Oldworld Stories

A man who lost everything, burned by his time in the Leanbox Military, and now living as a simple courier, finds himself trapped in a sealed off ruin from a time long before Gamindustri He may have no faith in CPUs, or a family or place to call home anymore, but that's not gonna stop him from escaping this Exclusion Zone Though he doesn't know what's worse... Getting psychically latched to a station wagon that locals call a Remnant and having to break his bond from it somehow... Or having to endure this entire journey with the CPUs of Gamindustri that he'd rather not have anything to do with... (A Hyperdimension Neptunia X Male Reader X Pacific Drive Crossover) (Disclaimer: I Own nothing from either the Hyperdimension Neptunia series, (Developed by Idea Factory and Compile Heart), Or Pacific Drive, (Developed By Ironwood Studios). That Includes any Images, Videos, or Music you may see or hear throughout this story)

Tutankhamun's sister wife lost their second child the same way as the first casting a rift between the two. Ankhesenamun began praying to their gods day and night until her wish came true. light as bright at the stars fell from the sky, cause in a creator to form in the earth. Ankhesenamun and tutankhamun were the first the inspect the damage. this is a fanfic and I know im going to get things wrongs so im sorry in advance. photos from the internet as well as the facts. tutankhamun is well tutankhamun and Ankhesenamun is Ankhesenamun.

A millennium after a brutal political coup and the genocide of Exomorgia's native stewards, a young scavenger named Blanca stumbles upon an impossible secret beneath the dying, drought-stricken planet: the last living Cryptoid. Hidden within an ancient subterranean tomb alongside the shattered remains of a mechanized multiversal time machine, the creature reveals the buried truth of the world's collapse. Forced to turn against her own scavenging partner to protect the beast, Blanca inherits the dangerous legacy of a forgotten scientist, standing at the absolute crossroads of Exomorgia's salvation or its ultimate ruin.

He wondered what he could possibly do in a world of all kinds of power. He grasps a power not known to the world around him deeming him an origin of power and creation. He wonders to himself if he should have existed in the first place or annihilate everything in his path.

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In Forever Hunting, we(the readers) follow the journey of a young bounty hunter, born with the talent and survival skills of one. (I'm not revealing anything else/not too much more) They're name's Bashur and they are 17. In a world where being LGBTQ+ is almost praised, they're glad they turned out the way they did. Polyamorous, Asexual/Ace, and Intersex going by they/them pronouns all of their life.

There are so many tales of Red Riding Hood. As such each tends to be a little different. The original was a warning against things in the real world. The secound was a child's tale. And there are so many more. Now let me tell you mine.

Han Jisung is a well known stoic assassin. Lee Minho is a psychotic mafia boss. There known for their identity to never be seen. Well simple reason, people who do get killed before telling there tale. Now there on the other side of each other guns. Enemies to lovers. though people becoming together they have to learn the truth of the world and their souls. 'follow the wind the blows to the tree full of life there I exspect to meet you new self' i'm not you 'you are just a new version come to the tree there you will find your answer.' Why should I 'because I want peace knowing my efforts on this world to not be destoryed' hahaha. Haven't you seen this world everyone kills each other. we are humans who love to a bloody body turn to a cloud of red rain ' The fact your younger that me and love killing pretty much shows me we are different' very, minho smiled innocently . ----------------------------- this idea been growing for 2-3 years.

Stephanie Carson moves from her life in Louisiana to small town Central Valley, Montana with her family when her father picks up a well-paying job there. She quickly makes a group of friends, and meets Scott Alders, who she believes is just as closed off as she is. As she learns the history of Central Valley, she see s that the world isn't all she thought it was, and gets caught up in a along history of issues.

Every red full moon the six moonnight princess descend from the moon to play and bathe at the river. Makisig an orphan farm boy who lives near at the river was fetching water at that night when these goddes decended. He immediately fall inlove with the beauty of one of the goddess. This is where his journey begins, finding ways to become worthy of the goddess love and climbing up his adversity for that love.

A sarcastic Mexican, a sharpshooter who wants to die, a smart nerd dude and a girl who just wants a nice dress combined with a robotic dog and a Courier with a taste for revenge.

It is a novel set in the 1600s, about a country that was ruled and colonized by the Witch Queen. However, there is a group of young people who are affected by the wickedness and brutal doings of the Queen, and their society that is ruled by the followers of this queen, and these teenagers are planning to take this Queen down. But first, they have to get through a lot of journeys, to gain strength and power and learn something from it. They then meet a sorceress who tells them what they need to defeat the enemies. So they went on many adventures and journeys to collect those objects. However, it is not that easy, because they have to face many obstacles that will stop them from getting what they want. Witness the story and life struggles of each character, how they got into this situation, and how they can escape this circumstance.

"True life is lived when tiny changes occur." ~ Leo Tolstoy A very short story - A young woman realises her world is quite dull. Follow her happy epiphany.

There was a different type of unrest that was flowing through the waters of Gaia. A changing age was upon the Merpeople and they were departing their beloved world in droves through opening gateways all over the globe. The Elders that remained had new dilemmas and issues they've never had to face before; including war between their own species. The peaceful era was coming to a close. This is a story about the beginning of the end.

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

A girl who lives alone wants nothing more than her life long dream. But she doesn't want to do what it takes to earn it. What is her dream ??? Who is this girl ??? Read to find out !!!!

Poem I had that just wanted to be written I guess

Wrote this a while back On Kik.

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