cursed immortality

The story of Isaias, a young man who rises from captivity to power when he encounters the root of all magic, a stone called Callibra, popularly known as the Cursed Eye of Arak.

A boy, whom even the grace of nature had abandoned, strived to survive in the world. Existing as an anomaly, that even he couldn’t consider himself a human anymore. Asking the question who he was and what his purpose was in the accursed world, which after all, had no place for a person like, he continued to spend his days with the coldness in his heart. Until one day, by the twist of fate, a noble family takes him in after a really terrible accident and starts to look after him. Was that a sign of his cursed fate was finally changing? Or was it the start of a completely new life for him with unknown twists waiting for him? Will he finally understand what his purpose was? ... Discord: lon_okami#9417

Two children, a boy and girl on the same day were visited by two divine beings. While the girl made contact with Fah, the divine spirit of light, the boy was approached by Varic, the vampiric spirit of death. With the two children being connected by a string of fate, let's see what the world has I'm store for them.

"Ahhh!!!" I was horrified when I saw the seductive monster, whose beauty couldn’t be described with words, trying to suck my blood with her two sharp fangs. Feeling that I had woken up, she stopped for a moment, surprised, then, her monstrous captivating face turned into an immaculate face when her two fangs shrunk. "Is my food still alive? In short, it won't be for long." She spoke to me before starting to sniff erratically while licking my neck... -Bite!! Hell! What world did I land?! ------

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun