Let Me Go, Mr. Hill!

How far would a father go to save his sons? What lengths would he take? How big a sacrifice would he make just to amend a wrong he committed centuries ago and give his sons a chance at a normal life. The Seventh Son is about a man who cheated on his beloved on their wedding day and centuries later his sons are still paying for his one mistake. But then one day he decided to father a son that would match the curse bestowed on him, A son that his beloved would not dare touch. Would it work and put a stop to a centuries old curse or would it backfire and unleash a worse curse. Follow me on this journey of a lover that cursed her man to suffer for eternity.

“How dare you think you’ll walk in here and win?” Alex told him, his eyes where blood red and Smokey. “I will not let this slide you definitely look like someone that would be an issue with time.” “Urghh!!!” Leonard could barely speak, as he groaned in pain and crawled on the ground. Leonard slid his phone slowly out of his pocket and dialed the first number there… it happened to be Emily. “Hello…” his voice was low and weak. “Hey Leo, what’s up?” “help me!” “What’s wrong?” She asked him. “Arghhhh,” Leonard groaned in so much pain, before the call went silent. Alex had stabbed him through his heart.

Plot Summary Zoe means "Life", and Zoe is a mutant, of course, everyone knows what a mutant is. But for Zoe, all of that cannot be compared with the ability he possess, which is to see the souls of the dead. anything else? No, it's even better, that you can not only see the ghost but also see its past and the reason why it died, the most important thing is that you can control it. But for Zoe, also because of this ability, he has encountered many troubles, the first one is being held by a spirit that does not let go, that soul is named Jill, a boy who was killed when he was only ten years old. To know why he discovered this ability of his and how to use it, and whether the mistakes can be corrected when Zoe sold his soul to the devil out of hatred, listen to Jill's words once. ghost with a desire to take revenge on those who killed him and help him absorb enough human souls to become an immortal Grim Reaper.

I remember the day everything burned like a wound that would never heal. Flames stole my family — my parents were ripped from me, my little brothers and sisters turned to ash — all because debts bled our name dry. They came in the night with torches and cold mouths, set our home alight, and watched the world I knew collapse into smoke. When I thought the world had taken its last piece of me, something — someone — stepped through the blaze. I could not tell if it was man or woman; the fire kept the savior's shape blurred and holy, as if the flames themselves had given birth to a protector. They pulled me from the ruin and vanished like a promise. For seven years I answered a different kind of fire. I joined the army and let the drill and the discipline burn the broken parts clean. My hands learned steel. My bones learned marching. My nights learned keeping watch. I learned how to turn pain into armor, sorrow into strategy. I was forged in training fields and battle lines until a new name fit me. I am Kaelor Thane now — not a child who once cried over ash, but a force that arrives on the war road without apology. They called me the God of War because I learned to move like thunder and strike like winter. I carry no mercy in my pocket; I carry only the weight of a debt to be settled. Those who think they can stand between me and what I owe will learn the hard truth: I do not forgive. I do not forget. I return to make the ledger even, and I will make them pay in ruin, pain, and a silence that remembers my name.

Struggling novelist Athena Morrison once thought life had nothing left to offer her. Living a reclusive lifestyle and trying to make ends meet while trying to make a name for herself as an author, she certainly had it hard enough. Coupled with extreme bouts of depression and constant threats with running from her dark past however, one can only go so far before something snaps. So in one stormy evening, plagued by the demons of her own making, she planned on ending it all.Before she was stopped by some unsuspecting maintenance crew.A fateful encounter, if she were to describe it. Change was coming to her life. Perhaps it was time to stop running, to try and take hold of her own destiny. A lot of things were happening in this city, money changing hands, deals being made; politics were being played and power constantly in flux. And while change is something to be feared, it was also something to be excited about. Athena only hoped that it was for the better.Bug me on Discord: https://discord.gg/NZA6JunBug me on Twitter: @FriedMokou

Mr. Richard faces terrible betrayal and suffering as though he were cursed and left to rot for the love he gave so freely, he was stripped of hope and trapped in a desolate place where he watches as his family crumbles, his wife falling into the arms of another man whilst he is locked up and tortured by his in-laws, Richard’s despair sparks a hidden meta power within him and he embraces his dark side, he rises, masking his divine strength in a disguise with vengeance driving him, Richard sets out to reclaim his life and rewrite his fate.

"Mr. Webb, your wife was brought in approximately three hours ago. We need you here immediately." Damien's world collapsed when he discovered his wife's affair through hospital records. But the betrayal went deeper than infidelity. Lisa and her wealthy lover Derek were plotting to take away his daughter Emma, using money and connections to destroy him in court. What happens when a working-class father fights against a system designed to favor the rich? Will Damien protect his daughter from manipulative forces? Can love triumph over corruption?

Heartbreak? Surmounting Medical Bills? & An Unexpected Proposal? Reynold is at his wits end. Working a 9-5 job for a measly pay was not how he envisioned his future to be, and worse still there’s no salary raise despite how hardworking he is. He decides to confront the wicked employer who’d been exploiting him all this while, but he is met with another shock as he finds his long term girlfriend cheating on him with the same man. Frustrated and angry, he erupts into a violent confrontation with his boss, and this results into a brutal eviction leading him to be casted out in the streets. With nowhere to go, and a battered body moping the streets, fate soon deals him a lucky card and he receives a shocking proposition. “Hello Mr, would you like to marry me?”

"Ethan, oh Ethan, don't think too highly of your self, you are nothing but a blood donor. You are just a useless piece of trash, do you think you deserve to be my husband? Ha dream on!" Daphne scoffed and spat in disgust. After many years of serving your wife and inlaw like a slave, you found out you were nothing but just a blood donor. You were just a piece of shit in the eyes of your in-laws and wife. What would you do if you suddenly become rich. Will you accept your wife back? Will you still donate blood for your mother in law who was the verge of death. Join me as we go through the journey with Ethan Willow the once useless son in law.

O Bored Prowler of the white pages stained in dark ink. Do ye tire and lose interest in the scrolls of endless writers that tell the dry tales of Systems? Of modern men who traverse through time and space to arrive in fantastical worlds where they achieve naught but baseless journeys? Of tasteless worlds with no intrigue, failing to grasp thy mind? If that be the case, hearken unto me, O Prowler! Let me appeal to thy desire for adventure and darkness, bringing thee into the world of LEASTRIA, where ye shall follow the story of foul men born from distorted shadow! Where selfish Stars toy with fate from their Odd Demesnes! Where the Enlightened, the Sorcerers, the Cradlers and the Genuine Accursed roam and rend the Sheltered Lands with their obscene lust and greed! Where ye shall follow the story of the Cursed Child as he seeks ‘The Bringing’ and rises from meagrehood to significance under thy eyes. Hearken unto my voice and begin this tale, if ye fear not to prowl in Mythology. Do ye dare, O Prowler, to be lost in true Fantasy? ---------------- I will be posting this story on Royal Road under the name Shade Arjuun