Fantasyreligion Stories

"This is the start of your forever." - - - This is the story of a mentee, a child of their kind. A Child of Eternity. This is the story of their forever. Their Eternity. [AUTHORS NOTE: Updates Sporadically. Please point out any spelling errors you find or give me any feedback you have! Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy! Total Words: 1000]

The prince of Lavablood kingdom, never knows other truth, besides whatever his world teach him. Believe that the only truth is his own, he took pride in his belief, belittle, even demolishing other beliefs is what he consider 'mercy'. When he faced with a reality he didn't even imagine, what will he choose? What life, what choice will he face? The Lightblood princess, fight hard for the new fate for her people. Because before, everything in her life is nothing but a way to 'prison' the destiny that drawn out for her. But, when she suddenly face freedom, what choice will she make for herself and the rest of her people? What choice will she make? The Iceblood prince enjoys the freedom and craves for more. But what will he do if it is all rob from him? What choice will he make? Three fictional religious beliefs, three kingdoms, three worlds, carefully hidden from our sight, clash and collide. Fantasy beliefs, tech, fashion, culinary, Diesel punk x Chinese n Japanese culture, mix Indian and Steampunk culture is everywhere here. Book one from (wrote 86 chapters so far, and if I finished in 100 chapters) four. Thank you for @wilsonjeanbaptiste @d.snate and @james_lester126 for discussion the rest of my story. SO far highest rank is #55 in adventure (around 20-27 nov, forget to see the date) #69 in adventure, 10 sept 2017 #89 adventure 7 nov 2017 Thanks! Cover designed and copyright by me (I draw em, both the character and the lay out)

The Profaned capital fell to ruins. After the two hundred year war Yarhim and his forces have destroyed the last civilization that opposed him and his quest. Yet not everything was perfect. The Profaned God had escaped, and with her the other remaining gods. Yarhim was upset with this near perfect ending of all his competition. Though he wasn't going to waste the rest of his life chasing her. So he dispatched his minions who searched for the Profaned God. Yet she avoided his capture. Until now.

The year is 675 and Kia just wants Tad to repaint their front door to hide the chips in the paint. What she doesn't ask for is everything else that happens.

Aurora Bailey has had a hard life, and the horizon is only looking harder. She's finally had enough of her abusive partner and decides to leave him, but finds she can't when he keeps pulling her back, sometimes even physically. After many attempts to leave him she manages to slip away and finds a new slew of problems. She's a girl alone, and right after she sees Gharet, her ex-abusive partner, with another girl, Aurora is attacked in an alley. Just when she thinks she's about to be murdered in a grimy alley, a man comes to her rescue, and who better than the friend of the prince and princess? Lord Evander has her attacker arrested and takes Aurora to his home, a large estate. Aurora settles in comfort in a safe new world and believes being on the other side everything is perfect, but again, she's wrong, and Gharet isn't finished with her. He goes as far to rope the church in and have her returned to him. She battles a tiring fight struggling to just have a peaceful life. Can she, or will she be trapped by Gharet forever? [Total 60,000 words] 🏅2 in Nanowrimo21 12.3.21 🏅9 Peasant 12.7.21 🏅27 Nobles 12.4.21 🏅35 Fantasyworld 12.7.21

The community living on the dragon's island on the Northern Reef comprises far more species of people than just dragons, and when the elf, Toriel, volunteers to help the gold dragon paladin, Sir Lylnetrath, he never could have guessed just how important the community would become to him. This is a story about a background character from my previous work, Dragon Isle (which can be found at https://www.wattpad.com/story/402934511-dragon-isle). It begins in the year 222AG with Toriel's arrival on the Isle of Young as a skilled mage of 135 years old, and refers to incidents described in Dragon Isle, The Temple of Balance, and other works to be shared in the future (yes, most of my stories are linked). I have tried very hard to maintain continuity and keep everything in the correct order but I am very aware I've probably missed something out or screwed with the timeline somewhere. If you notice any glaring continuity errors please tell me! The children's song in chapter 8 is sung to the nursery rhyme tune, Head, shoulders, knees and toes. Note that the cover image does not belong to me.

Field Guides for my version of warrior because of how much I changed about the overall world.

Recruited by the goddess of temptation, Aster, four teenagers are chosen to help the gods seek revenge on an old enemy.

Stuck in a life and death battle with the apprentice she raised herself, Yura was killed in cold blood. As death embraced her in its chilling grip, a sudden warmth she never expected pulled her away. The next second she opened her eyes, the familiar smell and sight of poverty hit her. For a moment, she wondered if this was what people meant when they said, 'your life flashing before your eyes.' Although another second made her conclude this was false. The smell and sight were familiar, but it was still different. This wasn't her childhood, not a familiar street, no familiar buildings, and the people around her certainly weren't familiar. A completely different world, but no so different identity. This time, without the curse to burden her, she would suppress anyone who comes her way and rise to become a figure who everyone will revere. Either through whispers or stories; once they hear her name, only respect and fear shall stream through their blood. Even if her past still haunts her, she won't let those memories become a burden, only treasures for her to reminisce. She will always be a rat wondering the streets, even if she was given the title 'Saint'. And if people fall for her along the way, then you can only call them unfortunate.