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DESTINY GAMES

DESTINY GAMES. It has been 85 years since Earth-11 became aligned with Yggdrasil and 73 years since Icon became the first demigod from Earth. Icon, as the first demigod, was privileged to weave the thread of fate for everyone. He was supposed to cut off Yggdrasil and free Earth-11 from the grasps of the other Earths and their god kings. That's why everyone helped him climb the tower of Destiny. But instead of ridding earth of Yggdrasil, he turned the destiny of mankind into seven rings of immortality.  The first ring was for the immortality of power. The second was for the immortality of the knowledge. The third, fourth, fifth, and sixth were for the immortality of the mind, energy, body, and soul. The last ring, the ring of the paragon, was made to rule them all.  Icon kept the ring of the paragon for himself and became a dictator. He ruled with an iron fist for many years. His was a reign of terror. But he was eventually vanquished by the collective effort of the world.  It has been 62 years since then. Icon is no more, but the damage he had done still remains. Earth-11 is still connected to Yggdrasil. The deadly games of the Tower of Destiny still remain, and the fight for the seven rings of immortality still continues.  Kelvin Thorn has just awakened his ability. It came at a good time too since he is running for his life. The ability he awakened saved him, but it came with a cost. He must climb the tower of destiny under the witness of the whole world and accumulate destiny, or he will die.  His situation is not unique. Everyone that awakens, which is mostly everyone, must climb the tower of destiny. It is one of the curses that Icon left behind before he died. But Thorn is different because the seventh ring found him.  The tower of destiny is where everyone granted power by destiny, be they humans, non-humans, or otherworlders, must fight in games of might, skill, and knowledge to gather the power of destiny. They will either die or eventually overcome death. Kelvin will be one of the latest in the line of billions of others in this struggle. DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/Ku2gqaHz
DMadLord · 411.5K Views

Glitchy Dungeon Sim: What do you mean I need to have s*x to survive!?

Ilse thought her breakup with Ana was final—a clean, mutual parting. But Ana couldn't let go. For three days, Ana's obsessive texts, voicemails, and relentless stalking pushed Ilse to the edge. Blocking her didn't work; ignoring her didn't help. One dull, lonely night, Ilse tries to drown her stress with cheap beer, a vibrator, and an old dungeon-crawling RPG. Halfway through, her phone buzzes: an anonymous call. Ana. The sound of her voice sends Ilse into a panic. She screams, tells her to stay away, slams the phone down—but minutes later, there's a knock at the door. Ana is there, eyes wide and manic, clutching a knife and an ancient, bloodstained book. Ana chants something in a language that doesn't belong in this world. The blade plunges into Ilse's body, followed by a desperate, cuddle. As Ilse's vision fades, After being given a choice by an entity. Ilse wakes up somewhere else. A glitchy, corrupted world stretches before her, where reality bends like an old game on the verge of crashing. Naked, vulnerable, and utterly classless, Ilse stumbles through a bizarre urban sprawl, barely surviving. Living off mana pockets. A battle priestess, share's her energy with her. Giving her a choice, to play this world like a game or to succumb to the cycle. In this world, mana is life. And the most potent way to leech it? Through acts of intimacy. Ilse is thrust into a twisted realm where sex isn't just survival—it's power. However corruption threatens to change it all for the worse. **** UPDATES MONDAYS TUESDAYS WEDNESDAYS
Lewdwhisperer · 2.2K Views

Dare to Be Mine

She hadn’t expected to be cornered like this, not here, not now. His tall frame loomed over her, blocking any escape as he stood inches from her, pinning her to the wall with his presence alone. His hand rested just above her head, his fingers brushing the cool surface of the locker, creating a barrier that trapped her in place. Her breath caught, her heart thundering in her chest as she realized how little space was left between them. His eyes were dark, full of something she couldn’t decipher but desperately wanted to understand. He stared at her, not saying anything at first, just letting the silence stretch between them. She could feel her pulse race, her face flushing, her body frozen, even though she wanted to push him away. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked, his voice smooth, teasing, and filled with a challenge. There was something in the way he spoke, something that made her stomach twist with a mixture of confusion and excitement. She opened her mouth to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come. Her hands hung at her sides, unsure whether to push against his chest or hold herself back. She couldn’t tell if she wanted him to step closer or if she just wanted to run far away from the intensity that radiated from him. “Stop…” she murmured, but the word felt too weak, too powerless against the gravity pulling them together. “What do you want from me?” His lips curled into a small, almost predatory smile. “I want you to stop pretending you don’t feel it,” he said softly, his gaze never leaving hers. His closeness was suffocating, but in the most intoxicating way. The tension between them was palpable, like a storm ready to break. She could feel the heat of his body against hers, could hear the steady rhythm of his breathing as if they were the only two people in the world. She wanted to fight back, wanted to be strong and resist, but something in her—something deep inside—kept her rooted to the spot. He was her classmate, the guy everyone knew, the one with that effortless confidence that made all the girls swoon. And now here he was, making her feel things she wasn’t sure how to deal with. Her hands trembled, caught between pushing him away and giving in to the wild, dizzying pull she felt toward him. She was terrified, but there was also a spark of curiosity, of something she couldn’t quite control. “I’m not… ready for this,” she whispered, though her voice shook with uncertainty. “I don’t even know what you’re doing.” He didn’t answer right away, his gaze softening just enough to let her know that he was listening, that he wasn’t in a rush. He leaned in slightly, his breath brushing against her cheek. “I think you do,” he murmured. “You just don’t want to admit it yet.” Amidst the whirlwind of school friendships, and the pressure. Can anyone dare to be open to the possibility with someone who seems so unreachable?
Nero_Zone · 11.1K Views
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