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the battle logs of the formation master

I finally got this idiotic thing working. I have been trying to get the Thought Logger to work for the last two weeks.  Well, I guess that I should not waste my time anymore and just introduce myself. (I don't know how long I can keep this activated.) My name is Anthony Sevenstars, and I am a formation mage.  I know, I know. It is rare to see formation mages associated with the guard corps. We guards are supposed to be diplomats first and foremost, as quick with praise as with threats. We are supposed to be as cool as a cucumber.  It is hard to imagine me as any of those. I am the guy you meet with when you have a fort to blow up. (How I got my position as a guard is a long story in itself.) I guess I should speak about the mission. I will be honest, I have not been able to learn much about the mission. (Don't blame me. I have been busy keeping our ship flying.) All I know is that we are dealing with the Snowwind Empire. Let's just say that some things have happened in the last year, and they are on the verge of becoming our enemies. All I know is, I am supposed to maintain diplomacy with them (I should manage this.), prevent them from becoming our enemies (this is something that I am dreading.). In the process, I might get to blow up a few of our enemies. (I will do this very well indeed.) Damn it, why is th.. Connec...... Brea.. No.. note 1- my publishing schedule is going to be Monday-wednesday-friday note 2- if you like my work, you should check out my patreon. i don't have any tiers ready yet but any membership will boost my motivation to work on this. this is my patreon link - patreon.com/tengen1410 note 3- I am significantly ahead on royal road webpage. so if you like my work you can go there and check out what is going on.
tengen1410 · 47.3k Views

CROWNED IN CRIMSON

The night at the Lockwood estate was thick with the scent of jasmine and the unspoken weight of a hundred years. I stood on the balcony, the music from the ballroom fading into a haunting hum, and for a moment, the world felt still. Then, the air changed. Silas stepped out of the shadows, his presence a cooling balm to the fever of the evening. When he looked at me, it wasn’t just my face he saw—it was my soul, the broken parts I had tried so hard to hide. He reached out, his hand hovering near mine, hesitant, as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to wake from. "You look like a memory," he whispered, his emerald eyes bright with a sorrow that mirrored my own. "But you feel like the future. I’ve spent a century in the dark, Lyra, just waiting for a light I didn't believe existed until I saw you." His touch was a soft frost, a promise of protection, a love that wanted to mend the cracks in my heart. For a heartbeat, I believed in miracles. I believed I could be more than the girl who survived the bridge. But then, a shadow cut through the moonlight. Jax was leaning against the stone railing, a glass of amber liquid in his hand and a smirk that felt like a blade. He didn't look at me with reverence; he looked at me with a hunger that made my blood sing in terror and desire. He stepped into my space, displacing the peace Silas had brought, smelling of woodsmoke and a dangerous, beautiful ruin. "Don't listen to him, little bird," Jax drawled, his blue eyes raking over me with a lethal intensity. "He wants to worship you in a cathedral of lies. I want to show you the truth. My brother loves the saint he thinks you are. I love the chaos I know is hidden beneath that pretty skin." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear, a stark contrast to Silas’s chill. "He’ll catch your fall, Lyra. But I’m the one who will teach you how to fly in the dark." I stood between them—the moon and the storm. One offered a sanctuary built on secrets; the other offered a throne built on blood. And as I looked from the emerald gaze of the man who wanted to save me to the icy stare of the man who wanted to claim me, I realized the terrifying truth. I didn't just look like the woman who destroyed them. I was the spark that would finally set their world on fire. In the shadow of Mystic Ridge, the hunt for a heart has begun. One love will crown her. The other will bleed her dry.
Lolochou · 14.7k Views

Claimed by the vampire prince

Content Warning: Contains mature themes that may be unsuitable for underaged readers. Excerpt Ragnar finally looked up. His eyes roamed her face, then dropped lower and lingered just a second too long. “Careful, princess. Keep taunting me like that and I’ll start thinking you like our nightly sparring.” “And if I did?” Her voice was soft now. Almost playful. “Would you stop pretending that you don't like it when I challenge you?” He rose from his seat slowly until he stood toe to toe with her. “Tell me something, Circe.” She tilted her chin up. “What?” “If I kissed you right now… Would you slap me, stab me, or kiss me back?” Her breath hitched. “That depends.” “On?” “How good the kiss is.” A pause. Something hummed between them, something neither of them dared name. Ragnar’s gaze dropped to her mouth. “Do you want me to find out?” She smiled, slow and wicked. “Make it worth the risk.” **** She was forced to marry the man who led the attack on her people. After her father is murdered, Circe is forced to leave her home and become a prisoner of the enemy. When she is taken to the enemy territory, she expects to be tortured physically in every way imaginable. But what she hadn't expected was for the vampire king to offer her up as a bride to his illegitimate son, the very same man that had her people slaughtered. It was a fate worse than torture. With her little brother's life on the line and with nowhere to run, Circe is forced to succumb to her fate. Right then she vowed in the name of her dead father to bring her husband to his knees. She would have her revenge, even if it meant destroying herself in the process. From the first time Prince Ragnar laid eyes on Circe, he knew she was going to be trouble. But trouble had never looked so intriguing. She was a puzzle he couldn't solve and that fact only drew him closer. Like a moth to a flame, she threatened to consume him. She would be his very own demise. Circe's presence in Lamora awoke something sinister, a malicious entity roaming the lands. From dusk till dawn, the streets of Lamora becomes engulfed in a strange fog and from within the voice of a woman can be heard. Anyone who wanders out at night when the fog comes, vanishes seemingly without a trace. Never to be found again. what happens when Circe's brother becomes a victim of this evil presence? What happens when Circe has no other choice but to team up with her husband, who she despises, in order to find the truth behind the disappearances and the evil magic plaguing their lands.
Blessing_Nwodo_16 · 348k Views

Final Life Online

Final Life Online is a 10th-generation, full-dive VRMMO game developed through the collaboration of companies from across the globe. The game was initially designed as a virtual utopia, a place where players could spend their entire lives after retirement, earn a living, and even shape a new reality. Despite its deep and serious intent, the game became an escape for most players, who gave up on its true objective and chose instead to simply enjoy living in the virtual world as if it were reality. Only a few elite guilds still aimed to beat the game, chasing the incredible rewards promised to those who succeeded. The stakes were high — any player who could defeat the game's final challenge would be rewarded with 20% ownership in the top 1,000 companies in the real world. Yet, as the years passed, no one was able to conquer it. Now, a decade later, the game has become a battleground for the top guilds, all vying for that elusive victory and its earth-shaking rewards. Suddenly, the perspective shifts to a figure standing by the window, looking out into the fading light. A soft breeze ruffles the curtains as he gazes at the massive poster of Final Life Online plastered on the building across the street, its vibrant colors a stark contrast to the dullness of his room. He mutters to himself, his voice a mere whisper against the cacophony of the city below. "And I... am Flynn Blade." The name feels foreign on his tongue, a remnant of a past life he can barely remember. And I have reincarnated in this Doomed world, But no more as I am here now. ***** Flynn, a reincarnator from another world, finds himself preparing for the launch of Final Life Online, a virtual reality game with world-changing stakes. In his previous life, Final Life Online was just a novel, but now he knows it’s far more than just a game. It's humanity's last chance to prepare for a catastrophic apocalypse set to hit Earth in ten years. To make sure the world takes it seriously, the game’s rewards are extraordinary, including shares in top companies and a “World Owner” title with unparalleled power. Flynn has an edge over other players because he knows the game’s true purpose from the start, thanks to reading from the perspective of Max, the story's main character. Max is a regressor who, like Flynn, will join the game today. Max is set to choose one of the strongest classes, but Flynn knows about an even more powerful class that Max didn’t know existed. This class once made another player the second-strongest in the world, nearly on par with Max, despite the fact that Max had multiple advantages like special equipment and cheats. Flynn plans to take this class for himself, aiming to surpass even Max in strength and gather enough power to survive the coming apocalypse. Though he has never met Max personally, Flynn's knowledge of Max’s journey gives him the insight he needs to prepare. His ultimate goal is not just to become stronger, but to protect himself and those he cares about from the impending disaster.
Enigmatic_Dream · 298.6k Views