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2 Kingdoms

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After long last the Pitchfork River Valley has seen a time of peace after the tribesmen pact, after the unrest and rebellions and the Ruby Kingdom finally releasing the Southern Kingdom, and after the Conflict at the Bridge the valley is at peace. The real question is for how long will such an unstable peace last for?

Ok out of character in all seriousness this is still a work in progress, I wanted to post this out to get an idea of what the response would be. Any comments, critiques or opinions are welcome, thank yall!All Rights Reserved

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[The Iceland Saga] by Aminhamid000

[The Iceland Saga] (Story Introduction) The darkness of the night fades as the pale moonlight dips behind thick clouds. But what comes isn't dawn, but the beginning of a new day in an era ruled by swords and blood. We are in the 11th century, where no sound rises above the clash of swords and the battle cries of warriors, in a time when the sword was the measure of power, and life was an endless struggle. In the heart of Iceland, a harsh land that seems like a prisoner between its rocky mountains and dense forests, the whiteness of the ice stretches like a shroud that envelops life. A biting cold gnaws at the bodies, and violent winds tear through everything. But in the midst of this desolate ice, there is a fire that never dies... A fire from the depths of the dark forests, where war cries echo, ripping through the stillness of the night, heralding the storm's approach. They are the "Viberian", warriors who know no mercy, raised on battle, living on the edge of death. With eyes glowing like ember sparks, and swords dripping with blood, they instill fear even in the hearts of hungry beasts. When the swords clash, all that can be heard are the cries of pain, and the ringing of steel sends a spark of warmth into this icy hell, where there is no room for the weak, and no law but the survival of the fittest. The winds howl, and the sound of battle echoes through the mountains. Do you hear it? It's the sound of the battle drawing closer, heavy steps approaching your world, hot breath preceding the edges of swords. Do you dare face the Viberian? Or has fear already begun to creep into your bones? This is not just a story, but an epic etched in the ice of Iceland... where the fury of nature collides with the violence of men, and where heroes are born or buried in the snow. The only question is: Do you have the courage to complete the journey?

"Goodbye Curly Head" by NUmaker

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

My Empire by Always_Indigo

A world teetering on the brink of war. 12 rulers, all powerful in their own empires, but at the mercy of monsters they unwittingly made. For how can you defend against something that used to be a part of you? ~~~ Tensions between the empires are getting worse. Borders are closing and empires are mistrustful of their neighbors. To everyone, it seems as if the fragile peace won't hold for much longer. But when a dark threat appears, hunting down the emperors and causing mayhem as it pleases, everything must be put aside to protect the people, for the good of all empires. Will they be able to unite and save the continent from what they created? Or is the world doomed to fall in fire and darkness? credits for the cover go to @pearlescentmoon12335 Enjoy the story ^^

$HTBMHIT || {A creek fanfiction} by Mal_nourished$

All the stars above, yet I still couldn't look away from you're starry eyed gaze. It was summer in South Park. I met this boy at the bridge I used to go to back when I was younger. Something about him felt like home; a promise and an oath I have kept. - We eventually grew on each other, making everyday worth waking for; a kiss of life. He was the sand of both our knees and the sun of our sheets. But things tend to change and the worse thing is: I am the one wishing for it not to' but I'm the one who drastically changed. I got lost in the fire of the war in my mind. ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆.｡.:*･ﾟ☆ Hey ya'll this is my first published composition. Probably not the best yet for I'm still looking forward on my start. - so if theres some grammar errors and unnecessary stuffs, please, don't hold yourself to advice and correct me; or perhaps even make a joke out of it LMFAO. This book is quite long and slow burn so if you want a short one shots type of book, this may not be for you. I got the inspo for the plot from the episode where Tweek and Craig broke up in front of the asian girls. So yeah, expect the goths to be here. But anyways, if you come across this book and stayed for a long while, thanks a bunch! PS: Ignore the random updates, I'm just fixing some stuffs with the chapters I've published. - And yes, the timeline is ahead on this one, therefore they are already senior highs

In Love With My Assassin by Bethany_V

I wrote this years ago when I was like 14 so read at your own risk... He was sent to kill me. He felt so familiar. Even though he was harsh, he became gentle and caring with me. Little did I know, he was a Lord Assassin and a war was going on. How much time do we have left? * * * * *It's pretty cliché, but enjoy it ;) *Fantasy for sure! Please VOTE, COMMENT and FOLLOW me if you enjoy the story.

I Fight With Luck On My Side by Betsu_Okami

Six hundred years ago, a war started between the people of this world and the Lord of all things evil. It was a dark time, even though all the races grouped together, setting aside their differences to try and fight off this evil lord. It still wasn't enough, so the residents of this world only knew how to do one thing: pray-pray that they could have something, anything, to aid them in their time of need. One day, one of the gods answered them. Six rulers suddenly gained a revelation, a spell of sorts. This spell was able to summon heroes from other worlds from other periods of time. Each of these six heroes was the best of the best, as they were able to not only drive the evil away but defeat it once and for all, creating peace throughout the land. But peace didn't stay. Now, in present time, every seven generations, the six rulers summon a new term of heroes-not to fight some great evil, but to fight each other. Whoever stands on top will be the emperor, temporarily. Hopefully this is a nice little description it's been a while since I wrote anything so bear with me i don't own the art of the cover i wish i could draw that good, but i'm not really gonna be serious with this.Because this story is more of a practice run, just like my other stories in hopes, I can be a better writer to write a serious story with that being said, I hope you enjoy.

Our Love (Melizabeth) by 666reddog

Humans, Fairies, Giants, Demons, Goddess, These races were very known in the country of Britannia. Each race having their own clans, leaders and territory. Once all these races got along, they were friendly and at peace but the Goddess and Demon Clan started a war, a great war dragging the other three races into the mix. This was titled The Holy War. Ever since the first Holy War, the Goddess and Demon race became hostile toward each other. A law being made stopping Demons and Goddess from falling in love or being friends. There were a Demon and a Goddess who couldn't care for this law. All both wanted was for wasteful wars to end for good without causing genocide to the other race. When both these people meet over 3,000 years ago they became friends that soon became lovers. Both not caring for the rules or laws were they even married. Because of this marriage, a cursed of immortality was place on them. After 3,000 years the two finally made their dream become true but it didn't last very long... ~Elizabeth Pov Book~ ~Book One~ ~Sequel: *To Be Made*~

Ancient Gods Reboot - Prologue by DarkFighter_

A reboot of my previous fic 'Ancient Gods Reappear After 100,000 Years' with a completely different story. It does not matter if you have read my previous fic or not, you will have a completely new experience reading this. 7000 years have passed since the wars ended and the world has been living in peace and progressing. What will have if this peace gets disrupted? What will be the cost the world would have to pay?

Azur lane: (IX-64) USS Wolverine by tundraviper-135

Humanity had a dream to Explore and conquer the oceans , But that all changed when an unknown enemy appeared known as the "Sirens" humans were pushed out of the Seas by the Sirens advanced weaponry and humanity began to descend into a Dark age. Siren attacks had become frequent enough that humans were on the Brink of annihilation. However one Day humanity found a way to fight back against the other worldly threats, using mysterious objects known as wisdom cubes, the K.A.N.S.E.N. were created from said cubes. With the power of Warships embedded into their bodies, they allowed humanity to fight Back against the Sirens and begin to reclaim what was once lost. But divisions in beliefs on how to deal with the Sirens, threaten to obscure the original threat they came together to fight and turn humanity and its protectors against each other, either caused by Siren influence or the actions and beliefs of major nations leaders, or a little bit of both, one thing is for certain. No matter when or where it happens.... War, War never changes. However sometimes all it takes is a small change somewhere, a Flap of the wings of a butterfly, an Action taken, or an Action not taken. The Smallest changes can Alter how history will play out. The Bigger question I would like to Ask... What will be the catalyst that starts the winds of Change THIS time? (DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from Azur lane, Azur lane is owned by Manjuu and Yongshi, along with others parties who made content officially associated with them. I only own the Main character and other side characters created for this story, along with this Story of which I am to Write. All other images/audio used in the writing of this story belong to their respective owners (this is my first Azur lane Story, so please be respectful)

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[The Iceland Saga]

[The Iceland Saga] (Story Introduction) The darkness of the night fades as the pale moonlight dips behind thick clouds. But what comes isn't dawn, but the beginning of a new day in an era ruled by swords and blood. We are in the 11th century, where no sound rises above the clash of swords and the battle cries of warriors, in a time when the sword was the measure of power, and life was an endless struggle. In the heart of Iceland, a harsh land that seems like a prisoner between its rocky mountains and dense forests, the whiteness of the ice stretches like a shroud that envelops life. A biting cold gnaws at the bodies, and violent winds tear through everything. But in the midst of this desolate ice, there is a fire that never dies... A fire from the depths of the dark forests, where war cries echo, ripping through the stillness of the night, heralding the storm's approach. They are the "Viberian", warriors who know no mercy, raised on battle, living on the edge of death. With eyes glowing like ember sparks, and swords dripping with blood, they instill fear even in the hearts of hungry beasts. When the swords clash, all that can be heard are the cries of pain, and the ringing of steel sends a spark of warmth into this icy hell, where there is no room for the weak, and no law but the survival of the fittest. The winds howl, and the sound of battle echoes through the mountains. Do you hear it? It's the sound of the battle drawing closer, heavy steps approaching your world, hot breath preceding the edges of swords. Do you dare face the Viberian? Or has fear already begun to creep into your bones? This is not just a story, but an epic etched in the ice of Iceland... where the fury of nature collides with the violence of men, and where heroes are born or buried in the snow. The only question is: Do you have the courage to complete the journey?