High Mage Drew takes charge of the Astral Concord Delegation to forge peace with The Luminar Concordia Universe. Amidst the ruins of a once-majestic castle, Astralith and Malacar plot revenge, revealing a universe brimming with power struggles, hidden agendas, and a quest for jewels that could alter the balance of power. As alliances form and strategies unfold, the fate of all 5 universes hang in the balance, pushing heroes and villains alike towards a confrontation that could reshape the cosmos. 'The Land of Spade Book 3-4: Celestial Alliances & The Siege of Areala' invites readers into an epic tale of adventure, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of harmony amidst chaos.
I created this story and world 8 years ago in 2015 which is why it's set in 2016 and no I won't change it because it'll break the canon and backstory. This is a hybrid between being Star Wars fan fiction and an original story. Set on Earth in the year 2016, it has been 18 years since the U.S. declared a war on drugs in response to the invasion of El Paso conducted by the Grand Cartel Syndicate led by narco-terrorist, Alejandro DeSantos. A military task force called The Counter-Terrorism Task Force was created and are now locked in a war with them. On the frontlines, Counter-Terrorism Task Force 105, leads the fight against the DeSantos cartel. They're considered the best of the best in military efficiency and training, the fate of the world as we see it lies in their hands.
There are many games out in the world, but I liked this one single game, the game which took the gaming community like a storm, everyone talked about it and everyone wanted to play it.
I was no different, I was just a girl who loved games, and yet somehow after two long years of playing the game, I ended up inside the game as a villainous extra with not a single line in the game's progression!
But that does not mean I am going to die like in the original! *******************The golden light enveloped everything as the red sun slowly rose. A woman stood amidst a battlefield painted red with the blood of many fallen soldiers and wizards. Her long black hair, which looked like a void, cascaded around her in the morning breeze, which carried the pungently sweet scent of death.
Her clear blue eyes, which resembled the deep and vast ocean, stared directly at the blonde man in shining armor. Her arms loosely hung as her posture stooped, she waved her two short, intricately designed black daggers dripping with blood at the man taunting him.
The blonde-haired, handsome man stared at her with his determined blue eyes as he pointed his big and glimmering sword at her.
The woman's stone-cold face slowly turned to a malicious sneer as she licked the blood in her daggers right before charging at the man.
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A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...
This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.
Bite sized chapters/poems because I want to write about them every four days (used to be everyday but now I focus more on Staged Princess, and Chronicles of Atormis)
George and Rupert are your fantasy gay couple who does everything because one secretly has a lot of money and experience in magic that he is practically immortal, while the other is the opposite who is pitiful and baby-needy. Follow their daily life after they had celebrated their 18th birthday and have fun reading!
(You might be confused with the switch between poetry and prose and I apologize T_T I have no plans of sticking to one of them. This story has come as a way for me to unwind, reassure, or get ready for longer writing sprints.)
"The Flyania City", a modern city located on a isolated island. Under the management of the penguin mayor, the non-flying bird citizens lived happily and contentedly.
Several months ago, a pandemic called "Flyania"began to spread here, where patients hallucinated that they could fly and jumped from tall buildings to their deaths.
Herowl, a long-eared owl who worked as a night shift reporter, was dedicated to his job and admired the canary female anchor. He unexpectedly became involved in a series of events. He was determined to resolve the epidemic and save the "The Flyania City!"
No birds were harmed, injured, or killed during the creation of this story.
The characters, locations, events, dates, names, organizations, professions, departments, or any related elements in the story are purely fictional and have no relation to the real world. They do not reference any individuals, professions, organizations, departments, regions, or countries. Any resemblance is purely coincidental.
“Glorious Atormis!” Is an exclamation made by the greatest adventurer that stood on the Core Point—a place where heaven, purgatory and hell can be seen meeting in a twilight eclipse. “And no other place can allow you to fully feel the true power of the expression” Pen desires to be the 2nd greatest adventurer to stand on the core point. “Only then can one feel as well, the true meaning of existence!” But he knows of the countless danger ahead that he has to challenge. Nothing in this great Atormis can be fully explored or provided a solution---a Chorus, a Triavrate, or a magma earthquake, everything is possible once an adventurer sets out for the core point. “Nothing will stop them unless the world kills them!”
Lots of focus on everything world-building