Of the three bustling locations in the Capital City within the Hidden Realm of Hallowmere, the most solemn was actually the third! Within the walls of the half destroyed castle, the top military leaders of General Jazz loyalists were gathered around a round table in the War Council room. There was about ten Azure Generals present, along with a couple Silver Generals. After the great purge, it could be said that the Silver Generals were the ones who suffered the most massacre. However currently, they were all solemnly staring at a particular individual.. It was actually a Silver Ranger. However, he currently held a scroll in his hands as he read out the total number of their casualties, both dead and injured.. Behind him was the Lord Commander and flanked at each of his sides were two Kingsguards. Surprisingly, they were females. One of them had a bow strapped behind her back while the other one held a whip. However from where they stood, an unsupressable sharp aura passively got

First off I would love to apologize. Secondly I would love to share the good news and also some explanations Many of you might know me for being an unserious writer with a long track record of unprofessionalism (after all, majority of my work ends up being incomplete and you might think I am about to repeat that with the Vampire System) You are not wrong to think that way. Hell, I think that way too! However, the reason why a majority of those works ended up being abandoned was because of my... carelessness and terrible organization. I am a writer who gains inspiration from almost anything.. movies, games, novels, normal day to day conversations and even skits. when I do, I jot down these inspirations to flesh out new plotlines for my works. However since I am terrible at book keeping and organization, I end up losing these notes (might be inspirations, might be plotlines for the story arcs and chapters). When this happens, I get caught in between a rock and a hard place, cau

"Do you see those large avatars there?" "Yep. They look just like Eragon, what's your point?" Aiden furrowed his brows. "They are the essence of the dead ancestors of his tribe.. for someone like you I'm sure you understand what I mean" Nimara gave him a knowing smile. "What about it.." "Eragon is currently absorbing the accumulated essence of his ancestor--" Nimara was about to continue speaking when Aiden interrupted. "Hold up? what do you mean by accumulated? according to Eragon several of his Ancestors has undergone this Ancestral Ceremony in the past. How come there is still enough essence remaining?" Aiden furrowed his brows Now things were no longer making any sense. From where he was standing, he could sense the immense power brimming within those seventy energy threads attached to various parts of Eragon's body. Even with his tough physique, he wasn't sure he would be able to survive if those energy threads exploded in front of him. "Gosh. Haven't you figured it ou

Kicking the ground with the back of her feet, Petrova leaped into the air, trying to draw as much distance as she could afford.. At the same time, she brought out three arrows from the quiver behind her as she nocked it on her bow, tugged and then released the strings.. From removing the arrows, all the way to nocking and then releasing them, Petrova's movement was fluid, fast and graceful. Boom Three red lights streaked into the clouds. Followed by a loud bang, about thirty red arrow lights descended down upon General Jazz like a meteor shower. Bang! Bang! Bang! The arrow lights easily shattered the dozens of fist images headed towards Petrova before losing all their power, dispersing into the wind as the three arrows flew back into Petrova's quiver. Just like the bow Petrova was weilding, these arrows were actually armaments as well. There was no way she was just going to just leave them laying about carelessly. However instead of being satisfied, Petrova's expression wen

The sound of boot colliding with muddy soil made a disgusting squishing noise as a hooded figure walked across the sidewalk of a ghetto street. The skies above was cloudy and once in a while, a drizzle of rain would descend. Perhaps because their head was pointed down, the hooded figure ended up bumping into a group of three tough looking men. "Hey brat! watch it!" the one at the middle scowled. He had the tattoo of a roaring viper across the left side of his neck and a thick blunt trapped between his lips. "Walk away.." the hooded figure mumbled as they attempted to walk around the group. However, the three tough looking men were not having any of it. "You sure are gutsy brat" they blocked the path of the hooded figure. "You dared bump into Boss Kian? if you don't want to lose an eye, better kowtow, apologize and leave your wallet behind" the Thug at the left snickered while sneakily exposing the sharp dagger hidden in his pocket. "I'm currently in a bad mood. Walk away" th