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Demigods Go Back In Time To Camp Half Blood

Strongest Demigod System

The year is 2055, and the world is being ravaged by monsters born from the veil, called Daemons. The only hope of humanity standing against these monsters are the Demigods who possess Divine Blessings from the Celestials. Azrael Mortis was a gifted demigod chosen by Thanatos, the personification of death. He possessed extraordinary talent in battle and a work ethic that pushed his body to its very peak, but an unfortunate turn of events when he was only one year old left him with no God Aspect that would allow him to fight against the Daemons. Azrael was already prepared for a life where he would never be able to become the strongest due to his disability. But as a new chapter of Azrael's life opened, he was presented with an opportunity by Thanatos—one that would grant him the power he had desperately wanted, in exchange for his humanity. ... "I do not give out opportunities lightly, Azrael. I shall only present you with my hand once, and never again. Take my blade and become my Angel of Death, and in exchange, I shall give you power. All the power you ever wished for and more. Power beyond your wildest dreams. What is your answer?" "I don't care what I have to do. If I can become stronger, I would even sell you my soul." "Then may this oath be witnessed by the River Styx. From this moment forward, you shall be known as Azrael, the Angel of Death." ... Leave a review if you like the novel and feel free to go crazy with the comments. I'll really appreciate it. And finally, Powerstones and GT are the life-blood of novels so I'd appreciate everything you can give.
Legioneer_1000 · 81.3K Views

Going Back In Time To Save My Wife

A/N - IT'S NOT FOCUSED ON ROMANCE I REPEAT IT'S NOT FOCUSED ON ROMANCE. there is romance but not that heavily focused. PEASE GIVE IT YOUR PRECIOUS 20MIN AND WRITE A REVIEW. ___________________________________ Leon's world shatters when his beloved wife, Mia, is struck by a rare and fatal disease. Driven to desperation, he steals a priceless artifact rumored to possess healing powers. His desperate act incurs the wrath of a powerful, shadowy organization, and Leon is brutally killed. But death isn't the end. He awakens to find himself bound to a mysterious System, a powerful entity that offers him a second chance: the ability to travel back in time. His mission: save Mia, his parents, and his friends from the tragedies that await them. Armed with knowledge of the future, Leon plunges back into the past. He navigates treacherous social circles, confronts his past mistakes, and races against time to alter the course of events. He uses the System's unique abilities to gain advantages, but he soon discovers that changing the past has unforeseen and often dangerous consequences. Each life he saves creates ripples, altering the future in unpredictable ways. The organization that killed him still lurks in the shadows, their influence even more pervasive in the past. They are aware of Leon's interference and are determined to stop him at any cost. As Leon fights to rewrite his history, he grapples with the moral implications of his actions. Can he truly control fate, or is he merely a pawn in a larger game? The System's motives remain shrouded in mystery, and Leon begins to question whether this second chance is a blessing or a curse. Will he succeed in saving his loved ones and forging a brighter future, or will the darkness that claimed him once before consume him again? The past is a dangerous place, and Leon's journey is a desperate gamble against time itself. ___________________________________ okay this is my first novel so give me some slack. English is not my first language so any mistake that you have noticed please comment on that paragraph or on chapter and if you can write a review that would be awesome. ___________________________________ 50 power stone - 1 bonus chapter 10 golden ticket - 1 bonus chapter 1 castle - 1 bonus chapter
BEYONDUNIVERSE · 4K Views

That Time I Failed Magic School and Got Sent Back To Time

Shings, once a student at the prestigious Canizares Magic High School, now lives a life of infamy as a feared bandit. Stripped of his magical abilities and filled with regret over his past failures, he is caught in an endless cycle of heists and escapes. However, his life takes a tragic turn when he is fatally stabbed by royal guards. Just as he slips into darkness, a sinister voice whispers, "The cycle begins." When Shings awakens, he finds himself inexplicably back in time, reliving the day of his entrance exam at Canizares Magic High School. Determined to change his fate, Shings embarks on a second chance to prove his worth. The grand opening ceremony, the Entrance Exam, and a powerful message from Principal Orahime remind him that the academy is where students push beyond their limits to unlock their true potential. Though his magic is weak and unimpressive, Shings refuses to accept failure. Using the knowledge and battle skills from his past life, he fights fiercely through the exam, overcoming obstacles with strategy and determination. His efforts pay off as he earns a Class C ranking, a vast improvement from his previous life. But the question still haunts him: Who was the man that killed him, and why was he sent back in time? With his journey just beginning, Shings is more determined than ever to rise above his past mistakes, uncover the mysteries surrounding his death, and carve his name into history.
LeafSylvan · 422 Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 704.5K Views

Half me and half...

"Get your hands off me!" she wrestled against my grip, so I held her even tighter. "Put this on!" I groaned, toiling to keep her in place and wishing again I’d worn the damn gloves. The feel of her warm skin under my arm and palm wasn’t helping my focus. "I'm not taking you home like this!" "You don't tell me what to do!" she snapped, thrashing to break free of my hold as I fumbled with the cloak in my other hand, trying to drape it over her bare shoulders. "I'm not going home! Let me go, I said!" "Did you really think I got you out of there just to let you wander the streets, almost naked, like a lunatic?" That stopped her. "What did you call me?!" "LU-NA-TIC." "You... You…! Take your hands off me, you insolent brute!" Enraged, she yanked her arm too abruptly and lost her balance. I caught her, wrapped her in the cloak, and threw her over my shoulder. "PUT ME DOWN!" She shrieked and flailed, but I ignored her, making my way to the Commander’s house, which, thanks to Braa, was only two streets away. Since the entire population was in the square for the ridiculous festival, no one intervened at the frantic cries of the wild creature. No wonder in the ten years I've known the Commander, I've never heard that he has a daughter. She must’ve been kept locked away. Strangely, she suddenly went still and quiet. Had she grown tired, worried about attracting attention, or finally realized how inappropriate it was to show up at her parents' doorstep in this state? She didn’t seem to care before. With every step, my anxiety grew—she was limp. "Hey!" No answer. Seriously?! "Hey, you!" Nothing. A bad feeling crept over me, so I pulled her off my shoulder and into my arms. Her head fell against my chest—unconscious. "Hey! Hey, you!" I shook her, but she didn’t react. Panic surged through me. Had she fainted? Had I held her too tight? Lifting her more securely, I sprinted toward the Commander's house.
Inemin · 114.2K Views
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