That a hella long paragraph
After waking up, the first thing I after checking the empty area was checking up on my body the best way I could. Because my mobility was still quite sluggish, seems like it is still under the influence of the paralysis-inducing toxin. After checking every inch of my body I found several inconsistencies. During and following the events after my struggle against the mutated goldfish, I have not taken the time to check out my body. Quite sad that having attached limbs was enough for me in that situation. On my forehead, I felt remnants of their holy power carved deep into my skin. It seems to be a word in a foreign language. This stigma did not hurt at all, but if I start to recall the sensation of holy power. The stigma begins to shine brightly. Even if it invokes some kind of shame in me, I still can use it as a source of light in this dark cave, that I am currently inside of. In comparison, the state of my left leg is much more severe, besides it still being broken in several places, there now was a bulge on it as well. This bulge is pulsating in an ordinary and calm fashion. Yet if its touched it retracts and it feels quite squishy and many small pebbles can be felt beneath my skin.
Fantasy · Fearmongering
To the people she saved
Her entire being seemed to radiate coldness as all of the eyes were focussed on her. Everyone instinctively knew just how much she thoroughly despised all of them. Considered a beauty, her long brown hair was the cause of much envy and jealousy, although these kinds of rumours were beneath her notice.
Fantasy · Fearmongering
Whomp whomp
Her entire being seemed to radiate coldness as all of the eyes were focussed on her. Everyone instinctively knew just how much she thoroughly despised all of them. Considered a beauty, her long brown hair was the cause of much envy and jealousy, although these kinds of rumours were beneath her notice.
Fantasy · Fearmongering
The ebony hue of the sword symbolized darkness, while the crimson tint represented blood, embodying the essence of the figure's existence. Known to few, this enigmatic figure bore the name of the Shadow Lord, Zephyr.
Fantasy · Alexcj
The chamber exuded an aura of ancient grandeur, reminiscent of bygone eras. At its far end stood a throne, elevated on a dais reached by a half-meter-high staircase, flanked by a crimson carpet that stretched from the throne to the chamber's entrance. Though the room was shrouded in darkness, faint rays of red sunlight filtered through, their harsh intensity seemingly tempered for the supernaturals dwelling within the settlement. Unlike the burning touch of the yellow sun, the red sun provided a reprieve, particularly for nocturnal creatures like vampires, granting them a measure of respite from its rays. Nonetheless, lingering too long under its glow still posed risks, necessitating their continued reliance on the safety of the night.
Fantasy · Alexcj
Lol
"Ahhh, the power sealed in my left eye. Don't worry. Soon, your existence will be revealed to the world. It's time. Yes, the time has come for a protagonist of the world."
Fantasy · Zehell2218
Now, I'll be treated like those cute protagonists in manhwas. I'll have a doting hot daddy, a few overprotective handsome brothers and the male lead will fawn over me.
Fantasy · Zehell2218
Hope it isn’t a 9 to 5 job
"I guess it's time to get ready for that horrible job again," a man said as he stood up from the bed, glancing at the clock on the wall across the room.
Fantasy · Alexcj
What
After waking up, the first thing I after checking the empty area was checking up on my body the best way I could. Because my mobility was still quite sluggish, seems like it is still under the influence of the paralysis-inducing toxin. After checking every inch of my body I found several inconsistencies. During and following the events after my struggle against the mutated goldfish, I have not taken the time to check out my body. Quite sad that having attached limbs was enough for me in that situation. On my forehead, I felt remnants of their holy power carved deep into my skin. It seems to be a word in a foreign language. This stigma did not hurt at all, but if I start to recall the sensation of holy power. The stigma begins to shine brightly. Even if it invokes some kind of shame in me, I still can use it as a source of light in this dark cave, that I am currently inside of. In comparison, the state of my left leg is much more severe, besides it still being broken in several places, there now was a bulge on it as well. This bulge is pulsating in an ordinary and calm fashion. Yet if its touched it retracts and it feels quite squishy and many small pebbles can be felt beneath my skin.
Born&Torn (Old)
Fantasy · Fearmongering