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Book One is finally complete, please look forward to Book Two, The Chronicles of Arnora: The Zemorian Invasion! Thousands of years ago there was a great war between the powers of light and darkness. The army of good had defeated the powers of evil, however darkness doesn't truly die.... Now thousands of years later that evil has returned to finish what it started all those years ago. The hope of saving the world now rests on the shoulders of one young man. Can he stop this evil before it rises again? Or will the darkness snuff out the light and reign supreme? Find out in the first exciting installment of The Chronicles of Arnora: The Curse of the Blood Moon! My story takes place on a alternate Earth, in the fictional realm of Arnora. A place abundant with magic and full of different races such as Elves, Dwarves, Orcs, Witches and Wizards. I've taking inspiration from some of my favorite well known sources to bring this story to life. Some of them include The Lord of the Rings, The Witcher, Eragon and even Harry Potter. If you enjoy epic fantasy stories then I think you'll enjoy my story The Chronicles of Arnora: The Curse of the Blood Moon. This is an original story of my own creation with my own original characters. Before I started publishing my story on �������� I've had several people read it and they've told me it was good and they enjoyed reading it and I hope you all enjoy it as well. I've always been told I have a very active and creative imagination and I should use that i it a like and follow for more chapters to come. Please feel free to point out any grammatical errors you find that I may have missed as I'm constantly editing the story to make it better. *If any names in my story are that of real world people it's completely coincidental, I use a random name generator, which creates countless names, to help with the naming of some of my characters.

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

I wrote this for EVERYONE. An introduction to my universe.Best for slow , attentive , close reading. Stick with it. When you get to the action parts (which doesn't take long ) you should be invested enough to want to unravel the mystery and enjoy its intrigue.. The flood is raging. A terrifying, heartless mountain of water, swallowing the world in inevitable finality. The tunnel networks? Of course, that won't save them. The forests? Like leaves in a breeze. The lookout towers and trade hubs? Gone. Washed clean. What does it take to take everything? Every home, every name, every last trace of what once was. And who would do such a thing? And how? No one has ever seen anything that would make them believe in magic. Gamleon is the first to see and to survive. His mind near collapse under the strain, his heart broken. He runs. What would you do? What could anyone do? A world of mythological beasts and medieval men, where Gorgon hordes slither beneath the earth, clawing for metal, for power, for anything. But they come for your children. Opulent kings wage wars over things no one can even recall, blind to the coming obliteration. There is an isolated, forgotten place. A cavern, magnificent and vast, older than civilization. A place where the weird and the unwanted might ride out the cataclysm. In this special place, something incredible, cut off from the outside, lurks. Something... you won't be ready for or ever expect. Our weary, world-worn adventurer is a paradox: terrifying perhaps, yet tender, grotesque but with a quiet dignity bordering on noble, intimidating and innately intelligent. With no choice but to navigate the unexpected Gorgon tunnels, his inner thoughts help us all learn how to persist and triumph in the face of impossible odds. Join him and be swept away as he reconciles never-before-seen innovations and insurmountable challenges. Dignity and hope. Self-respect and courage.

UPDATE: NOVEMBER 2020: VERSION 2 OUT NOW. IT'S WAY BETTER. TRUST ME! MARCH 2019- I will be rewriting this book soon! There are some things that could use MAJOR changing... -_-;;; Just keep watch for the (REVISED... AGAIN) tag beside every chapter. Look below, even this description could use some major work. I'll work on it eventually. Until then, PLEASE read my original works instead, Petrified and Imagine. They will surely be more interesting than this book I wrote back in 5th grade, about 8 years ago... Cover by Amythic LOOK TO THE MIST TO FIND YOUR DESTINY... One day in MistClan a kit named Mistkit was born. She had always wanted to be leader since the day she began to see the world, and her siblings, Sedgekit and Ivykit, don't think she can be leader. Now she has to try to prove them wrong. Join Mistkit as she grows up in her adventures as a loyal MistClan warrior, and how she rose to the top to gain her victory as Miststar, leader of MistClan. This is a fan fiction book related to the series "Warriors" by Erin Hunter. Rated PG for the following: Sad bits Deaths Fighting Kit births (I cannot go into too much detail of that. That would be awfully disgusting.) People at least 8+ should read this. ^^ Unless you're a scared little kittypet who thinks they cannot handle it. Lol, JK. XD This book comes before in chronology: MistClan's path book 1: Into the clans ~MOST READ BOOK OF MINE!~

Dante Aurelius grew up in the boring village of Arthedain as a noble of the Silvermoon noble house. She dulled from the never ending life of hardship bestowed upon her family upon her birth for the debt that was owed to keep Dante alive and free for as long as she lived. It all came crashing down one, fateful night when she was awoken from palace guards shaking her awake and guiding her to a horse and sending her away from the mansion, her parents screams heard in the distance. She wandered for days in the forest, shadowed by the Whitehorn Mountains until she came across a man of the forest. A Dunedain Ranger. Who not only saved her life but freed her from a lifetime of servitude and made her one of his own as well as adopted her. Will Dante fall off the deep end and snap from the loss? Or will she rise above all else and push past the pain and sorrow? (Hey guys! This book is honest a work of fan fiction in a way and has been comprised from my Discord RP server. Dante, Azura, Connor and most all of the other characters come from the server, Dante being my OC. I do not take all the credit for every last idea in this book but a lot of it is custom written, though as I mentioned not all of it. I will not claim to be a good writer but since I enjoy it I figured why not make a book containing the backstory of Dante Aurelius and go from there. I hope you all enjoy this as a read regardless.) READER NOTE: This story was completed on a cliff hanger since all the content from this story came from a rp I ran on discord. That rp no longer exists, so this is all that remains. I may choose to add to it at a later date if the story gets more reads. ♡

{continues}This is tale that follows an well respected, adventurous and reasonable young man who. Has always wanted adventure. His name is Timûs, growing up and working as bar tender, his world be flipped up side down. An well known Druid by name of Sandor who tells Timûs is next in line to the throne of the kingdom of life. Aswell, that he is tasked with mission to reclaim his rightful place and next inline. But, there is doom in the east of the world. A evil sorcerers, who rules with torture. His name is kranks, ruler, sorcerers and army of goblins, gnomes and trolls. The sorcerer has one weapon that he uses, bracelet, that turns the user into madnes. As when Timûs was growing up his farther, lord p , and his mother who was the queen, queen, and the Imp who was the economically trained , Tock, who also trained as worrier . Timûs doesn't go alone. His two cousins, kitor and Andor who were his long lost cousins. The charismatic elf Josen, the Druid Sandor and the dwarf brothers Garo and Fardor. As well the elven scout called Fár. To seek out the bracelet and destroy it. But there is two outlanders an a troll of the name of Mashder who speaks, but, only little. bow master of the name of Adamer that Timûs comes across. As when Timûs gose on adventure, there is untrustworthy, ugly, lying gnome by name of Sumbumer. who she is corrupted by of the Bracelet. Aswell, Timûs has only wanted one thing. That would be have girl friend, who his called, Eellaer, who is only year younger than Timûs. Reason, willingness, braveness and knowledge all Timûs needs to go on this adventure.

Strands of your mind cling together like web to a slippery leaf bathed in the morning dew. You have seen both heaven and hell, witnessed the atrocities of war firsthand, and imagined a better life in the deepest, most intimate corners of your dreaming spirit. The wishes for peace and certainty you have once so desperately longed for, now lay trampled underneath the might of your mind's vivid horrors. What was once so bright and lively, now cowers in fear, clinging to gone memories like a shipwreck survivor to some lowly piece of driftwood. From the depths of hell, you arrived victorious, grasping the laurel wreath high above your head. Unrecognizable, with your empty eyes telling a story of innocence brutally taken away from the child curling in shame in the depths of your empty soul. Almost green you are, curly head, having grown up with a rifle by your bedside table, never knowing peace and quiet. Out of the pan that was the Kazdel Civil War and into the scorching flames of Lungmen, where life flows by on its own accord, here, you must learn to live once more. So put on your best facade, Let the reuniting trumpets ring a wild, And allow the city to swallow you whole. Here we are, a continuation of my previous work "Goodbye Curly Head", which sprawled into quite the epistle (but it wasn't really a letter, it's just long :P). Summarized in the most basic way possible, it's a story about a twenty-year-old Kazdel Civil War veteran who goes to Lungmen and has some troubles acclimating to the steady life presented before him. Sprinkle in a too-good-to-be-true offer and a freshly established logistics company, and you get Andy trying to make it big for as long as his deteriorating mental state lets him. I'd say it works as a standalone story for anyone who doesn't want to bother reading the first part. For now, at least. As always, please, pwwease leave a comment, positive, negative, I LOOOVE reading and replying to comments!!

Originally a backstory for a D&D Character that got just a little bit out of hand with length and detail, its now morphed itself into a full blown Novella. Its the most effort I have ever put into any creative project in my life. I hope you enjoy it! This is the story of a twenty year old human man, Mardston, as he takes his first steps along the path to becoming a true warrior. Trained as a blacksmith as a child by his adopted dwarven family, and then as a Mercenary Soldier as a young man. Happy where he was in life as a traveling sellsword, he had it all torn away when his first experience with a deadly battle, was a massacre that saw all 500 of his companions cut down in a manner of minutes. Walking away from the engagement by being judged by his enemies as the most mentally weak, and therefore chosen as the designated survivor to go tell the tale of what happens to those who intrude in their woods. Completely alone, with no purpose, no living friends, and no desire to work as the one thing he was trained to do. Mardston starts his journey to becoming a warrior at the bottom of a bottle. Where he is singled out for the most mundane of reasons by a strange young elven woman with unnatural abilities, who chooses him to accompany her on her journey. A journey where she begins the path to learning what it means to be a Hero to those who need saving, and where he stands fast and fights to protect her and keep her safe from all who wish her harm. While the two of them together venture forth to find their new places in a world that has no need of them as they were. - While editing, I noticed that I didn't describe Mardstons physical description well. Jamming it in now, results in awkward and clunky exposition. So I will just write it here even more awkwardly. Mardston stands at 6'2" tall, weighing in at 350 lbs. Built like a bodybuilder from a childhood of keeping up with dwarves, he stands with more than twice the mass and strength of your average human warrior.

You are taken from home by Herobrine, except now you have control over whether you love him or hate him. We all seek adventure, both in our lives and outside. That is why we escape to the fantasy world of Minecraft. That is why we endorse ourselves in a book. But we all wish for something a little more than just some guided quest where the world is unable to be explored on your own and really be your own adventure. We all wish for something at least a little closer to reality. Well, my dear readers, what if I told you that this dream was not only achievable, but also done? Strap yourself in, because in a story like this, where you make the choices, its going to be a rollercoaster of a ride. :) (CYOAS = Choose Your Own Adventure Story) (I would suggest ages 15 - 25) (So far, this CYOAS has: 10+ different endings) - - - Comments include: - - - "I just wanted to let you know that I loved this story, everything was perfect and so original, thank u for that :)" -FacelessMoon5 "Your story is absolutely amazing so it's only fair it has that many and even more reads." -VanaTheDevilishAngel ---------- Major character death No lemon Some chapters may contain gore ---------- ((( #43 in "car"!! Wow, this story must really SlAp! XD )))

CRINGE WARNING! First book I ever wrote on here!! -- "Sometimes the person who you are willing to take a bullet for is the person behind the gun." I stood peering over the cold lifeless body that lay before my eyes. I had always thought of death the enemy, but right now, I blessed it upon the person who is now at peace. Sometimes you don't need to be the smartest, or the fastest, but you do need to be wisest. They say the blood runs deeper than water, and I believe it, because even though the people that we love can turn on us and begin to hate us, they are only human, meaning that soon they will begin to see how short life really is and how it is not to be wasted. People who seem perfect and they look like they have no floors'; they are the people who are suffering, like I was. But I found my savior in the most uncommon place. He was able to look through my mask, he saw the cracks, and tried to fix the broken girl that hid away deep inside the girl who only wanted to be seen as 'fine'. I slowly began to find comfort and safety in him, and I did the same to him. We were two broken people becoming whole. Someone once said when you pass, if you can count your true friends on one hand you are beyond lucky, and I even though I did not like the person that lay before me, I know that he once had true friends, including me. I'm a 17 year old girl who has suffered more than any other, beginning to believe that 'Hope' was just another word the people throw around. Until I fell in love with a badboy. Trailer to the side -------------------> Made By @Laura__1 Cover made by @Beautiful_Tragedy8 Copyright 2014