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Content in development - open to suggestions and ideas. A story with psychological depth, in which the main character is a feral dragon. Is coming back to life after several years. Here we have a dragon, a woman, a village in medieval times, and that's all when it comes to typical elements of fairy tales. The story also explains where the name "Qahnareen" came from... Age restriction, 80 years for dragons, I think, due to blood and tragic grammatical errors. An apocryphal world beyond reality. One is forced by fate to organize his story. The Other, starting from a blank page, learns his story and seeks meaning, wanting to be remembered, to make his name mean something... something more than a beast. His rather typical adventure reveals more depth than he thought. An inconspicuous artifact becomes a powerful tool that unlocks the dragon's consciousness and opens the gate of the Shadow, exposing the beast to the light. Then something happens that even the author of the story didn't expect... [You can find it also on Deviantart and Royalroad.]

in the vast expanse of the universe, a higher being creates life from nothingness. One of these newly created beings suddenly falls into an unknown, empty world. Lost in the middle of nowhere, they find themselves in a small, ruined village that blends the beauty of nature with a post-apocalyptic environment. The creature embarks on a journey to recover its lost memories and discover its true purpose.

"Darkness took everything from me, so I have to become darkness to take them back." Natasha Walker is a general and president who served her country which was the last human civilization that exists in an apocalyptic world because to an endless war against the shadows. After the death of her son, she was swallowed by darkness. Her wish was simple but fate is unfair. Fortunately, a cracked-headed God gave her a chance to make that wish come true in one condition. Her mission is to entertain him through surviving into a game-like fantasy world as a shadow but she's not the only cheater in there.

Infected by a mysterious evil and abandoned by his village, Lem is at death's doorstep when the Goddess takes pity on him and bestows a life simulator! He may die once, twice, three times, but if he simulates a thousand lifetimes, can't he find a way to live? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ First entry in the 'Goddess' Shared Universe. Second entry: Ultimate Farmer's Paradise (not a sequel, stories will have overlapping characters at the end) Advance Chapters at: patreon.com/StarvingWriter Discord Server: https://discord.gg/MXKEBqr6

Genetically modified Atlantic Cod becomes an ethical dilemma. Check-in 532 Evening passes quickly in my sleep. In the new morning, the cries begin anew. I swim with new strength. My fins undulate, trembling in their eagerness. Perhaps, in the lateness of day, they will give the other cries, that make my work desirable. The cries are not real. I feel myself lifted from the water. "Hey, Rahna! This one's different! He's fighting me! Is that in his programming?" He holds me gently and strokes my fins. The sensation is pleasant. I put away my sharp fin. "He didn't hurt you. Look at these readings! These changes in his, uh, her brain here...and here. They saw this at the North Bank.They said the young ones work harder and faster." Check-in 533 Time to visit my human keepers. One picks me up with a smile. I smile back. He is dark skinned, and laughs. "Hey, Rahna! Did you ever see a fish smile?" The lady is tanned with brown eyes. She frowns. "You been out in the sun too long, Dyson! Let me see-her. What are you? You look like an Atlantic Cod, but-c'mon, smile for me, Girl! That's it!" I did not understand her confusion, but I smile again. She holds up her phone and I see myself. My face changed in these past few months! I see, not a fish face, but eyes closer to the front, and lips that are soft and can smile. My scales are still golden and pretty. My face still resembles a cod, long and vertically oval. "Hey, I'm gonna call Base. They are not gonna believe this! Look in her bag. She has artifacts from The Graveyard Of The Atlantic. Old coins, a spoon, and look at these crab specimens! Let's put them in the tank--uh--" Not my pets! I draw out my sharp fin. "Oh, ok, I see, dat's your friends. You can keep 'em. I'll just take the other stuff. Dat all right wid' you?" I nod, and her brown eyes widen.