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Erde, A Fight against the void, Bringer of light. The stories of Dammerung Continue as Fried Writes the History.

Pardon if I have grammar mistakes, I'm still learning writing novels.
Thank you.

Fun Fact - this story is inspired by many Opera, Ballet and Literature Compositions like Der ring Des Nibelungen, Der fliegende Holländer, Ein sommernachtstraum, Lohengrin, and The Rite of Spring.All Rights Reserved

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DARK ANGEL AND MOONLIGHT by QueenOfDarkenDreams

This is a fiction poem book mixed with the old and the new,.

What a Beautiful World by lovingwriter7

*Complete* Hi, I'm Dawn Miller. My life was as ordinary as they get , until I found myself in a place no human has ever been before. In this place I met the guardians of the ocean, forest, sky, fire, moon, and the sun. I learned there that while I was going about my life our earth was dying. It was there job to help save our world, but I was the only one who could take them. Only we can do anything to save our world. I just didn't know if I even had a chance at doing anything that big. But it didn't matter how I felt, all I could do was help or else everything I knew would be gone. This is my story.

Melloyern: 13 Land Under Holy Crystal Blessing by SUDUSENOR

"You sure you want to be a magician?" ask an old woman to a boy. "yes Granny Ren. I will be the greatest magician of all Melloyern." He said enthusiastically as the Granny softly caress his small and smooth hand. The boy then ran to his friends as one of them calling him to play football. The Granny look at the boy silently with a solemn smile. Her eye narrow in a soft and gentle gaze she give to the kids that was playing at her yard. "He will be." she said before stand and walk to a well. The boy were born as a normal human. There is no easy way for him to be a magician. he has no mana in him. Or that's what everyone expect from him. Writer: "Hey, that's enough reminiscing about your past. it's the story description section. Not the story yet!" Nakajima: "Fine. I will start with the description." Writer: " good. get back to work." 13 Land Under Holy Crystal Blessing, as the name suggest, It was about a holy crystal that blessed a land. like a mainland or somesort. So... Writer: "is that really the right way to make a description?" Nakajima: *sigh* There is a mainland with 13 state under a flag named Melloyern. These all 13 state have it's very own holy crystal that bless the state individually. But, the crystal contains powerful amount of mana that makes every single person in Melloyern going for it. A group of magician called Denials were up to collect all of the crystal to keep them safe from wrong hands. There is a lot of hindrance in their path such as the Kingdom of Melloyern itself is turning against these guys. Still there are more. Can they survive? it's up to them to decide. Can they achieve what they aim for? It's always up to them to decide their own future. Nakajima: "Satisfied?" Writer: *Claps his hands many time* "Very much." Nakajima: " Can I keep daydreaming?" Writer: " what did you say? You also in the story so... get in there!" Nakajima: *sigh and step into the story*

The Wish of a Broken Heart by LovelyLotus84

They say, "Be careful what you wish for." They say, "There's truth to every story." They say, "Karma's a B***h." A heart's wish is a powerful thing. But magic doesn't exist. Or so I thought. Now, a troll has found me. ************* Cara I can't... It hurts... Why? Am I not good enough? Not pretty enough? What did I do to be betrayed like this? I feel numb except for the gaping hole in my chest. The darkness starts creeping in. I wish... Heavens how I wish... Friday June 13th I don't know when, how, or why I ended up where I am, but here I am. As insane as it sounds, I am no longer on earth. I think. Maybe I'm dead. Or maybe I'm in a coma! One where I can feel a hell of a lot of pain and new scents are being created? Maybe, just maybe, I should have listened to Grandmother's crazy stories of magic in our blood and being careful what we wish for. They don't sound so crazy anymore. All I know is I'm on the ground, can't move, staring up at an impossibly blue sky through broken branches of trees I've never seen before. That's saying a lot. Botany is my favorite hobby. I think I have internal bleeding from falling through the three-story tall trees like a pinball. My only regrets are knowing my Mum will be in a panic, won't quit searching, and my sweet American Pit Bull Terrier, Nimuë, fell through with me. ************* Tavirian Our laws are clear. If we find any creature wounded past the point of healing, we kill them. It's a mercy. We've gotten a reputation for being ruthless and cannibalistic because of it. Hundreds of years ago, perhaps, but not anymore. I'm still a monster. I'm on my ancestral pilgrimage to present the spirits with my potential brides. I'm not thrilled with my options. My mate is out there, but the elders are pushing me to take one of our Tribe. When we come across a nearly dead, tiny human and her creature, I can't kill them. Especially now. I can use the pilgrimage to save them for now, but I'll need help.

Worlds Apart: Fables of Edea by l_o_f_i_t_e_a

In the beginning, there used to be one world. One place. A place where everyone and everything can coexist and thrive. There was peace and harmony. But everything changed when the Creator disappeared. Before anything could be done, everything fell apart. Everything changed for the worse. And there was no guidance or help to the seeds. The only way was to separate their realms into different worlds. The Realms used to be worlds apart, coexisting in harmony. But just like everything made in the universe, nothing lasts forever. The World Tree nears the end of its lifespan, and time is running out. The Collide comes. And nothing can stop it. But despite all odds, one must never give up hope. A small sliver of hope remains. We will not let the world we grew up in and lived in disappear. This is our home, our heaven and hell. We will not give up. Not like that. We will survive. We will stay alive. Because no matter what happens, our world is not yet lost...

Chance Rising by ShaknaIs

The Cycle turns, and the power of the gods is upset as mortality is thrust upon them, in various guises, but the war is just begun, and they must battle for their home, for the darkness has already entered the Folkwang, and the battle is lead by one of their own. Still editing, especially the later chapters, but it's mostly to do with formatting.

The Shadow #1: The Shadow Has Claws ✓ by Angelbreeze-

REWRITING! ' Why Do You Shun Me When You Have Fallen? Why Do You Shun Me When You Have Fallen? ' _______________________________________________________________________________ An ominous presence stirred as the Sun's final rays slipped below the horizon, casting the land into darkness. Shrouded in mystery and danger, a new power emerged with the onset of twilight. A cascade of purple flames erupted, their fiery tongues reaching out hungrily to consume anything in their path. The air crackled with malice, and an aura of trepidation settled upon all who beheld this spectacle. None were spared from its wrath, for the purple flames spared no one. Amidst this chaos, a shadowy figure materialized, her countenance contorted into a sinister smirk. With teeth bared like a predator, the enigmatic being reveled in her newfound dominance. Her name was whispered in fear and awe-The Shadow. She possessed an arsenal of lethal weapons, her claws gleaming ominously in the dim light. Fear was foreign to her, for she embraced the darkness that enveloped her. Beware, for the arrival of the Night loomed ominously, signaling the demise of the radiant Sun. The world was thrust into an eternal night, where the moon's pale glow held sway. It was a time of survival, a battle for existence against the encroaching darkness. Those who dared to face the challenge were urged to be resilient and determined. The Sunre, a chosen few who dared to resist the Night's dominion, were called upon to stand firm against the relentless onslaught. But it was an arduous task, one that demanded unwavering fortitude. ____________________________________________________________________________

Royal BloodAssasination by XxMed_Class_OtakuxX

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Moth by DArenson

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

Tall Tales: From The Woods by SpikeSpiegal

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The Shadow #1: The Shadow Has Claws ✓ cover

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