I Can Do It

In the second installment of the theurgy series, Ryan is an orphan living an uncertain life. A promise, an oath made from retaliation has slowly lost its purpose as he finds himself questioning his goals. But as dark forces attempt to strangle the last bastions of peace within his grim life, he will do all he can to salvage it. We follow Ryan as he is targeted by the ever-present entity of Talin and its minions, discovering the secrets of his forgotten past and pledging and embracing the dangerous powers that dwell within him now. Can he really be the hero that Lyse swears him to be? Can he be a godslayer? Godslayer of Death

“I’m major Kaelen, I live in this forest before you, this is my kingdom, and I will take you all down one after the other. Look closely at the ground beneath your boots, soldiers. That soil is already hungry. You arrived here thinking you were an army. You are just meat walking into a larder. You do not command this space; the shadows command you, and I am the hand that guides them. I will not fight your formations. I will bleed you drop by drop. Your patrols will disappear without a whisper. Your sentries will wake up finding the razor edge of my knife where their breath used to be. Go ahead, try to advance. You will find that retreat is impossible, surrender is irrelevant, and the only mercy you will receive is the speed of my strike. You will die lost, you will die afraid, and you will die remembering the sound of my name echoing through the impenetrable darkness. This is not a war you are fighting. This is an execution you insisted upon.”

I'm one out of none, believe me. The world, let's say it will end no matter what. Everything around us surely decompose, nor crumble as the time passes, yeah? However, do you know better than what I discover myself? One abandon the world, the like of you, this lifetime. For what? For the purpose of saving the life beyond, right? You sure find the end you've long for so long. The bitter...end. Why, you ask? Let me tell you why...I even share it to you. You even says we are not that close to begin with, so why...I'm doing this? I'm kind of debating whether you use euphoria, and actually tells me I'm some sort of a cult. That's why I have the question for you. Will you let me tell you the reason...or you already think I'm some sort of evil design to stop you? You know...the Myth, right? It's deep...within us.

I narrowed my eyes at him and caught glimpse of a guy, standing in a corner and what’s weird is that he wasn’t dancing. He seemed different and odd for all this. He’s looking in my direction, very still and I can see him intermittently. The hat makes it harder to discern. Except for the creepy, fiendish smile, raising the edges of his mouth real slowly. I squinted my eyes at him. He tugged his hat from the right, an expression of a muted Hi! I nodded reflexively and opened my mouth to call Frank, who was busy with stuffing ice cubes in two glasses of beer. “Hey!” I called with my hurting head. “What?” he asked the glasses. “Who’s that? Someone new?” I pointed at him. Frank gave up the stuffing and looked in his direction. “Haven’t seen him before” he said with confusion. . . . Elijah Heath, an eighteen year old teenager was stalked by someone. Read to know who was he? And what made him behave this strangely. Does someone REALLY follows her? Or she's hallucinating like others say? . . . "Is someone there?", I moped around the dim-litted living room. "Guess it's just me. I'm making excuses to cease. No, Elijah! You have to finish this up!". As I ascended three steps, I realized a change in the air pressure around me, an odd creak and a clear presence of heat_ behind me. My breath abated. Just as I plucked the nerve to turn, my ankle was grasped and I slided down as some hand pulled me. My knees rubbed along the hard steps. **Caution**: Contains extremely disturbing content. Read only if you can stand murder and blood descriptions else you might feel nauseous.

Hosh, who suffers from leprosy, continues to be insulted by his wife and mother-in-law who are the highest throne owners in the Zenith Clan. “Look at you, Hosh! All those fancy clothes of yours can't even cover up those hideous skins. What wife do you think would be willing to walk hand in hand with a husband like you? You're so disgusting. I don't even want to see you!" Wilo tossed his beautiful wavy hair. Until one day Hosh chose to return to his family's house to calm down. Hosh finds out that he is a Nilas. A special person who has the qualities of four clans at once. “Most likely, you are a Nilas. Like your parents and also like your grandmother. She is a Nilas.” Hosh decided to get back at all the bad treatment he received earlier. Did he succeed in transforming into a Nilas? Will he be able to avenge everyone's bad treatment to him? Did he manage to unravel the dark secret of the death of his parents?

“Take this, it will be enough for you. It's a cheque of $3,000,000. It will be more than enough for a bum like you.” Liam looked at his wife as she held the cheque to his face, “I do not need your money, you can have it.” Liam walked out of the building, he pulled out his phone, and called someone. In a few minutes, a fleet of cars pulled up and men came down calling him ‘My Lord, it is an honor to see you.” Liam Grayson was known as the Lord Supreme Of Kundra, the third most powerful man in the world. He goes into retirement to live a peaceful life with a woman he fell in love with. But three years later after helping his wife reach the pinnacle of success in the city, she hands him a divorce paper calling him nothing but a bum. Liam looks at her and signs the papers. He leaves the building not even up to an hour, A fleet of supercars arrives with guards coming down to greet Liam. It is then that his ex-wife's family begins to regret their decision, the question is who was Liam Grayson?!

“You don't deserve this throne. Your birth was nothing more than a mistake by my late husband, so don't think any more of yourself. But if you still want to be King, then go into the territories and kingdoms outside Griffindale and build your army of followers and allies from scratch. Whenever you feel like you have amassed a huge following enough to seize the throne away from me, then you can come back to fight for it. But from now on, you are on exile.” “The throne belongs to me, Stepmother. Nevertheless, I will do as you ask. But rest assured, for what you've done, I will return—not just for my throne, but also for your head.” “While the Queen fumed with rage in her private chamber, Cyrus emerged from her quarters wearing a satisfied grin, knowing his destiny was now set in stone. He would one day become king, no matter what.” -------- This is my first novel on the platform, so my pacing and world-building aren't the best, but it gets better with time. The story is set in a medieval world, somewhere in an alternate version of ancient Europe. At first the tone focuses more on war and basic politics, but as the story progresses, there will be more magic/fantasy elements added - like dragons, witches and fables. If you enjoy the work, please consider supporting it in any way you can. Any means of support goes a long way for me and is duly appreciated. Have Fun!!!

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