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Cursed Odyssey

Life is a clash of desires, of wants, of musts… What is good? What is evil? Is one who saves his sister in place of hundreds, evil? Is another who sacrifices his sister to save hundreds, good? Life is no idealistic fairytale. Unique, it so easily gives and takes opportunities. For me? Life had taken one, and given another— two lives. This was no longer earth. On Sanctum, the ‘Wheel of Fortune’ decides how we start, but not where we go. As I woke, I knew not who I was, where I was, nor where I came from… Even my name eluded me… Yet I did not care. I knew my purpose. To find her... To find the strength to protect her... To build a reputation she would embrace, as the hero she'd always envisioned... On the 22 floating islands of the Arcane, knowledge is one’s most powerful weapon, and at the same time, greatest vulnerability. The web of lies and deception spread far in this world, some even woven and hidden by the very gods. The abyssal mysteries— those who near them get swallowed within the endless fogs that speak tales of Sanctum’s inevitable doom. For the sake of the world, I envision. This won’t do… Dearest Nina… ___ Dearest Joseph… ******** THERE WILL BE ABSOLUTELY NO HAREM IN THIS NOVEL!! I actively despise it as it slows down the story for no reason and serves NO purpose other than self insert fantasy slop. If you're here for diabolical activities that make sense, a smart MC who isn't naive for the sake of plot, where everything has meaning, leads to things without downtime and empty chapters, a story not about just an OP MC self insert fantasy, character development and morality, a mysterious world and plot twists, you've come to the right place. AUTHOR NOTE: Hey, It's Drip again. You may know me from my work on The Great Demon System The first few chapters will be on earth, then it will transition into fantasy after where things will really pick up (before chapter 10). The MC will be very unique in the way he interacts and develops, things aren't always as they seem on the surface, so I hope you look forward to it :)) As is common with my novels, my MC is NOT a morally ideal person, but it all has meaning so be prepared, or excited! I've been really busy with university work lately and have been cooking this novel up. I feel like it'll be something special. ______ Tiktok: MobyDrip Discord: https://discord.gg/Ps7hXbEJRf
Drip · 181k Views

Salem's Rebel

"I curse them all, they will forever have to kill the ones they so much love for their selfish want of absolute power. The circle shall continue until mine and her pain have been sated," covering one of those cold silver eyes with his palm, the other eye formed a pattern of black arcs within it, "I pronounce…. 'judgement." his calm voice finished off. *** Sierra ran as fast as her legs could carry her, her heart racing with every step. She clutched her precious bundle tightly, her son’s blue eyes gazing up at her with innocent trust. Her only hope. Though she had escaped from her world, Sierra feared those shadows had followed her here. She didn’t know when she would finally encounter inhabitants. As she emerged from the woods, a carriage came into view, its hooves pounding the earth. “Please help me!” Sierra cried, waving her free hand at the coachman. A gruff voice from inside the carriage called out, “Stop the carriage!” Sierra’s gaze met the muscular man’s, his gold rings glinting in the moon’s light. She knew she shouldn’t trust anyone, not after her family’s betrayal, but desperation drove her forward. “Please, sir, I have nowhere to go,” she said, her voice trembling. The man’s gaze darkened as he took in her son, and his suggestion was laced with ulterior motives. “You’ll do anything to survive, won’t you, damsel?” Sierra’s determination surprised even herself. “I’ll do anything to keep my son safe.” The man's eyes lingered on her red hair and bold blue eyes, her youthful appearance belied by her fierce determination. He offered her a place as his mistress, with one condition, her son would be safe but must not come between them. Women of her status in this strange new world had no resources to survive alone, she was poor and danger was fast approaching. Sierra had no choice. Thus began her tumultuous journey as this man’s mistress, a role she detested. An unknown entity watched in anguish from the deepest tortures of hell, the things she had to go through, waiting for the time he would finally break free. But time was a tricky attribute. The world around her began to change and with this change, she faded into dust. Lords and dukes giving way to CEOs and officials. The government gradually civilized, and a group of college students found themselves entwined with the thrilling mystery of a past they didn’t exist in. While still in the current world, tasked with fulfilling an ancient legend connected to that same past. * Feel free to destroy the book page with comments, reviews, critics and all supportive resources . Read the next volume 0 chapter.
Just_trouble · 1.1k Views

From Ruin to Renewal

He gazed upon the sea below him as the air rushed on his face. The summer years brought calm and he found some peace from seeing upon the sea extending from horizon to horizon. No past, no future, and no memory could be found within the limitless water. More peace than he had found in the last few years. He saw Cloudwynd's head turn slightly towards him, his constant companion occasionally flapping her wings to maintain their glide through the sky. He felt her concern for him, knowing when he would enter his brooding self. Dragons were passionate and took what they want, but the past few years have not been kind to him or his people, all of which Cloudwynd witnessed. "Everything will be alright, girl," he reassured in High Valyrian as he took his hand off one of her spines and reached forward to rub her neck, her bluish-greenish scales glistening in the sunlight. He got a snort from her in response, not really satisfied with his answer but decided to accept it. His only concern right now was to fly towards his destination, to ensure his people's safe passage. Beneath him were vessels ferrying those he was charged with towards their new destination, the last bastion for their people. Fifty ships carrying barely two thousand five hundred men, women, and children across water over four moon turns. Remnants of a great civilization long extinguished from the memory of those that now took their place. The land prowess of the Valyrian army through the Tarareons, cavalrymen and explorers who could boast about expanding the Freehold's reach without the dragons. Valyria's knowledge of blood magic, healing, and other rituals preserved through the Leniars. Lastly, the Rahitheons' skill as smiths, builders, and engineers preserved the wonders of Valyrian technology. The survival of their civilization and culture rested on all of them and one misstep could see the flame of Valyria die out for good. And then there was himself. Barely nine and ten, Jaenyx was the last scion of the Belaerys', one of the oldest and most powerful dragonlord families in old Valyria. A family that had great figures such as Jaenara Belaerys, the famed explorer of Sothoryos, included in their ancestry. Prompted by Valyria's leaders to recolonize the Basilisk Isles, the Belaerys' settled at the edge of Sothoryosi wilderness along with three other Valyrian families, all of whom could not hope to survive the dangers of that continent by themselves. Previous attempts to colonize the Basilisk Isles, seen as a first step towards further expansion south, had ended in failure. Yet, the new colony thrived under the Belaerys' stewardship. Being in the Basilisk Isles was what saved the colonists from the Doom. Unfortunately, despite nearly a century of inhabiting the Isles, a recent turn of events had put their people in dire circumstances and the Isles were no longer safe for them. Despairing over the coming extinction of Valyria, Jaenyx remembered that there was one other place that they could journey towards, a place where a certain dragonlord had fled to after his daugther's now prophetic warning about the destruction of the Freehold: Dragonstone. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!
DravenShadefall · 318.9k Views

By Fire and Frost: The Last Pup

" You were always so full of spirit, brother. Such a little terror you and Shaggydog were and even on the coldest nights on the Wall I could find a smile on my face as I remembered you all. You and Arya were cut from the same cloth, both so full of life and so keen to explore. She may have been Underfoot but you weren't too far from being so yourself." Jon said his voice sounded as if he was trying to be happy and yet it was very much not. Rickon tried to answer, tried to speak to his brother, and found he could not, though he did welcome the sound of Jon's voice and the words he continued to speak. It had been so long since he'd heard anyone he'd named as his kin. So long that he was sure he'd never hear them again and so he listened as Jon spoke and he felt the cold begin to be replaced by a warmth he'd not felt since before his father had left Winterfell all those years ago. " This is not how your life ends, Rickon. The gods aren't finished with you yet and your family misses you greatly. Come back to us brother, come back for I fear I cannot do what I must alone." Jon said softly. The flames began to wash over him and yet he felt no fear and it wasn't until he saw the blue eyes and the wall of ice that he began to worry. It was with the images of what seemed to be dead men marching that he awoke from and his panic threatened to overwhelm him only for him to see his brother and to then feel his arms wrap tightly around him. Check out my Website https://dravenshadefall-shop.fourthwall.com for early access to chapters and some exclusive content. Plus, it helps me keep writing these stories that (hopefully) keep you hooked!
DravenShadefall · 41.9k Views