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Crimson and Ashes

From the age long buried, of barbarianism, hidden beings, and things once called as a divine, the world eventually move forward. Earth finally arrive at their flourishing age where the truth of the past no longer matter anymore. History and record remained until now, lying in obscurity, but the truth of the past did not. Information Age. 18 June 2018. Horrors fall from the sky as the familiar blue skies is replaced by a cracked mirror, reflecting the scenery of different world. Each fallen point, represent the invasion of the foreign things, scream and terror towards the world. Apocalypse. The whole world is burning, Cities fall, Life were reaped without resistance. The flourishing Age ended in overnight. ... At the edge of death. Sinking into an endless sea, of Limbo. Where he is supposed to be. Hatred, and unwillingness fills his heart with the death of his loved one. Two hands reached out, vying for his remnant, domineering, a foreign will: undying hatred, seeking upon revenge towards the world, and a sleeping Serpent beneath the vast river of golden. Nothing left to said, he took a pact. ... Falling into a coma, nine months passed. Information Age. 11 March 2019. Awakening from the slumber of the past, the world was intact, Apocalypse never happened, no record, and no memory, history is forgotten for one day. Only him. Walking among the living once again, he pressed his nature and manner against the fundamental of existence until the gaze beyond the sky turned toward him. The force that fell from the sky, the Indescribable had not vanished. Withdrawn, it was searching for something, not for the worthless, but for him.
Leydddd · 27.8k Views

Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough to do anything. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. This is also a HAREM story. If you don't like that kind of thing, you will not upset me by not reading it. I'd prefer you didn't, honestly. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. Some things may change, as this is a work in progress. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 273k Views

DARKHEART

In a world where the fabric of reality is fraying, an ancient prophecy foretells the arrival of a demon whose power is destined to annihilate all life on Earth. As whispers of his coming spread, panic grips humanity, forcing the distinct factions of Seraphites, Netherites, and mundane humans to confront their own demons—both literal and figurative. The Seraphites, once revered as guardians, have become rigidly dogmatic, struggling against their own fears and doubts about faith. The Netherites, a society of outcasts mutated by demonic influence, wrestle with their monstrous natures and the primal instincts that threaten to consume them. Meanwhile, ordinary humans are caught in a web of chaos, trying to carve out a survival in a world where monsters roam freely. Entangled deep in the web of warfare is the demon in question, Tristan. Contrary to his role in the prophecy, his arrival on earth motivates him to seek freedom from the shackles of Hell. As the clock ticks toward the prophecy's fulfillment, Tristan is forced to fight against all factions, including his own brethren. Through epic battles and fierce self-discovery, Tristan learns that true evil isn't determined by one's origin but by the content of their heart. In Darkheart, the fate of existence hangs in the balance as the characters confront their worst fears and grow stronger, unlocking the potential within to become the ultimate force against the darkness threatening to engulf their world. THIS NOVEL IS STILL IN DEVELOPMENT; PLEASE DO NOT EXPECT PERFECTION....
Omni_Scryer · 9.9k Views