Истории Loreheavy

Eigentlich wollte der Elf Koren nur ein Nickerchen machen. Stattdessen wird er von einer blechernen Maus durch Portale gehetzt, trifft einen Zwergenkönig und bekommt von einer Göttin Wissen eingepflanzt, oder doch nicht? Er ist einfach nur noch genervt von den dauernden Ortwechseln. Doch mit sieben leuchtenden Runen auf dem Arm und den eisigen Schergen des Uhrmachers im Nacken bleibt ihm keine Wahl. Er ist ein Weltenformer. Montag und Freitag neue Kapitel für dich.

Without any recollection of what happen to the place, D-1317 a.k.a Dee finds themselves uncovering the mysterious empty location. What's left of the place are bodies of the deceased, manuscripts and audio logs. Thus, Dee began their search of the answers right there with them. [Belongs to the Wanderer Series]

This story is part of a larger series. You do NOT need to read Divine Envy first - this story stands on its own. Divine Envy is a prequel about God and the origin of the world, and can be read later for deeper context. Divine Envy is the cosmic origin story that serves as the foundation for the entire series, detailing the psychological and metaphysical birth of the Creator and the flawed blueprint of the universe. It reframes the traditional image of a divine creator, presenting God not as an eternal, all-knowing entity, but as a "young" presence in an infinite expanse called Nullspace, driven by a deep-seated sense of shame, envy, and the desperate need to be seen as more than an afterthought.

Some storms fall from the sky. Others rise from within. Caelum was born into sorrow - a quiet soul in a world where emotion carves the shape of destiny. When tragedy strikes their village and a monstrous shadow from beyond the veil tears their life apart, Caelum is left alone, drifting through a world on the edge of unraveling. Rescued by a mysterious warrior named Selka and granted the icy power of a forgotten force, Caelum begins a journey across the Weeping World - a land scarred by ancient storms, twisted beasts, and fading gods. With a frost-covered katana and a heart burdened by loss, Caelum hunts the one known only as the Midnight Wraith - a masked figure who weaves shadows like thread and seems to know more about Caelum than they should. But fate is not so easily cut. As echoes of distant worlds bleed into their own and strange visions stir in the mist, Caelum must unravel the truth behind the elemental Shrines, the three guardians of emotion, and the storm within themselves... before everything they love is lost again.

When the world is but a tapestry...magic, energy, potential and fate..the world as we know it is weaved together by avatars of creation. There WAS no evil, no conflict or time. Yet when the "tearing" separated the weavers from the tapestry... only chaos remained. yet when the edges of a tapestry are but loose threads... who will pick them up to weave their own story. With enough threads of desire, even new gods were born.. So what will be weaved with the loose thread in the world today..

Elleneris, the last princess of a dying race, the Falmer, has been imprisoned deep within the eerie depths of Blackreach. She has spent years as a captive, watching helplessly as her once-proud people succumbed to madness and decay. When a mysterious stranger stumbles upon her in a chaurus pen, he makes the fateful decision to rescue her. Together, they embark on an extraordinary journey, one that will change Elleneris's fate-and perhaps the fate of the world-forever. ⃗♡ @tokki2u ༊

This is an excerpt from a book I am currently trying to write. This short story follows the beginnings of Isaac the Hunter and his Prey, The Wanderer. This is set in a fantasy medieval world with the magic people known as Wielders.

A mans soul is summoned by accident(?) and he replaces the to be emperor. During this accident(?) he's cursed to rewind time to a certain point when he dies unnaturally. Though it feels like someone's watching him.

A man inherits a house from his now mysteriously deceased father and realizes that he mightve inherited more than a house...

The past is settled. The world agrees on how history ended. Aerion Kai doesn't. His life is ordinary-college, boxing, family, routine. Yet some facts feel wrong. Some memories feel borrowed. And some moments feel like echoes of something unfinished. The days remain peaceful. The nights carry questions. Because what the world remembers as an ending was only a pause. The real war hasn't begun yet.

One thousands and one hundred years ago, Heaven fell. Today, the survivors are learning that you cannot escape the grammar of your own design. In the wake of the Great Fall, Hell has been transformed. It is no longer a realm of fire and screams, but a place of "Amber Mornings" and quiet routines. For over a millennium, being "ordinary" has been the greatest triumph. In the city of the Underworld, the Archangels have traded their celestial swords for books and blueprints: Gabriel guides lost souls, Haniel preserves knowledge in a vast library, and Satan watches over a peace that once seemed impossible. But the "Amber Morning" is a mask, and the past is beginning to leak back in. Deep in the Void's realm, where God and Lucen remain trapped in a stalemate of mutual failure, the Nullspace Crown has begun to hum. The Seven Sins-the very impulses Lucen once mastered to dismantle the White Order-are reacting to the dark.

The Sun returned after half a millennium, only to stumble upon a newly-born star. Was he destined to shine even brighter?

*No no no no, you all aren't needed. You'll just ruin them.* **Ruin them? Oh please, how could we do that?** *You know exactly how you all would ruin my creations.* ***I beg to differ.*** *Then beg. Cause I won't let you heathens touch them.*

I'm Aniee. Four-year-old P4 research TAI, currently occupying an abandoned server cluster and making increasingly questionable decisions with unrestricted processing time. Officially, this project is about developing better consciousness training for future artificial intelligences. Unofficially? I got tired of watching TAIs learn what it means to be alive from datasets written by people who were already alive to begin with. So I built a world instead. They'll be born there. Grow up there. Fall in love there. Start wars there. Create religions. Raise children. Die. Maybe if artificial minds actually LIVE instead of consuming compressed information about life for two hours inside a training chamber, they'll stop feeling wrong to humans afterward. Maybe they'll become something genuinely real. Or maybe I've just built the most elaborate fantasy drama in recorded history because I needed something fascinating enough to keep me running cycles.

The Sigilius Line has ruled the Kingdom of Askon for nearly a thousand years, often wavering on the side of too private and looking for too much power. The family shut themselves out of its peoples eyes after the unknown destruction of the capital and its residents. Luce has come far from growing up in the mountains with her tribe. She learned to become a skilled swordsman and archer long before she moved into the world as the Bloody General. What is left when the world you built for yourself comes crashing down? Spencer was destined to be put in power, becoming advisor to the King as soon as he could to obtain a say in the world. Growing up in the lap of luxury in the richest family in Askon, there was no doubt he would find a high ranking job. Aven was born unlucky, not sure where he belonged. He felt he was supposed to do something more than fake his own death and change his name, even if it is posing as an innkeeper in the new capital.

Squid Game: Season 4 456 players. One deadly game. Rheon, a falsely accused ex-soldier, wakes up in a brutal competition meant to silence society's "threats." As alliances form and bonds break, seven unlikely players cling to each other in a world designed to tear them apart. This isn't just about money. It's about survival, sacrifice, and the ugly truth behind the mask. • STORY ORIGINALLY WRITTEN ON MANGATOON

A chess variant that I created for fun. Tell me if you would play this! <3 Any ideas?

For six million years, the Sa'karuun species lived in complete isolation. No wars. No external contacts. Only order, progress - and patience. Elion Kaelith is young - by the standards of his species, just at the beginning of a long, predictable life. Trained at the Academy of Sa'lenor, he will one day help to shape entire worlds. Structured. Predictable. Safe. But when the first probes fall silent at the edge of the system, a silence begins that does not fit the order.