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Hermione And Loki

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
Jordzfml · 3K Views

Remembrance And Recollection

Wishes are subjective, and those who are reborn are nothing but hypocrites unworthy of the first. Words crumble to ashes, and memories of their origins resonate within fractured bodies. Amid a dream that is no mere illusion but a radiant illumination, shadows grow deeper, and the truth reveals itself, a child’s dream begins. I woke up in a world of uncertainty, a realm twisted and cruel, where swords clash, blood stains the ground, and monstrous beasts stalk the living. Flying ships drift above boundless chains that shackle the sky, while wars rage endlessly with weapons both ancient and unknown. It’s a place where beauty and terror coexist, where joy flickers like a fragile flame before being consumed by shadow. I am Celm, a man whose memories feel like shards of glass, fractured, distant, and painful. I don’t know who I truly am or why this world feels both alien and hauntingly familiar. The forsaken lands around me pulse with disasters and despair, as people endure a cycle of torment they cannot escape. And yet, hidden within this chaos lies a haunting beauty, a world that shifts and bends under the weight of forgotten truths. In this labyrinth of suffering and wonder, whispers of the Forsaken World linger, a place where the truth is absolute, where the laws of other realms erode, and where even gods lose their divinity. Every step I take feels like a descent into something deeper, a dream interwoven with reality and riddled with secrets. What is my place in this nightmare? What lies at the heart of a dream so vivid it burns brighter than light itself? I don’t know where the path leads, but I do know one thing: the truth, however unbearable, cannot be avoided forever.
preachingBombs · 9.6K Views
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