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Imagine the Knights of the Round Table in a Diesel Punk world. After the murder of his father Uther, Arthur Pendragon escaped to the east with his Godfather, Sir Percival Gifford. Raised with the best education, both martial and Academic, He learned the ways of the world far from his homeland. Years later he returned to take back the throne that was his by birth. In so doing, destroying the dark and murderous reign of his Uncle, The Duke of Gloucester. With the prophesized return of the true born King, Arthur must take up the mantle and lead his loyal troops to victory. Follow Arthur as he battles to reclaim the Diesel Throne. ________________________________________________________________ I have rejigged the story with shorter chapters and more accurate editing. (Hopefully) If you have some constructive critisisms, or just thoughts and ideas, you are very welcome. Please Enjoy

A young, brand new truck driver learns the ropes of the trucking industry and lessons on life as he treads the roads of the United States with a series of misfit trainers and co-drivers. Getting into misadventures and omnishambles while dealing with outrageous dangers and hazards on the road, Andrew struggles to reach his ultimate goals: to drive a million miles, and a make a million dollars.

One of teenage boy dies under our famous god of death called 'The Truck'. He met a goddess who is embodiment of all punk genres. She says to the boy that, he is chosen 'randomly' for a coming contest, called the "MultiPunkVerse". She said to him that you will be given 1 gift, two wishes in one form. MC was thrown in the diesel punk world. Where he will experience daily struggle of apocalyptic, dystopian, diesel powered machines, and unknown diesel creatures. He also will experience our so called every day royal fight, noble fight, hierarchy fight, love rivals, secret organizations, cults, cannibals, etc. So if you're interested then just give it a glance. By the way, real story will begin after chapter 10.

It is well past midnight and sleep evades me; my very mind feels heavy and painful inside of my own skull. Even as I write this, I must rely on a machine to type out the words for me as my hands are not steady enough to hold a pen. Sweat paints my forehead despite the chilling night air wafting in through my study window. I realize now that this is the only way I can find any form of solace or peace. I write this now not as a last will and testament for the encroaching end I know is just lurking in the shadows between dusk and dawn. My body is aged and withered, but not beyond what my own arts cannot restore. Truly I could live beyond the years of this physical form if I so chose, but my end is not in my own hands I fear… no, my death will come to be; soon. So, I choose to write this as a confession of my sins.

"Beware, oh Light. For when your Herald falls, so begin the drums of war." World eating beasts, gods that are supposed to be gone, an evil sect of the powerful elite planning from the shadows, A dead Herald of light and Heralds that cannot sing anymore. Wierd new Krystals that are killing people. Yup, The Empire is a drum of fuel soaked shtak waiting for one little match, and I just might be it. My name is Aletta Cologne, and yesterday if I was asked to introduce myself I would've said; bounty hunter by day, bounty hunter by night. Antiquities dealer every weekend, Scholastic Historian when I've got the time. The only thing cool about my life is the fact that I am best friends with a Herald. Heralds are the glue that holds The Iragan Empire together. Ordained by the Great Mother herself to sing her prophecies and make life so much easier for the rest of us. That all changes when my mother; THE Herald of Light, is murdered, and the heralds begin to lose their mana, fulfilling a three-thousand-year-old prophecy. The Nazgul are world eating creatures of the dark that have been locked out of this dimension for thousands of years. They have never stopped searching for a point of entry. Without the Herald of light, we are the weakest there is. If we do not find my mother's killer, then her soul cannot anoint the new Herald. Without the Herald of Light to keep the Velos gate closed the Nazgul will come through and consume our existence. Oh, and there is a shadowy sect of the Elite plotting to rip power from the heralds. I shouldn't have gotten out of bed this morning.

One day, a poor girl wakes to find she is trapped alone in a dark cave. The child, having no recollection of how she got there or who she is, tries to cope with her alarming dilemma. Little does she know, her adventure was just beginning. For she was fated to experience a manifold of encounters along her journey.

Eddie,a FBI agent,solves a mystery case that helps her in finding the truth about her herself.

Princess Diego Reed finds herself in the custody of the Dornish and is about to be sacrificed, until she is rescued by an unlikely hero. Together they go on a journey to Theronia where they meet new friends and new foes.

The book that first introduces the Xenoverse. Arley Arriaga, a Xeno-being that possesses miraculous powers, has to overcome the Headmaster and his orderlies in order to free his best friend and the students from the "school" they reside in. TW: General TW. Mature themes; read at your own risk.

Maddie was always the introverted girl everyone else knew but no one knew the darkest secret she kept in her closet. Her mother tried her best to help but it was for her own selfish reasons. Maddie found herself in a world full of depression, loneliness and bad luck.She was forced to marry an oldie in his 60s but she did everything possible to free herself from her cage.Her secrets were soon discovered and she was tagged one of the most dangerous women alive.