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Powers of Old: The Awakening
Prologue There was destruction outside; Hel’s forces were using a massive ram made out of solid onyx and decorated with swirling, glowing symbols of death and decay to attempt to break down the castle door. The guards were long dead, having fallen to Hel’s hounds when the attack first started. Massive beasts made of pure shadow and hatred, Kriki and Mong’s people didn’t stand a chance against them.
By Jo Land5 years ago in Futurism
The Five Haos of Prangshuing
East of ever-pleasant Chimphan, the Golden Isle of Myrrh, and the Talkhyan Khanate’s impenetrable Wall of Thorns, is the distant land of Prangshuing. Nestled between the shivering Mountains of Madh Shrith, with their towers of splintered obsidian and the Sea of Colours with its waves of glowing water that glimmers with the hues of rainbows, Prangshuing is an ancient kingdom with many rich lands and a people blessed with wealth and long life. In Prangshuing it is a custom that the divine king, or Mathanarashat, must celebrate the anniversary of his coronation to ensure the continued bounty of the land and maintain the blessing of the gods. In the ritual, the five high priests called “Haos”, of the five gods of kingship, the Shuingai, each place a tiara on the head of the king to make the Five-Fold Crown of Imperial Majesty.
By Samuel Wright5 years ago in Futurism
The Paladin
“Most people think time is like a river that flows swift and sure in one direction, but I have seen the face of time and can tell you they are wrong. Time is like an ocean in a storm. You may wonder who I am and why I say this. Sit down, and I will tell you a tale like none that you have ever heard.”
By Heatray Firered5 years ago in Futurism
The Return
50 years ago the human race discovered another species superior to them. They looked like us, talked like us, and acted like us. But each one of them individually had their own special power, making them unique. However, a beautiful gem created by their ancestors united them. It gave them an opportunity to live longer than an average human, hope to keep a longer lineage.
By caktwrites5 years ago in Futurism
Astral
I waited a full five minutes after my captors left the room before I even moved. After that five minutes, I slammed my hands straight down tearing the the binding on my wrists. Hands free, I bent over and unbound my ankles rolling my hands and feet around getting the blood flowing again, both hands and feet tingling as the feeling returned to both.
By Aidan Galloway5 years ago in Futurism
The Difference Between Good and Evil Pt 5
Brie watched saddened as the forgotten tore apart the men and woman, she almost intervened when Kelsie, the one with the mark, was knocked over, but as before, the doctor uses his slaves to manipulate her and her situation.
By CR Cole5 years ago in Futurism
Arianrhod
Arianrhod is a Welsh Goddess. She plays her massive role in the fourth branch of the Mabinogi. She is the daughter of Don and Beli Mawr and the sister of Gwydion and Gilfaethwy. Her uncle is Math ap Mathonwy, and she has two sons Dylan ail Don and Lleu Llew Gyffes.
By Ravena 5 years ago in Futurism
Mind Slayer
It was then, when I was tied to a metal bed, that I fought. I didn't want experiments done on me, obviously who would? I struggled, I fought, and in the end, there was a mask over my face making me breathe something funny, I couldn't figure out what was so special about me. I knew I was the Mind Slayer but still! All the mask did was it made it impossible to move, I could still feel everything all my senses were intact. So, I could feel it when the slizzard, with its razor-sharp teeth, bit my forearm. I screamed. I heard laughing.
By Jade Muccuff5 years ago in Futurism
Occult
Analiese A faint mellow melody lingered in the distance in a dark room and I spun frantically in circles to find the noise.
By Faith Hudalla5 years ago in Futurism
Her Father's Killer
Hot bodies press themselves against Niada as she tries to maneuver her way through the busy city streets. The hand over her nose and mouth blocking out the garish smell of body odor and urine is knocked away as people shove back against her small frame.
By ANNALEIGH Richards5 years ago in Futurism
Blood of the Stallion
‘I’m afraid I can’t stay,’ Horus stammered, finishing his pint with great haste and placing the glass back on the bar with a shaky hand.
By Rhys Snaith5 years ago in Futurism
The Lost
Chapter One As the sun rose it made the sands look like an ocean with ripples of waves spanning over the hills, in the middle of this sand ocean was a small tent. This tent was not bad for someone who never built anything before, it was a simple tee-pee that the walls had been made of patchwork leather from different animals. Holding the hides in place were a very rough-looking twin, that was made from fibrous plants. There was a flap in the font to enter that was held together by a small stick latch and hoop. The top had a small opening for fresh air and to let out the smoke. Takara had placed a small triangle leather piece at the top to help with any rain that might come into the tent. In the center were a few small rocks that she had brought in from the fire to heat the tent for the eve. On the inside was about fifteen feet in diameter one side she had her few bags the makeshift carry sled she pulled when she had to camp and a few rations that she had dried from alligator and deer meat for food, with berries she had seen some of the local tribes eat.
By Kamra Ayers5 years ago in Futurism