Dark Fantasy

Fenrir is a slave sold to the noble Clark family. The slave auctioneer labels Fenrir as "A person from an ancient civilization with crystal blue eyes." Along with Fenrir, a book written in an unfamiliar language is sold, and only Fenrir can read it. The auctioneer refers to it as the "1000-year Magic Book." One day, Fenrir accidentally summons a great mage named Silya. Silya isn't an ordinary wizard but a protector of the Empire known as the Forest Wizard. It's revealed that Fenrir is a genius wizard, and even Silya is impressed by Fenrir's power. Is Fenrir truly a person from an ancient civilization as claimed by the auctioneer? And what is the actual content of the mysterious book Fenrir possesses? These questions don't occupy Fenrir's thoughts much; right now, Fenrir's focus is on becoming stronger to avenge those dear to him.

A supersoldier from future earth, after a mission gone wrong, is betrayed and hunted by the people he once fought for. However, through a freak twist of events involving a stolen classified portal and some odd serums, he ends up getting dragged along by a psychopathic criminal through this portal, never to be seen again. Until he woke up to the sound of... crying? A super-soldier is reincarnated as a child in another world, one full of new people, places, and opportunities. This time, he's dead set on living it in a brighter, happier way, thinking he's finally gotten a life away and safe from the Earth and its dark, manipulative hands. However unfortunately, destiny has other plans in store...

**Synopsis** A century has past, since the prognostication that, a Halfling will save the lands was heard, but no sign of it has been seen. What will be the fate of the three lands, if the Dekinans manage to free Belial (Their Master and the Ruler of Hell) ???? The Mighty One (Insisa), not in his physical form anymore. But............. The prophecy???? The legend scripture has it that, " The world might be in chaos again, more bigger and bloodier than the Great war, but ye shall not worry for thy saviour is coming back. A child born in an anomalous and mystifying way, A Halfling, The bearer of the light and power of the Mighty one. "Oh ye, do not worry, for he is not to be underestimated, cause he shall conquer thy enemies and bring ye nothing but tranquility. And when the world welcomes him, Ye shall prepare to witness five rare phenomenal that will happen together at the same time for one day and one night. Once ye see those phenomenal, then know that ye saviour has arrive." Halfling are considered as weak and meek beings, not having the full blood of any supernatural being they are, but Aeron was extraordinary and especial. Despite his young age, the weight of the lands leans on him. Will he save the lands or succumb to Belial's manipulation eventually at last, even though the world is counting on him????!

🏆[No.2 "Outstanding An Story" of "The Ultimate Fantasy" Contest]🏆 Two hundred years ago every person on planet Mirmid heard a voice in their head '' Planet has reached the initial requirement for evaluation awaking mana for evaluation'' And from that day onwards life of every living being on planet Mirmid changed completely. A status window appeared in front of every person who was at least 15 years old on the status window they can see their strength, skill, mana and everything related to them. Dungeons started to appear all around the planet, animals started to evolve into magic beasts. Humans can also grow with the help of mana, they can enter dungeons and can kill the magic beast to level up and gain new skills and power that can make them extremely powerful. In this world Ethan a fifteen year old boy is starting his journey of evaluation where he has to face many challenges. Will he be able to overcome every challenge and become the strongest or he will just perish before reaching the top? Join Ethan in his adventure to know about it

From the typical fantasy hero wielding a sword and shield to a cyberpunk warrior from a futuristic metropolis. From a vicious underworld monster to a literal messenger of God. Matthew Nash has complete control over who fights in his show. The possibilities are limitless. There's nothing special about him initially. He's just an average young man who enjoys professional wrestling and mixed martial arts. Aside from watching them, he is obsessed with all types of management mode from those show's games. Handling the show budget or selecting fighters and wrestlers is more fascinating to him than controlling a character to beat opponents. After he was transmigrated to another realm, a foreign entity assigned him to put on a show that focused on the fighters from many worlds. He must be able to amuse the gods and their servants across the multiverse. What kind of spectacles will he put on? Can he beat other shows that already have big names?

What is the role of those third-rate villains in games or novels? I asked this question to myself quite a number of times. They don't have major screen time, but some of them have a huge effect on the storyline. And, if one of them hadn't played their role correctly, what would happen to the storyline? It seems like I am going to answer those questions since I became the third-rate villain in an RPG game. ------------------------------0----------------------------------- Chapter length 1000-2000 words.

Elliot scanned his eyes round Lexa's curvy body, making her nervous. “Wow. Such beauty,” he said, with the most glorious smile. “A-are you him?” Alexa had never felt so weak. “What was I thinking? I forgot I can’t kill royals so easily. I definitely won’t want to kill you.” He bowed before her. “I’m sorry your majesty. I forgot you were royalty.” Alexa gulped. He moved like flash, appearing here and there within the twinkle of an eye. He sped to her back and held her waist. She whimpered. “I know everything about you and I know what you want,” he whispered in her ear. “I know you want me.” She pulled away from him. He smiled… a deadly smile. Alexa wanted to be strong, she was a Queen after all. “If you know what I want then you must tell me what you want in return.” "Everyone knows that the devil wants," Elliot said, smiling with great lust. *** Will the love between the devil and a prized angel ever succeed? Will a prophecy overrule a witch's curse? Will Elliot be given an second chance into holiness? Will their love prevail and will their forbidden love be accepted by the realms?

In the wake of a devastating plague that claimed the lives of 95% of Umbravale's inhabitants, Kieran Nyxshade returns from his grandmother's house to a city in ruins, his parents among the casualties. At 17, the time has come for Kieran to awaken his magical powers, but instead of a blessing, he is bestowed with a cursed ability—the power of a Revenant. Haunted by loss and fueled by a desire for justice, Kieran discovers the orchestrator of the mysterious plague. Determined to vanquish the restless souls and confront the cruel princes of Valorthorn Kingdom, he embarks on a journey where alliances are fragile, and the line between darkness and heroism blurs. Can Kieran harness his newfound power to reshape the fate of Varidianth Kingdom, or will the shadows consume him in his quest for vengeance?

Project E or in order the project A, B, and, C. These three are the special projects built by an organization back in the early days. Their soldiers called Swordsmens or Swordswomens are deployed in every specific area called Lands, City, and Village. This area has massive walls and massive trees outside of it as they're getting guarded by men with weapons well trained and some are still undiscovered.

In the heart of an Old World that has been filled to the brim with unimaginable horrors, one of humanity's final forces has founded itself. Yet, the glory days are long gone. With only the guidance of those who have come before them, the Purebloods- as they have chosen to call themselves- seek only the destruction of the creatures that have wreaked havoc on their world. It is in these times of unending disease and battle, that the hardest of choices must be made. The fate of this parallel realm rests in the palms of those from beyond its walls. Those, with nowhere else to call home.