death... and me

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

In a small town in the western United States in 1880, Henry Bruce, an unusual police officer, used his wisdom and courage to write a legend. He is not an ordinary person. He was a mercenary who traveled through time and space and came to this desolate but vibrant land. His golden finger and release progress bar are his biggest secrets. Whenever he faces a difficult situation, he will quietly turn on this magical tool and instantly improve his abilities. From a police officer to a sergeant, from a bounty hunter to a wealthy bootlegger, he has made leaps and bounds in life. He is a sharpshooter in the vast west, and his marksmanship is extremely accurate. But his goal is not just to be a marksman. He wants to become the greatest person in this land. He wants to become the boss of the city, a military industrial giant, and even a king! The West is wild but also full of life. The people here are brave and tenacious. They face deserts, bandits and endless challenges. And Henry Bruce is their guardian. He uses his wisdom and courage to protect the people on this land. His life progress is still going on, and his goals are still ahead. And he will continue to move forward and become the most legendary figure in the West

“Everything you own belongs to me, even the air you breathe! I’m here for revenge, watch me take back every single asset you have!” Mark Gustave mentioned. Once a son-in-law to an influential family, he was treated like trash and was asked to leave their lives like a commoner. Cheated and driven out by his wife, he was yet to forget the pain. Little did they know that he is the heir to the richest family in the city. Mark Gustave is the heir they never expected!!!

Shawn is a guy addicted to WorldBuilding Games. Then he found a game called Creator Sim. After he had almost played the game he slept off and woke up in the game world that he had almost played in real life and from then on he began his life as the creator of his game world. His adventures and watching of the lives, history of the mortals is what makes his job fun. But when he doesn't do any worldbuilding he lives his normal life with human beings and his family and friends.

I saw a small figure of a young boy running away from us in the distance.A wolf stood in the boy's shadow.However, this wolf was enormous.It had a head as big as a bear's and stood five feet tall at the top of the hump. It had pale grey fur.The boy was being chased by a worg, not a wolf.The boy had a good lead, but the massive worg's strides would quickly reduce that lead.In a split second, I made up my mind.I made a hasty dash for the boy.Lisa was also moving quickly, and she was following me.However, looking back, she faltered.I was aware that she has not yet regained her strength.Regardless, I turned back to the boy who was still running straight at me and said, "This way!Come to me!The young man gave me a nod and fled as quickly as he could.However, I was aware that the boy would be overtaken by the worg before I could even miss him by a few feet.I raised my arm back and pulled out my hatchet.Duck!”I let the hatchet fly as soon as the boy fell.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

The voice of an angel proclaims, «earth is now a battlefield... War is coming, you have been chosen...» "What war? And chosen for what?" Gabriel asked with a wondering eye, «Will you be able to accept responsibilities, Gabriel? It is going to be one hell of a ride, but you will have celestial support» "I will!" He passionately accepted. «The war of the end of ages and there are going to be some friends like you, friends you must find and unite yourself with. You will defend this earth from the invaders. Your rivals shall possess men by day to usurp authority and by night they shall resurface as demon creatures, many people may suppose they are aliens, but I am preinforming you before time to know that they will invade earth to kill and end lives — a system of destruction. Only you can resist them now. Earth has been given to you to dominate and I can not break ranks because I have been constrained to attend to heavenly matters. It's up to you to not fail your world.» The angel of light took off from the terrestrial with its large wings. Gabriel cried, saying, "Wait, you have not given me any abilities yet!" «Search inwards, it's in you, Gab! You already know how to summon me when you need me!» "Wait! How?" Gabriel yelled, but it was too late now: the star was gone and it was up to him to take up responsibility. Everything about his supposed weakness changed when he woke up to discover angelic wings attached to his skin and an $80billion transfer to his bank account... A war between forces of dominion is activating...

After enduring three years of marriage to an unfaithful wife, Ethan Sinclair's world shatters when he catches his wife, Maya Reynolds, in a compromising position with his boss, Tony West, a shareholder at Uber Organization. The betrayal leads to a tumultuous confrontation where Maya requests a divorce, setting the stage for a night of unexpected discoveries. In a twist of fate, Ethan learns that he is the heir to an ancestral legacy. As the divorce is finalized, Maya, consumed by regret, returns seeking forgiveness and a second chance, pleading, "I was wrong. Can you please take me back?" However, Ethan, haunted by betrayal, delivers a resolute response: "It's too late."

Born into a noble family and endowed with tremendous power, exceptional talent, and unparalleled physical attractiveness, one might assume these qualities to be blessings. However, are they truly advantageous or rather a curse? Allen Frey, a young man destined to inherit the illustrious lineage of Duke Frey in the Kingdom of Eldoria, finds himself entangled in this very predicament. Given his extraordinary social standing and the multitude of advantages at his disposal, it seems inevitable that Allen will lead a prosperous life and ascend to greatness in due course. What if this perceived fortune is merely an intricate facade, perpetually deceiving him at every twist and turn? What if it's all an elaborate lie? A hero summoned from another world with the mission to vanquish the Demon Emperor ultimately becomes the perpetrator, stripping Allen of everything he holds dear—his fiancée, sister, power, strength, and all that he possessed. Does this constitute fate? Even the figure known as the "Hero" ultimately eradicated his very existence. Can this be considered justice? In the final moments of his life, he gazed upward at the serene sky, mustering every ounce of strength to reach out his trembling hand. "Oh, God! Are you truly so merciless as to shatter my life?" "Can... Can you grant me an opportunity to alter this cruel destiny?!" He cried out, his voice strained, tears streaming down his face, and gradually he closed his weary eyes. [Ding! Fate Fighting System Successfully Bound!]

I remember it like it was yesterday blinding lights hyped crowed and the the best gamer on stage performing live right infront of me. if you tell me right then that she'd be living with me I'd probably be overjoyed or dont believe you at all... but you know what they say. never meet your heros