his loneliness. He's determined to get along with his new housemates, but it's proven to be hard, especially as half of them blatantly ignore him and the other half downright hate his mere presence. But who's to say the future won't change? Perhaps his clumsy, self-deprecating ways will finally garner him some much-needed attention. Maybe they'll see just how much he needs someone to stand by him, even if he happens to claim otherwise for pride's sake... Or suppose they could continue to ignore him until he stays forever stuck in his regrettable past. Kali doesn't want to think about the 'scumbag' he ran away from or the friends that hurt him. They didn't deserve his tears any more than he deserved the emotional turmoil he'd suffered through.
Shady_Sunflower · 2.8K Views

Finding love in the shadows

Anterors a cupid, brimming with youthful enthusiasm, dreams of ruling over the realm of love alongside his father, the esteemed Cupid King Amor. However, his attempts to inspire love with his bow and arrow are met with unexpected resistance. His arrows seem to lose their magic, falling harmlessly to the ground. Despondent, Anterors confronts his father, who reveals a crucial truth: true power in the realm of love lies not in forced affection, but in genuine healing. To prove his worth, Cupid must mend the broken heart of Anna, a young woman whose life was irrevocably altered by the sudden and tragic loss of her parents in a car accident. Anna, grappling with the profound grief and trauma of the accident, has built impenetrable walls around her heart. Haunted by the memory of her parents, she struggles with intense grief, fear, and a deep-seated distrust of the world. She has sworn off love, believing it to be a cruel illusion, and has become cynical and withdrawn. Anterors, initially hesitant, embarks on a challenging journey to reach Anna. He must navigate the complexities of human emotions, understand the depth of Anna's pain, and ultimately earn her trust. He must learn to recognize the subtle signs of her trauma – the flashbacks, the anxiety, the emotional numbness – and offer support and comfort without intruding on her grief. Along the way, Anterors discovers that true love is not about grand gestures or fleeting infatuations. It's about empathy, understanding, and the courage to face vulnerability. He learns to listen to Anna's story, to validate her feelings, and to offer genuine comfort and support. Slowly, Anna begins to open her heart to Cupid, not as a symbol of love, but as a compassionate friend. As their bond deepens, Anterors realizes that true healing comes from within, and his role is to simply guide and support Anna on her journey of self-discovery and recovery. Through his experiences with Anna, Anterors discovers the true meaning of love – not as a force to be wielded, but as a powerful force for healing and growth. He learns that genuine love requires patience, understanding, and the courage to be vulnerable himself. In the end, Anna's heart begins to mend, not because of Anterors magical arrows, but because of the genuine connection they have forged. Cupid, having learned the true essence of his powers, proves himself worthy of the throne, not as a king of forced affections, but as a king of hearts, a true Heartmender.
Jemimah_4804 · 1.4K Views

I rely on intangible cultural heritage to transform waste star

Rebirth through Time Travel] "I Rely on Intangible Cultural Heritage to Transform the Waste Planet" Introduction: [Planting + Food + Infrastructure Management Daily] In the year 4321 of Interstellar, the frozen Evelyn woke up on a waste planet. She wanted to grow flowers and fish, but unfortunately she was bound to the "Inheritance System". Faced with tens of thousands of inherited skills in the system, Evelyn was overwhelmed and wanted to lie down and give up immediately. Unfortunately, the waste planet was desolate and the environment was bad, which was not suitable for planting and retirement. In order to get rewards and improve his living environment, Evelyn had no choice but to learn various inheritances [Learn house building, food, medicine, martial arts, embroidery...] [Congratulations on completing the task, rewards include fields, forests, lakes, shopping malls, family planning supplies...] Later, there were millions of fertile fields on the abandoned planet, herds of livestock, and rich nutrition.    a priceless treasure that shocked the world was produced on the abandoned planet.   the Intangible Cultural Heritage College, the Science and Technology College, and the Immortal Cultivation College were opened on the waste planet.   …   the defeated waste star regained its vitality, with advanced medical care, advanced technology, and explosive combat power.   All races of people in the universe want to learn culture and technology.   Evelyn looked at the crowd of different races: Sorry, the natives of the ancient blue star are given priority. Special topics: Cool articles, food articles , farming infrastructure articles
Babun_Swapnil · 6.9K Views
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