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Black Magus

What kind of realm would you choose to live in after digitizing your mind? For Amun, that was a magical world where he could be free to learn until his end of days. What he got was to become the living god of a vast realm in an odd universe. A being who'd be born with the world. And later stripped of it all. A being of juxtaposition and contradictions. A sinner and a saint. A wise sage and a genius scientist. A loving creator and a baleful explorer. An elf and a devil, living in a world of might and magic. But all is not what it seems. Peace is fleeting. Figures loom in the light. Forms strafe through the trees. And one Amun is woefully ignorant to the ways of a realm so ripe for change. Yet he is one who cannot help but change it. So he devotes himself to forming the greatest guild the Mortal Plane has ever seen, intending to change his world and others for the better. And yet, somewhere along the line of his undying march, Amun evolved into the being all denizens of the Mortal Plane either revered; or feared. The Black Magus. *** This novel’s lore, story, and characters are entirely fictitious. Certain long-standing countries, institutions, organizations, agencies, public offices, etc. are/may be mentioned, but their histories and the characters involved are wholly imaginary. *** This novel’s lore, story, and characters are entirely fictitious. Certain long-standing countries, institutions, organizations, agencies, and public offices are mentioned, but their histories and the characters involved are wholly imaginary. Look for the story on RR. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/202907/fictions
Liden_Snake · 330.6K Views

Paint me yours

Andrew’s voice cut through the stillness of the hallway, sharp and unyielding. “I don’t like you going around with him.” Each word was laced with a fierce determination that Isabelle had never heard before. The timid boy she once knew was gone, replaced by a man of confidence and undeniable strength. Isabelle didn’t flinch, her gaze steady as she met his. “He is my fiancé, Andrew,” she replied, her voice a cool and composed. While her eyes challenged him with a strength of her own. “And you must learn to respect him. He is the crown prince of Labiya.” “Let me tell you, my lady,” he whispered, leaning in until his breath was warm against her lips. His deep, black eyes never left hers, pulling her into his gaze, drowning her in it. His voice was a low, seductive growl as he pressed her even further into the wall, their lips a whisper away from touching. “My crush vanished before I could even tell her how I felt, before I could confess,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion. “But the truth is, Isabelle, that crush was you. It’s always been you. The one I fell in love with. The one I want to fu#k. The one I want to kiss. The one I want to touch. The one whose calm, collected facade I want to shatter.” This is a slow novel, where the story and character development are given importance. Andrew is a farm boy who lives with his frail uncle, and his life has been a mystery even to himself. He wants to know many things: how his mother died, who Lady Isabelle is, and who he truly is. Has he always been just an ordinary farm boy? What is the motive behind the escort to the Moon Manor? Read about how a kind and helpful boy turns vicious and evil for one woman, and how the darkness he once feared becomes his comfort.
Easy_kitty · 4.1K Views

Blue Paint

"Hey, want to be reincarnated?" It all started with that simple question, sure it wasn't said exactly in that way or context but it's all the same, the events remained the same... and so did its effects, its effects on both her story and on herself. Mysterious beings sending people across the many worlds through a cafe and their strange sense of doing things have brought her into an experience that she would either regret experiencing or look back on as necessary suffering. An alien planet of human-looking people who display power and skills of unique origin. With blasters, air rifles, railguns, flying ships, flying cars, spaceships, teleporters, and enormous rings, she woke to find herself in a world that was foreign to her with all forms of objects that she could only dream of. They continuously went against what she thought to be humanly possible, though I guess that is no longer a valid thought to have, they however have predetermined thoughts about her. The people there despised her existence, they wished for her pain, her suffering, her death... Throughout many years of pain and suffering, she still found a way to come out on top, she found a way to prove her existence ignoring all that was done to her and said about her. Like a bolt of lightning, she came quickly, she came loudly, and she left her presence in the hearts and minds of the people she encountered, for that was what she desired, for however much they wanted her erasure and disappearance she wanted them to be reminded of her presence even more. Blue Paint. Her hair and eyes cultivate the paint that is splattered across the canvas that is her, and the pain she amasses shall be the brush she uses to plaster said paint. At the end of the journey even with the many things, she shall experience on the way her mind will always go back to when she was asked that very simple question. "Hey, do you want to be reincarnated?" *** Extra Tags – Gender-bender, Action, Adventure, War, etc. Chapter length - 1500 - 2700 One chapter a week. (No promises) COVER IS NOT MINE, I am not the cover's rightful owner. If the original artist wants it taken down then please contact me! Discord: https://discord.gg/cBKysw4VFx
Pasithea_Midnight · 186.4K Views
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