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The Regressor's Second Chance {Hiatus}

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Parts 11
Time 2h 37m

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The three people readied their weapons. Cale, without any reluctance, gave permission for them to take care of the enemy however they pleased. He really could care less if they were met with painful deaths since they had a hand in torturing a child.

"Everyone have their scrolls?" Cale had purchased scrolls that would take them back to his office after they were finished here or if an emergency arose during the mission. He really needed to look for a high or highest-grade mage who would be able to perform teleportation spells or could make teleportation scrolls. There was only so much a mid-grade mage could do.

The three confirmed that they did in fact have their scrolls.

Cale looked back at the pocket watch. "Ten seconds." He then pocketed the watch and readied his longsword.

The four of them shot off as soon as the ten second mark came. Ron and Marcus moved to the front of the group, moving through the shadows. Beacrox followed closely behind Cale. They moved through the trees, keeping to the darker spots of the woods trying to avoid the sun's rays. It was definitely strange doing a heist of sorts in broad daylight but they wanted to time it with the arrival of the knights.

A thud came from in front of him as a body fell to the ground. Ron moved away from the now deceased guard, hunting for his next target.

More enemies were spotted as they neared the cave's entrance. Ron moved to the right while Marcus went left. Cale barreled on straight ahead with Beacrox guarding his back.

A guy in cheap black clothing and muddy, worn out boots swung his sword at him. Cale brought his own sword up and blocked the attack before spinning out of the way. He kicked the thug in the back of the leg before bringing his sword down to dispatch of the man. Cale quickly spun on his heels to take care of the next person. He came to a stop and his mouth fell open, not caring if he looked like a noble or not at the moment.All Rights Reserved

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The Story of Midnight by Silverwynd

"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?

Freeing Starr✔️ by signedby_sheemie

WARNING: This novel contains depictions of Rape, Abuse and Violence. Read at your own risk. 18 year old Starr has never had it easy in life. Her mother died giving birth to her, her father turned into a deranged, violating wolf and to top it off she was forced to get married to an Alpha who acts more wolf than human. In this world where the strong reigns surpreme, how was a weak wolf like Starr supposed to survive? Especially with a recessive wolf that rarely interacted with her. Will her tormenting ever be over? 《Short Preview》 "You're marked by another," he stated cooly, his eyes drilling into the puncture wound that decorated my neck. Despite the calm his voice carried, my body shuddered at the pressure behind his words and the hidden dangers that laid beneath his gaze. I trembled and averted my eyes with pursed lips, trying my best to be brave. "So what? I'm a mated wolf now, which means I was never meant to be yours." His eyes narrowed in on my face as they swirled with reckless abandon. "What was made for me will forever be mine. That pup that you went and played with can't stop me from tearing that mark off your shoulder." My eyes snapped up to his in surprise as I gawked in disbelief... and a little ounce of foreboding at the man before me, "y-you can't do that!" He raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Are you gonna stop me?" I couldn't help but retort, "My mate would kill you!" His voice heightened as he finally lost his cool and snarled, "I'M YOUR MATE! There isn't a person on this earth that could kill me, let alone your bastard. You should be worried about what I'll do to HIM for forcing himself on MY WOMAN!" I flinched and took a few cautious steps backwards. Then I whispered, "who are you?" The man's lips tilted up into a ridiculing smile as he replied, "I'm the part of your soul that you chose to forsake."

[ᴛᴄғ] ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ by Naito_

𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗔𝗜𝗠𝗘𝗥: 𝗧𝗖𝗙 𝗗𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗡'𝗧 𝗕𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 . Cale barely flinched as the broken glass cut through his palm. He blinked, his red-brown orbs watched blood that start to gushing out. The wounds, however, sting 𝒐𝒉 so pleasantly. 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉e𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕. With every drop of blood, the floor and bed sheets are mostly drenched red. Ignoring the wetness on his palm, Cale walked toward the door. His bleeding hand grabbed at the door handle. He gave a bored glance at his room one last time, and he left. .

In another life by Tiffany_Henituse

"Trash!" 'Why?' "Kill that traitor!" 'All i did was love you to the best of my abilities, so why?' "You should go die!" 'I wish-' "How unsightly." The clouds were grey and rain was pouring, as this is the day when Cale henituse, the eldest of the Henituse county, once one of the heroes but now an ex-hero, the 'traitor', was to be executed. People were shouting curses and throwing rocks at him as he was made to kneel in front of the whole empire. "Cale!" As the executor raised his axe, Cale's eyes went to the highest platform where the voice call out his name. There he saw his beloved ex-fiancée and the hero, Kim rok soo. Kim rok soo was the one who called out to him as he was being held back by Choi Han and Alberu. Cale eyes were fixed on his suppose 'family and friends. 'In another life, I hope I will never meet any one of you.'

Eternally His (Completed) (Slowly Editing) by jazzy11112002

#3 in short story! 3/29/2019 #34 on Royals! 8/20/2019 #8 on heartfelt! I was walking to the grocery store when I thought some one was following me I turned around and saw no one there so I brushed it off by the way my name is Lara and I was being followed by someone my whole life! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I WAS about to turn the corner when someone grabbed me and used their hands to cover mt mouth. I struggled and managed to push the person off and started sprinting down the street, yelling 'HELP'. I turned back to get a glance at the man who attacked me. I saw his face and it was Der!!! "What the hell Derek!"I shouted " I was scared shit-less that it was a kidnapper or murderer or gang member" It was NYC, who knew what happens at night and what kind of dangerous people are out there. "Shh"he said and covered my mouth. I bit his hand and he removed his hand from my mouth. "Ah, what was that for?" he yelled, his eyes getting darker as he pouted and rubbed his hand. "I don't know what you're up to but you're so being dumped"I told him. He was acting crazy and it was driving me insane because he wasn't telling me anything. He growled and ran towards him with his hands out wide to try and grab me, but I turned and kicked him in the leg as he fell to the ground. "Ha take that I took karate" I said proudly as he was groaning. I was a black belt student. I started sprinting when I turned the corner I saw Derek again with his eyes as dark as the night sky. What happened to his blue eyes?! "But you w-we-were- right there and n now you're here what? and w what happened to your eyes?"I kept stuttering. He seemed so brooding and dangerous and he didn't seem like the Der I knew and loved. Before I knew it, darkness succumbed me.

Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

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🦋The Butterfly🦋 by 0Yin0Lin0

Lee Chung-ae was an average woman. She was just walking back to her apartment when suddenly she got into an accident which lead her to her death. A god gave her a chance to live with a twist; The god gave her a chance to live in one of her favorite novels but the twist is that the god will pick which one also he will give him a gift which is 3 wishes. After all of the she agreed and then at the sound of a snap of the finger from the god, she was finally transmigirated to a familiar character. She was then intoduced to be a maid- no not just any maid but a personal made of the Cale henituse. "That's weird...you don't see me as a trash" "Why would I?" "...You cared about me" "Of course! Why would I not, I'm your personal maid after all also, that's my job to" "...Thank you" "Not a problem, Young master!" 'Who is she!? She's not in the "Birth of the hero"' "Young master, is something wrong? You've been staring at me for a couple of minutes now" "No, there's nothing wrong" DISCLAIMER: The charcaters from the "Trash of the coun't family/ Lout of the count's family" and the story isn't mine, I only owned the oc which is Ambrosia and chung-ae also i owned this fanfic. ⚠️NOVEL SPOILERS⚠️

I new Life for a new problem ( old version not continued) by skdbhdnz

He woke up in an unfamiliar place, all he remembered from the day before as he was about to fall asleep was that he was reading a book "The Birth of a Hero". Cale thought while looking towards the ceiling. «It's not like I miss my old life.» There really wasn't much. In addition to being an orphan and penniless, he also developed anemia during his teenage years due to poor nutrition. --- Cale thought about his so-called plans while slowly closing his eyes in satisfaction. The Indestructible Shield. Cale thought of this first formless force that he was going to acquire. As he was organizing his plans, he suddenly opened his eyes and a severe headache overwhelmed him. In his panic he got up from his chair but his vision was blurred. He quickly tried to hold on to the desk with one hand, the other being on his head, although he did so, he still ended up passing out. He tried to move his body away from the desk so as not to hurt himself but too late his left side hit the corner of the desk violently. «It's definitely going to leave marks...» He thought before losing consciousness. ---- English is not my mother tongue, this story may contain errors.

Let me in by kdellera

"This place you have," You said. "It's secure?" "Yeah." He scoffed, as if the question offended him. "Th'prison about three miles west." The prison. You were much farther south than you'd thought. "I can take ya there, but you've gotta answer some questions first." Now, without his crossbow in your face and the undead approaching, you could properly look the archer over. He was dressed practically, long dark sleeves and pants under a worn leather vest. He knew how to blend in. Probably a hunter based on the weapon and how easily he'd snuck up on your little camp. He wasn't terribly tall, but he looked strong-the shirt tight around his arms and chest. He kept his expression stony, but he continued to hold your gaze, blue eyes locked in on your own. He was a man who'd done things and seen even more. But then so had you.

Cale Became Who's Priest?! [Discontinued] by CaleSimpx7

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The Story of Midnight

"Who's out there?" One of the men yelled. Of course only silence met them. I remained quiet and waited for the group to start moving again. "Maybe it was just an animal." Someone whispered. The person, who I assumed was the captain of the small squad, signaled for them to walk again. They clearly showed fear as they kept going; brandishing their weapons to guard themselves with. "Two are holding lanterns. I'll tell you when you're too close to them." I heard my friend whisper in my ear. I followed the men as I picked up another branch and waited for the right time to break it. They continued to walk through the forest, turning their heads in every direction as if an animal might lunge at them and rip their throats out. I guess in a way I was going to do that. "Go back a few feet." My friend whispered. I carefully distanced myself from the group and waited. "Where is she?" I quickly snapped the stick as soon as he finished asking the question. They stopped and two soldiers raised their lanterns to shine its light in the darkness. I quickly hid behind a tree before both of them turned where I was. A low frustrated growl came from one of the men, "The girl's playing with us. She's out here following our every move." How paranoia can cloud the mind. At nine years old, Silver decided to leave her village for the forest. Since then, she's been hunted; everyday is a fight for her life, every breath she takes could be her last, but she's determined to stay alive. Her life isn't the kind anyone would want to live but she's managed to survive this long so, what's a few more years?