Grandeur Stories

He thought he was just an ordinary guard. As it turns out, he holds the key to a bloody secret in the Land of Shou. Malion is nothing more than a reckless guard in the Kingdom of Amartha, constantly bickering with his partner, Arora. The only relics of his past are a rusted lion pendant and a recurring nightmare he can never quite understand. However, everything changes when they are tasked with escorting Prince Wilson across the sea to Durgabelia-the only surviving kingdom left in the Land of Shou after a mysterious "plague" wiped out its entire civilization fifteen years ago. The night before they set sail, a terrifying miracle occurs. A magical slime creature emerges from the darkness, calling Malion by an unfamiliar name: "Master Holden." At that exact moment, the pendant around his neck burns hot, engraving a single word glowing in a vivid blue light: DURGABELIA. Meanwhile, far away on the throne of Durgabelia, King Emonalo wears a sinister smile. "That little rabbit will never return home." Now, Malion is trapped in a deadly expedition. Should he remain a loyal guard, or unearth the palace conspiracy that points toward his true identity? Because sometimes, the most dangerous secret in the world... is yourself.

NOTE: This fanfiction has references of mild language, gore, and violence. It is recommended readers of age 14+ can read this story. This story is completely fanmade, and is not to be mixed with any canon works. It does not involve Geronimo or Thea Stilton, and was said to take place in a distant, yet forgotten past. In the Kingdom of Fantasy, a powerful Kingdom known as the Bright Empire was at peace, for only so long. Mel and Melissa, the two legendary Wizards of Light, knew that a great evil was on the prowl. It is threatening as many Kingdoms it could seek; to either surrender, or to die. The Wizards also learned that the threat was their missing, but youngest brother, who had decided to have control over the other Kingdoms. Will Mel forgive and SPARE his brother, or will he watch the darkness ERASE everything he loved? Mel, Melissa, and the Kingdom of Fantasy belong to Elizabetta Dami, author of the Geronimo Stilton series. Any fan-made characters, places, or interpretations in this fanfic belong to me.

Neoliv Khopoli at Mumbai 3.0 Eco Grandeur presents exclusive villa plots & NA land near Navi Mumbai offering maximum returns and elite lifestyle. Visit us - https://neolivkhopoli.com/

In the heart of the grand empire of Asraq, hidden behind silk-draped archways and perfumed corridors, lies Zarrabagh-a vast, haunting colony of brothels where innocence is auctioned, and freedom is but a fleeting dream. It is a world untouched by mercy, where the powerful indulge, and the powerless fade into the shadows of forgotten names. Seventeen-year-old Afsara, born into a life of quiet hardship, never imagined she would be swallowed by this dark underbelly. Sold into Zarrabagh by a treacherous hand, she becomes another jewel in the cursed crown of the brothel's mistress, a cruel woman known only as Begum Saira Jahan. But Afsara is not like the others-she refuses to surrender to fate, clinging to the embers of defiance within her. Meanwhile, on the golden throne of Asraq sits Shenshah Khalid Ziya-a ruler of only nineteen, a man forced into sovereignty after his father's untimely death. A warrior by blood, a king by duty, he harbors a deep hatred for places like Zarrabagh, seeing them as wounds upon his empire. Yet, fate is cruel and unrelenting. When destiny pulls him into the very world he despises, he finds himself face to face with Afsara-a girl who looks at him not as an untouchable ruler but as a man burdened by chains of his own. Drawn to her unbroken spirit, Khalid begins to question everything he was taught-about power, about justice, about love. But in a world where women are possessions and kings are shackled by their courts, will the young Shenshah be able to rewrite Afsara's fate? Or will Zarrabagh claim yet another soul, lost to its crimson veil? A tale of forbidden love, rebellion, and the fight for freedom-Whispers of the Crimson Veil is a saga of passion and power, where even the strongest are tested by the cruelty of their own world.

Une fenêtre ouverte sur le ciel. Un ciel fendu qui laisse couler les étoiles, et eux. Eux, ce sont des jeunes qui entremêlent leurs rêves, leurs cœur et leurs corps qui dansent. Ils aiment la vie, ils frôlent la mort. Et ils sont là.

I thought as I walked into a bus. It was when I first met her, it was rainy. A surreal day just like today, maybe not like today. But what happened was still the same. She was dead and she was dead. I laughed to myself, it was a silent tribute to one of her joke I finally got. I kept thinking as I got on to the bus, why do I still feel nothing? Her education to me about mortality, the world, life, self, time and mostly the manifests of reality, it is all real. Then why do I feel nothing? Maybe I had only spent a short month with her, is that it? It was a short month.......Or was it a year? I got everything she was talking about. She even acknowledged it, granted, there were some days that are blurry. When she was drawing Napoleon, on that 2 days was when I didn't go. We simply talked on the phone, didn't remember much of it. Well, I guess I am a superficial asshole, after all, I wouldn't have noticed her if it wasn't for her look. Questions filled my head. The last one was probably the one that will make any normal people to start questioning their sanity. It was definitely a month, a month had passed. I look at the date, May 1st, died on her birthday. When I came to, I realized I have yet again day-dreamed my way to the hospital. I stood there. Still and trying my best to figure out why I came here, I should be back at my dorm. Yet here I stood, it was here when I first met her. It was a month ago, her brazen black hair with beautiful shades of gray around the surface, her luminescent green eyes, and now. It was all gone, she was dead. I kept walking by the hospital. Reminding me of the first few days I met her.

I don't even know

A collection of philosophies and writings over the years

Blood. Roses. Thorns. And a boy caught up in it all. --- [The words are written - messy, sincere and endearing. Found everywhere and nowhere all at once, sometimes in-between seaside rocks; Amongst fields of daisies and wildflowers; appearing where smoke of an incense curled up most.] **Disclaimer: Everything is original and from my ideas. Any person, place or events written are purely coincidental and unrelated to real-life events. NO COPYING MY WORK OVER TO OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT PERMISSION. SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES WILL FOLLOW IF THAT IS DISCOVERED.**

Synopsis "Hubby, some people are trampling on me. I want to beat them up" "No problem. How many men should I send?" ... "Hubby, someone stole my work. What should I do?" "Should I break their hands or clamp their mouths? ... Assistant: Boss, someone is proposing to your wife?" Hubby: Go and abduct him.... No. Get the cars ready *grabs coat*