Alter قصص

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where alters talk not with echother kinda like a rant book

This is a story based on my fic alter, and his side of the story, and where he comes from in the first place!

Bell cranel being the reincarnation of corrupted King Arthur

In 2017, the Chaldea Security Organization draws on experts of both the magical and mundane fields to observe the future of mankind for possible extinction events. Humanity's survival seems assured for the next century, or so they thought at least. As of 2018, humanity will have no future. Que the scramble as Chaldea rushes to find a solution. And they have it. Armed with a means of restoring human order, they recruit several master candidates to help take humanity's future back. This is the first tale in that journey, this Grand Order.

In the hidden world of Mist Forest , where mist never lifts... A village named " Eldermist " lives in ritual, light, and ancient songs. Every sunrise is blessed. Every night is protected. They believed the gods had chosen one guardian. Yeonjun. The one who hears whispers no one else can hear. The one who dreams in symbols carved by unseen hands. For years, life was peaceful. Sacred fires. Laughter. Festivals under silver fog. ...Until the night he saw "someone" standing between the trees. While the village celebrates... The forest is watching. While the rituals continue... Something is learning their names. And when the chosen one finally understands the voices of the gods... He must decide - Protect the village... Or follow the voice calling him deeper into the mist. Because in Eldermist Forest... Not every spirit wants to be worshipped. Some want to be remembered. Some... wants to be free. ---

-¿BoKita?- -NijiRyo- Cuando Kita Ikuyo se entera el día del aniversario de su primer homicidio que su 'hermana gemela', de la cual no tiene recuerdo alguno, acaba de fallecer. Sus memorias perdidas comienzan a florecer mientras busca respuestas y acepta su inherente maldad como asesina. [Aviso de contenido: memoria fragmentada, trama ligeramente confusa, experimentación narrativa, manipulación psicológica, violencia, muerte (+ major character death), crimenes varios y jerga musical] [Estado: En emisión (Fic Principal)]

Sisi gelap muncul akibat sakit yang di alami oleh Alana

Labore, Krankenhäuser und medizinische Einrichtungen modernisieren ihre Geräte regelmäßig, um hohe Standards zu gewährleisten oder neue Technologien einzuführen.

Em um Dia, um Menino do Brasil, Chamado Vitor, Morreu e Reencarnou no Corpo de uns De Seus Personagens Favoritos de Blue Lock, Charles Chevalier, Ele Reencarnou em um Mundo Que ele Não Sabia Todos os Direitos aos Seus Devidos Criadores

"Would you like a gentle story...? His voice dips low, like he's offering a blanket rather than a question. "One without battles. One about the kind of soldiers who kept hope alive?" He waits-not with tension, but with patience so steady it feels like leaning against a warm stone wall. His gloved hand rests loosely on his knee, palm open, in case the little wants it but without asking for touch. "I can tell you about the Lantern Guard," he murmurs. "They were the ones who carried light through the cold nights so everyone else could sleep." His eyes soften a fraction more. "If you want to hear it... I'll tell it just for you."

il suffisait de le demander et c'est moi la retardée dans l'histoire ? 😐 à juger avec modération (l'abus de critiques peut être dangereux pour la santé)

Story 7 of the Chester & Paul Series Belgrade's nightlife. Two women. One song. Rising musician Paul stands between gentle Milica and fiery Katarina while his alter ego Chester whispers chaos into his ear. One performance, one kiss, and one viral moment will turn a small underground bar into the stage for love, betrayal and a legend in the making.

Sino ba naman hindi matatakot? Kung isang araw, malalaman mo na lang na yong taong mahalaga at mahal na mahal mo ay may tinatagong lihim palang tinatago. Sa paglilihim niya, lagi na lang napapahamak ang buhay mo. Ako si Zira at ito ang kwento namin ni Liam, ang asawa ko.

hiya, my name is T.K.O., I'm a fictive from Ok KO let's be heroes. I'm 12-13, I use he/they, and I'm aroace and gay. here's some of things you might wanna know about KO and I's relationship. NOTE - while I am a TKO fictive, this is from MY perspective. everything I say or do is different from what I can remember. every fictive is different. I am not trying to demean other TKO or KO Fictives. everyone is entitled to their own opinion.

My name is Caesar wood. A 32 year old poet and writer for a hit series called "The country side secrets." My life was like any other Hollywood dreamer. I woke up, wrote a page of my book, went to meetings, and then I headed to an exclusive event. I was invited to an opera show or party if you will to celebrate the 50th anniversary opening of Slow Hour hall. Famous for its lavish performances and vintage look it easily caught my eye of a story. I walked in blind like a dog with no eyes listening to a friendly voice. Deceived I'd say. The woman who sang was who I immediately asked first. She gave me warnings such as don't speak to the owner about it or make a page about it. But once I watched her perform again it was like I was in another world, ...like I was in the past. Haunted Alter ~ The Sirens Song definition according to my dictionary: The Sirens Song is just one of many alternates to a different time. Once entering you will be put in the time of "1873". This is called Haunted alter. There are a series of three alter portals. The Duck house. The Running Rabbit. And The sirens call. These three bring tales as old as time. Everyone has a portal to the 1800's. There's only two goals how did this happen and how can I go back home?

She dances under stadium lights. He rules from the shadows. Melinda Owens was destined for bright lights and bold dreams, not a forced wedding to the most feared man in the city. But when her mother's reckless debts land her family in the crosshairs of the Irish mafia, the only thing standing between ruin and survival is a contract... and a ring. Cormac O'Neil is the youngest Don to ever take the throne. Calculating, ruthless, and bound by a legacy soaked in blood, he doesn't do softness-until her. Marrying Melinda was supposed to be business. Clean. Cold. Controlled. Instead, she walks down the aisle like fire wrapped in silk, and everything he thought he wanted fractures. He kills in back alleys. She dances in stadiums. They are nothing alike-except for the vows neither of them chose. But under the weight of obligation, danger, and slow-burning desire, something begins to grow. Something fierce. Something forbidden. Something that just might break them both.

A FGO X WuWa story. When granted to live peacefully, Fate will drag you back to the deepest parts of hell.

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