Artefact Stories

When Taeyong's dad died, Taeyong was raised by the household staff before following in his father's footsteps by becoming an archaeologist... Well to be exact a Tomb Raider. So, when he gets a call one day asking too head to the Jung family estate for a business meeting, he could do nothing but comply. The task? to retrieve the moon tide chronometer from the lost temple of Selene. The issue? ... He must find it under the supervision of the family's eldest son, Jung Jaehyun. While that does not sound like an issue, Taeyong does not do well with accomplices. Especially hot ones.

"She that discloses her secret, is no longer it's master." During a night of passion with Lady Sandwell's husband, Patra unintentionally revealed to him, a dangerous secret. Now, she must insist on his silence. But what could she possibly offer a wealthy Lord that would make him keep such a monumental secret? One that would jeopardise herself and her sacred order for she is a priestess and has very few worldly possessions. A simple memory charm bought her three days and gave her a life line. For it is a fact, that Lord Sandwell is a collector of rare antiquities. and Patra has one, only... it's still alive...

Jour 5 du Writober dont le thème est "artefact dans la poche". Je me suis servie de ma passion pour les runes, l'archéologie et l'Histoire pour écrire cette histoire.

This book is not an actual story, but it is different descriptions and narratives I have writen by describing a photo; while others are just thoughts that I write down when my emotions get too much, and I right them down as a way of coping. *Excerpt 1* It is engraved into her mind, her heart, her soul, engraved like the sentimental words upon a marble gravestone, the chipped words pour out all of her emotions, playing them like a film. A film of determination, forcing her to watch, the hands of time holding her face sternly, adamant on forcing her suffering. To feel the guilt she had just about managed to suppress for all these days. *Excerpt 2* And like a blustery storm, they came back at her in vengeance, audacity, incredulity;furious for being pushed back so violently sudden. Now she bares the consequences; not just physically, but also mentally. She was tired. She was tired of EVERYTHING. All the raging emotions took too much of a toll on her body. The pain, the grief, the anger, the hurt, the utmost BETRAYAL one could ever feel. All swirling through Veronica's mind, heart and soul. Excerpt 3* A bolt of lightning surges down from the sky, so intent on its purpose of causing fear, making Suzy take in a deep comforting breath. The fog and mist wraps around the whole area; choking and suffocating her like a hand holding her neck in a tight vice grip, cutting off her airway momentarily. Read to find out more

A Sci-Fi Writing Contest entry. Life was killed. Glenn and Adira receive a strange gift.

When The Music Box is suspiciously giving hints to Senkhara's tomb, the Aetorian pioneers are sent to find them. But the place where it's located is on Shiloh, the most dangerous planet in the dystopian galaxy.

Magic, a source that once bloomed in the every changing world. Most use it to aid in their everyday life or to help one another if able as though brothers in arms. Though with such power comes those who wished to seek it out, to use it for selfish gain and reason to match. Thus the ways to harness and learn of the power were sealed away from all. However the locks guarding the artefacts soon broke and they spread across the land waiting to be found by individuals whether their intentions be noble or selfish, good or evil. Though the most important rule of this was taught to each new iteration; "Power without control is it's own corruption."

Le Livre Des Mémoires est un outil merveilleux pour quiconque souhaite connaitre les Artefacts créés par les encapuchonnés. Pour ceux qui souhaitent travailler avec nous sur l'univers ou en apprendre plus : https://discord.gg/2kR8heA L'UNIVERS D' ARTEFACTS Notre Univers est bien plus grand qu'il n'y parait. N'en déplaise à tous les humains, il n'a d'ailleurs pas été créé par un dieu barbu, des divinités hors du temps, ou par je ne sais quelle explosion surpuissante projetant tout vers l'infini. Non. L'Univers a été créé par ceux que l'on nomme les Encapuchonnés. Il s'agit d'un peuple né du néant. Ils ont toujours été là, et qui un jour se sont rendu compte qu'ils avaient les pleins pouvoir sur ce monde. Ils ont alors décidé de créer toutes les lois, toutes les règles qui le régissent aujourd'hui, et l'on rempli de matières, de systèmes, de galaxies, d'êtres vivants, de peuples et de bordel. Mais voilà, après 13,8 milliards d'années d'existence, nos dieux... Se font horriblement chier. Et plutôt que de tout recommencer à 0, ils ont décidé de continuer à créer des trucs. Ces trucs, ce sont les ARTEFACTS, des objets pouvant prendre de très nombreuses formes (de la matière inerte aux êtres vivants en passant par les tables et les planètes) qui brisent les lois physiques qu'ils ont imposé au monde. Aujourd'hui, ils jouent avec les vivants. Et c'est à vous de découvrir leurs créations incroyables.

The masses always pick on the odd one out. For a society obsessed on being independent we sure cut down anyone that dares to be different. Not that I care, I gave up giving a shit about what society has to say a long time ago. Pity that society still thinks I need to be told. I am the outcast of the outcasts. Double amputee with shiny metal limbs. Cyborg, monster, freak is what most people call me; my name is actually Oolu, another point of ridicule. Add to that my screw the world attitude and I am a prime target for the meat heads and their lapdogs. No one stands up for me. No one speaks out, so I take the abuse. The cuts, the humiliation, the loneliness, I take it all standing up. Lately we have come to a mutual understanding, they leave me alone. They don’t get cut back, they don’t mysteriously fall ill before a game, they don’t have mystical car troubles. You see while they may have numbers and brute strength I have resilience… and magic. That’s how it used to be. I was once the bottom of the pack, the runt of the Litter. But I found my mate, despite their beatings and torment… unfortunately he was the one responsible for all of it. Son of the Alpha, spoilt rotten, could get away with murder if he so choose. Rejected me in front of his friends, ripped away part of my soul, left me in the dust, beaten and broken. So I left. I left the house, I left the Pack, I left the country. I left the continent. I crossed mountain ranges, swam across rivers, hid on boats, in planes and under trucks. During the next 10 years I changed. No longer was I a lost kid sniveling in the dirt, a runt of a werewolf with no friends, now I was one of the strongest Ngahere, I am Tane Mahuta by title. I have friends that walk down Broadway and friends that lurk in the alleyway. I no longer fear, I am to be feared.

"VIÓR: Book I - The Boy Who Fell into the Black Eye" tells the story of a scrap scavenger named Viór, who goes on a journey aboard a mega transporter that traverses the Veraú galaxy. In this journey he joins a group, the Exploration Alliance 07 - one of the many alliances. He falls in love with the head of the group, Sèria Cayani, upon first seeing her, and ultimately ends up in a grand journey to find the Black Mordan artfiact, a device that's rumored to have been found somewhere in the iVinoa star cluster, where our protagonists also live. The story is about friendship, trust that forms new friendships, love and heartbreaks, and enemies made along the path. It tells the tale of change in someone's character, overcoming fear of others and of oneself.

Malruk the eternal witch goes after an artefact that will bring her one step closer to the heart of magic. There stand many people in her way. Unfortunately for them, she doesn't care Art made with Midjourney

Book stating and explaining all the unnatural devices and people still unknown to some within the earth. Take the tour and find out what you know about the unknown.

In the world of an Otome Game titled: {Icing on the Cake} The traveller (an ephemeral beauty) declares: "It is my dream to find a specific treasure. Will you come with me to find it?" What happens after that... (Ding Dong) «Origin Route Unlocked» Cover: Short Cake Cake / Suu Morishita [This is an Original Story, not a Fanfiction or Translation]

Rena. Seorang ksatria tangguh dari Negeri Pustaka. Rena menjadi ksatria yang selalu diandalkan oleh negerinya bersama Lapin, teman ksatrianya. Suatu hari, barang yang sangat dijaga di Perpustakaan Kota telah dicuri, yaitu kristal hitam. Siapa yang mencurinya? Apa pentingnya kristal hitam? Apakah Rena bisa mengembalikan kristal hitam tersebut?