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In a world where legends lived and gods walked, two entities stood above all: Phoebus, The Necrophile Lord and Hardy, The Corny Supreme. They were beings of immense power, revered and feared in equal measure. Born from the essence of creation continent itself, they had shaped the world with their hands, their wills carving mountains and filling seas. But now, they faced each other in a confrontation that would decide the fate of everything they had built. Phoebus, with hair of golden light and eyes that shone like the sun, stood firm, his spear shimmering with ethereal fire. Across from him, Hardy, dark as the void with eyes like the deepest night, wielded a spear that crackled with dark energy. They had come to this desolate plain, the last unbroken part of their continent, to settle a grudge that had festered for millennia. As they stood, a few hundred paces apart, the air between them was tense, vibrating with the raw power they emanated. Lightning flashed across the sky, and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Hardy's voice, deep and resonant, broke the silence. "Necro," he growled, "it has come to this, as we always knew it would." Phoebus nodded solemnly, his eyes never leaving Hardy's. "Indeed, Corn. The balance we once held is shattered. This must end." Without another word, they charged. Their spears clashed with a sound that shattered mountains. Each strike was a force of nature, each parry a defiance of fate. They moved with blinding speed, their forms blurring as they struck and counter-struck. The ground split open, molten lava spilling forth as the land itself could not withstand their fury. Phoebus twirled his spear, its tip leaving trails of fire in the air. He thrust forward, aiming for Hardy's heart, but Hardy sidestepped with inhuman agility, his own spear lashing out to cut a deep gash in Phoebus's side. The golden blood that flowed from the wound turned to steam as it touched the air. With a roar, Phoebus swung his spear in a wide arc, unleashing a wave of searing light. The blast incinerated everything in its path, leaving a charred, smoking crater. Hardy barely managed to deflect the worst of the attack with his own spear, the dark energy crackling around him forming a protective barrier. Hardy retaliated by plunging his spear into the ground. Shadows erupted from the point of impact, spreading like a plague. Trees withered and died instantly, the earth itself seemed to rot and decay. Phoebus leaped back, but not before the creeping darkness reached his legs, causing them to tremble and weaken. "You've grown weaker, old friend," Hardy taunted, his voice echoing with dark mirth. "And you have grown more cruel," Phoebus retorted, summoning his strength to counterattack. He thrust his spear skyward, and a column of pure light descended from the heavens, engulfing Hardy. The light seared through the shadows, burning away the darkness. The force of their attacks was not limited to their immediate surroundings. Waves of destruction radiated outward, leveling forests, evaporating lakes, and turning mountains into rubble. The very air grew thin, unable to sustain life in the face of such overwhelming power. The sky darkened as ash and debris were thrown into the atmosphere, blocking out the sun. For hours they fought, neither giving ground. Their movements were a deadly dance, a ballet of destruction. Every swing of their spears tore the sky apart, and every clash sent shockwaves that leveled everything in their path. The seas boiled, and the land itself cracked and crumbled. Phoebus, summoning the last of his strength, launched himself at Hardy with a ferocious cry. His spear, glowing with the intensity of a thousand suns, aimed straight for Hardy's heart. Hardy, his eyes burning with unyielding determination, met him head-on. His spear, cloaked in shadows that seemed to devour the light, struck toward Phoebus's heart with equal force. The moment their spears pierced each ot

This is a troll novel you might've seen from tiktok I just thought of it as a joke and prolly won't finish it

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What happens when a desperate man tries to pick a Dominant's pocket?<br><br>Jake Cohen is lonely; he wants a submissive of his own now that his friends all have someone to take care of. He's so desperate he's going to ask the Sub Club for help. Until the worst pickpocket ever bumps into him one night.<br><br>Davey just doesn't have it in him to be a good pickpocket but he's desperate. Luckily, he tries his skills on Jake. When Jake hears Davey's story, he's inclined to help him. Jake also thinks Davey is just what he needs both in his professional and personal life.<br><br>Can two desperate men looking for the same thing overcome their pride and fears, and give in to their wants?

what if the sun abandoned us forsake us what if our plants could no longer grow and we were left in a icy wasteland and what if the elves are responsible for it...perhaps there's more to the story than just that follow Lysmor Ketev on his journey for peace in this cold and broken world for elves and man as well as the other races that joined the war.

When Violet Parker packed up her life in Virginia to move back to New York, she expected parties, new memories, and experiencing life on her own. Falling for her ex all over again wasn't a part of her agenda. He has always been cocky and drama-filled, but over the years those traits only seemed to heighten. Even after everything, they had been through in the past he always seemed to be the only one who had her heart up until the very end.

Plagued by bad karma and poor judgement, Isabel Perez has had the worst luck at everything. Hurled into a situation that may prove to be too much for her to handle, on the night of March 17, 2016, she witnesses the murder of her former colleague, Janice Johnson. Driven by self-preservation and fear she tries to flee only to become the prime suspect. Will her record of bad luck finally do her in or will her secret and source of bad luck force her to gamble to prove her innocence?

A 20-year-old girl who welcomed a 21-year-old homeless boy into her life. She knew what she was doing but she doesn't know will happen. Will he change her life before she could change his?

Daniella is living an average life as a bartender until she meets Koden. He tells her that her life is in danger, but leaves out the part that he was the one sent to kill her. Koden struggles to understand his emotions toward Daniella when instead of killing her, he protects her from the other demons. Will he protect her long enough before She wakes?

Question: Would you prefer a white lie or the harsh truth? The white lie can could protect someone from the harsh truth. The harsh truth, though, could open your eyes to something you wish you never knew. If I had a choice, I would have chosen the white lie. Sadly, I never got that chance as now I face the burden of the possible future and know what kind of powerful beings live in the dangerous world. Follow a reincarnated man as he does his best to survive in a world full of constant danger. Will he succomb to what events lie in the future, or will he live a long, successful life as his name would be remembered in the distant future? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I do not own Pokemon. Art to original owner and Oc are mine. First novel and tips would be preferred by experienced writers. Enjoy the story!