The simple adventure of a non-human girl learning magic in a Fantasy world.

The director's office was on the right side of Annabelle's office's wall. Kai was led by her to the door and she gently opened it, put her head into a gap between the door and its frame and whispered, "Director Mr Natasa is here." 

A powerful voice filled with a lifetime of experiences called back to her "Let him in Annabelle, thank you." Annabelle retracted her head and looked at Kai with a look of embarrassment. "Sorry if you heard that, well as you've heard you can enter now, so please." She gestured her hand in the direction of the office door and smiled. 

Kai walked towards it and said to her politely "thank you, Annabelle," before entering. 

The first thing he saw was hundreds of books neatly organized onto shelves, like a library. The room's colour was a timeworn brown and resembled a bookworm's dream. 

Many different books were categorized into different categories. There were many, categories that were divided into two parts of the room on one side was the fiction and on the other was the non-fiction. There were further subcategories like fantasy or sci-fi. And after these subcategories, there were further subcategories like historical adventure or magical world fantasies. 

Kai was instantly enamoured and found a section titled Asian fiction. Titled under it was one category that had the words Web novels written on it. He was shocked at how web novels were actually put into the library. Something that never happened in his experience. 

While he was looking at the library, a man's voice interrupted him by fake- coughing to get his attention. The voice was the same as the one that had spoken to Annabelle signifying that it was indeed the director.

It had come from the middle of the room, behind an antique desk with a lamp from the 19th century. Kai looked at the figure resting behind the desk in a comfortable padded desk chair with wheels. 

The man had neatly combed grey-white hair, a groomed moustache and beard that connected with one another. Green time-worn eyes and a well-defined jaw. A suit covered the rest of his body however his wide shoulders and back weren't hidden by it.

His biceps bulged through his sleeves and from the waist down his body was hidden by the desk. However, Kai could see that the man worked out if he wasn't naturally endowed this body by a supernatural species. (I don't know if this sentence sounds right, but I couldn't think of a better way to write it.)

The man could be a model, even though his face appeared to be in his 50s. However, the suit didn't manage to hide his natural bestiality that was deeply ingrained into the man's bones. 

Just his presence alone would have intimidated a normal human and caused him to feel uncomfortable, like facing a predator or a higher species. However, Kai wasn't human, or a normal vampire and the man's aura didn't move him the slightest. 
Bob, however, stopped relaxing and looked at the man with weary eyes. He telepathically told Kai "that man gives me the same threat level that the hellhound gave me. But his aura feels more powerful on the same level as me a first generation vampire, although he won't be much of a threat to us he could resist my aura easily."

"Got it Bob relax I've got this," Kai told Bob mentally and looked directly into the director's eyes without hesitation. He saw surprise flicker briefly through the director's eyes. After all no other person had ever looked at him directly in the eyes before when his full aura was out apart from that man, no he couldn't be classified as a person instead he was a monster a being that defied the natural laws.

Kai looked at the director trying to see his depth while the man did the same. At the same time, his aura rose and moved towards Kai trying to win the first exchange between the two. However, at that moment a powerful aura rose from Bob who was on Kai's body rivalling the director's. 

The director's eyes shined in surprise yet again, in the span of a few minutes he had been pleasantly surprised by the same person. Something that hadn't happened before. These were the thoughts going through his head right now. 

At that moment he decided to forfeit the battle as he could see Kai pretending to not withstand the immense aura as he turned even paler. Unbeknownst to the three of them, throughout the whole building, all the people had felt the two auras and were also feeling unwell. 

Annabelle who was closest to the colliding auras was leaning against her desk in an effort to not collapse on the ground. Penelope who was in her office on the second floor also supported herself by putting both her hands on the desk and sitting heavily on the seat. 

In the kitchen were two handsome men who were in the middle of having a meal, were sitting heavily in both their chairs with there hand pushed heavily on the table. Four dents were appearing where they were placing their hands. Showing that compared to Penelope and Annabelle they had less control over their strength.

And on the ground floor, there were four people two women and two men all extremely good-looking that had destroyed all that was around them in an effort not to collapse and faint from the two higher beings aura. 

And in an office with the sign labelled Principal near the entrance of the building, there was an older man with a balding head and a bit of a round body shape that had fainted in his desk white foam coming out of his mouth while his eyes had rolled to the back of his head.

Penelope whose emotions still hadn't calmed down swore out loud "Motherfu*ker, who's challenging the director. It must be that stupid cocky arrogant man who thinks he's a vampire by putting in the red contact lenses. When he leaves he going to get a beating."

Back to the director's office
Kai was still unaware that he wasn't acting according to the normal human reaction. And when the director finally retracted his aura he finally pretended to release a breath of relief.

The director looked at Bob for one last time before moving his gaze back to Kai. He looked at Kai seemingly to be thinking of a hard decision but in the end extended his hand at the chair in front of him and said to Kai in his time-worn voice "Please have a seat."

Kai is a tourist on holiday when he is killed in a terrorist attack. He wakes up during the year 1981 in a forest and finds out that he is a vampire progenitor in the Harry Potter world. Kai then heads out to the nearest human settlement which happens to be Godric Hollow. 
-This is my first time writing a novel so I will have mistakes, I'd appreciate it if you could point them out.
-I want to point out that HP doesn't belong to me.
-THE STORY WON'T BE GOING ACCORDING TO CANON! I will be introducing my own elements to the story.
-OOC Voldemort

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The long day of getting to know her roommates better had left Erin exhausted but she wasn't ready to fall asleep quite yet. She'd unpacked her clothes in the afternoon but had left arranging the rest of her personal items for when she had more quiet. It was a process she savored, putting the final touches on her own place when she was settling in somewhere new. There was something special about arranging her most important belongings in a new bedroom. 

She set her carry-on bag at the foot of the bed and pulled out her journal first of all. It was just a regular spiral notebook but because she wrote in it religiously, it was one of her most beloved possessions. She had given up on fancy, expensive journals after filling up the pages of so many, and had decided it didn't much matter what it looked like, as long as she was able to write in it. She set the journal on the little nightstand, next to the small lamp and alarm clock that had come with her room. She laid her favorite pen next to it and continued emptying her bag until the room had touches of home all around; a photo of her parents, her rosary, her stuffed Panda (Roy), her favorite perfume (Very Valentino) and her noise machine. Thankfully, she'd had the noise of the outdoors with her last night, she never slept well without the little gadget set to rainfall and creek sounds. 

She looked at the photo of her parents, and thought of the image tucked behind it-- the photo of her birth parents. It was the only photo she had of them but she cherished it. She kept it secreted behind the other photo because she didn't want to hurt her mom and dad; it also made her feel deeply sad to see the smiling young faces of the couple taken away much too young by tragedy. Erin sighed at the thought of the young pair and wondered about what Danu had said about them. What was their connection to Ireland, and what were they supposed to have told her about this so-called destiny. She thought on it a bit longer and couldn't understand how she could be of such importance that strange beings virtually kidnapped her and Olivier, and knocked him out. What if she'd never been able to study abroad? 

Growing up she had noticed that she always had a profound interest in Ireland but she'd never thought it odd. Other children would say they wanted horses when they grew up, some kids wanted to visit Disney World. Erin wanted to go to Ireland; she'd read anything she could put her hands on about it. Photo books about Ireland were her absolute favorite as a child--she was constantly checking them out from the adult non-fiction section of the library. Her parents had always encouraged her interest and so it had flourished. 

Had this destiny been that overwhelming that she had been transfixed on the Emerald Isle? She couldn't really say for sure, but she knew there was always some kind of yearning within her that drove her to constantly learn more about it. Finally, her bag was empty but for her three travel guidebooks-- one on Europe in general with listings of hostels and tourist attractions and information galore. The other two were, of course, about Ireland. Her favorite was the DK guide because it was filled to the brim with photos, historical information and everything she needed to explore every inch of this curious place. Simply thinking of the books' glossy pages made her anxious to look it over for about the 1,000th time. 

Just down the hallway, she heard Olivier finish in the bathroom and stole her chance to brush her teeth, take a quick shower and wash her face. Once that was done, she rewarded herself with her favorite pastime--reading and scouring the pages of her DK Ireland book and daydreamed about her next adventure until her daydreams slowly became actual dreams.

A young American girl follows her heart to Ireland where she discovers deeply hidden and unique connections to the island that she had never dreamed of. Upon arriving in Ireland to study, Erin feels something awaken in her she never imagined could be real.

Previously on Shinobi Fenrir:

Daisuke was stuck in the dark void but was fished out by earth's resident Guardian God 'Kami-sama'. Kami-sama told Daisuke that he was never meant to die that day but was killed by the newbie Truck kun due to negligence. Kami-sama offered Daisuke to either reincarnate in his original world 100 years in the future without his memories or to reincarnate in a new world.

Back to the story:
In an open field full of grass.

"Scram or else i'll shove your arm inside your ass" Kami said to Truck kun

"Yes Ma'am!!!!!" said Truck kun

As Kami was shouting at Truck kun I was thinking about accepting Kami-sama's offer to reincarnate to his original world but was hesitating. 'If i choose to comeback i would literaly be dead without my memories. I would forget about tou-san and kaa-san and everybody else.'

"Kami-sama, if i accept to be reincarnated in another world, would i be able to have my memories when i reincarnate over there?" I said.

Kami turned to me and said.

"Hmmmm. Okay, but just for a bonus for not being able to save you."

"It's not your fault Kami-sama, i just want to ask on what particular world are you going to reincarnate me?" I said.

"Didn't i mentioned that earlier and stop with the kami sama just call me Elsa. That's the name that you thought first when you saw me right" She said. 

I blushed like a tomato when i heard her say that.

'Oh my God she can hear my thoughts'

"Yes i can hear your thoughts! So stop muttering iniside your head. By the way i'm going to reincarnate you in the fictional world of Naruto." She said.


"Okay the Naru-Wait what? How? Isn't that just a fictional world? Am i in a fanfiction work?" I asked after i recovered from what she said.

"Well every famous fictional tales are a different world from 1 another. Have you ever heard of 'A different book is a whole new world?'. Some fiction series, adventure books, comics, anime, and even the mythological books of gods and goddesses are real. They were just written by disguised gods or messengers of a god. Naruto specifically was written by it's own resident god Akira Ōkubo. The reason that i can take you there as a reincarnated person is because Akira is my friend and he owes me one favor." Kami-sama said.

My mind was spinning from the information that was given to me. I was asking myself of all the fictional stories out there. Which are real worlds and which are not. I forcedfully stop thinking about this, i need to decide if i want to reincarnate to the naruto universe. but first.

"Can i ask why do we still need to do this? Aren't the truck suppose to reincarnate me?" I asked.

"Okay, before i answer your question let me clarify things for you. As the Guardian Guard of earth, from your previous world. I manifest as a dog that wonders and protects the equilibrium and peace of it's dimension. Let's put your experience as an example. You got hit by what we call a Non-terrestrial being of the multiverse, the truck patrols."

"Non-terrestrial? You mean to say that truck kun was not from my world? Like an alien?"

"Yes and no. The trucks or what we call as the Truck Reincarnation System or TRS is a group of soul riders that transports an individual's soul to another random world. You can say that they are not from earth but they are also not from outer space."

"The trucks were created by the supreme gods as a form of entertainment for themselves. But there are certain rules that they need to follow. They can only hit a person with low-fate value. Meaning to say, they only hit normal persons."

"So that was their use. I never thought they are tools to satisfy the entertainment of gods. I thought that they were created for something more than that." i said.

"Yes i've always thought of them as a pain in the ass. Going back us guardian gods were created to monitor the high-fate valued or what you call Main Characters. In your case everything went downhill when that Truck ignored protocol and hit you. When he hit you, you were transported to another world and since you were a High-FV Character the guardian god of that particular world kicked you out into the void because if you reincarnated there without standard procedure of reseting your Fate Value, the world will collapse and there will only be destruction." she said.

"Woah so that was why i was there on that dark place. I was like a computer virus that was about to destroy everything." i said.

"Yes that is a correct analogy. Us Guardians are more or less the anti virus or the firewall of a computer."

"So would you like to enter the Naruto Universe?" she said.

"Okay but are there any retrictions? Also will i have some kind of wishes or gifts?" i finished while scratching my head.


"Yes there will be restrictions. I will erase your Fate Value so your what we call MC-Plot armor will be reduced. But on the bright side you'll be able to have 3 wishes." she said.

"Wait will i reincarnate as myself or as somebody else?"

"You'll be reborn as an Inuzuka. The heir to be exact. Because that's my only domain in that world. I can grant your wishes only on the domain for your beast powers, senses or any miscellaneous powers that can boost yourself as an Inuzuka. So no sharingan or any other b*llshit kekkai genkai and unlimited something." she said

'Sigh, so not only is there a restriction but the wishes also has their limitation.'

Kami- i mean Elsa pointed at her head and i realize that she can hear me. I blushed for a bit but then i dug for information or powers that i can use inside my head.


"Okay so what will be your 3 wishes."

"My first wish is to have the sulong powers of the mink without the need to look at the moon and without the backlash of berserk."

"Granted but it will come as you grow stronger. It will consume chakra and stamina as juice for the transformation." she said.

"Okay, next is to have chakra as large as the Kyuubi."

"Nope, no can do. The world will just spit you out again if you do that. So as a compromise you can have a large amount of chakra as you grow stronger, you can even reach Kyuubi's chakra but only through hardwork."

"Thank you i'll just get what i can. Lastly just two words" i said. (Insert MC cool pose 😎)

"Zenkai Boost."

A young transferee student from Japan is on his way home after his first day of school when he suddenly saw her teacher getting robbed on an alleyway after he dodge a meeting with Truck kun.

Trying to be a hero, Daisuke helped her and as they were making their escape, Truck kun arrives and hit him to oblivion, no reincarnation.

Now our MC gets reincarnated to the world of shinobis and with the help of an angry Dog/God got 3 limited wishes and was born as the young heir of the Inuzuka clan.

Author Note: This is my very first fanfiction. Thank you and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto and any of the other characters except for the OC.

"THERE'S SO MANY people out and about town!" Alice gasped, turning her head to follow a little boy that was holding onto a candied apple that had rushed past her.

"Yes," Wyatt beamed, his eyes pressed closed due to his smile, crinkling at the corners. "It's always rather busy in the capital of Gladiolum." 

A day after the ball, Wyatt had suggested bringing Alice around the town square to soak in the sights. He personally had to do a little shopping and thought that it would be a wonderful chance for Alice to grow more familiar with the capital. She had been living with the Ragans for nearly two weeks and yet she had barely even stepped out of the mansion's walls. It was best for young ladies to enjoy their time around town with friends. Being constantly cooped up in the study room with Charlie wasn't exactly an ideal situation in Wyatt's opinion. Of course, not that Alice had ever complained.

Strolling through the cobbled streets, Wyatt pointed out some of his personal favorite shops along the way. They passed by boutiques selling beautiful ball gowns, stores selling sparkling jewels, and even quaint little cafes that wafted out the sugary sweet scent of freshly baked pastries. However, while Alice acted as though she was very interested in those, he could tell that was all it was. An act. She simply smiled and nodded to Wyatt's words, not once asking to step into any of those stores like he had expected. Yet again she had him colored surprised.

Just the thought brought a curving smile onto his lips. The girl that his family had chanced upon was most certainly different from the rest of the girls in the capital. She stood out in such a way that there wasn't any spare place for the others to shine. She was the lone star now, a happy and proud resident of the Ragan household. While still suspicious of her origins, Wyatt couldn't help but admit to himself that he was growing fond of Alice Clemente.

"Are you not interested in any of the shops I pointed out?" He prodded. "Those are all famous names here in the capital."

"Oh!" Alice exclaimed. Wyatt watched with his practiced smile as the girl's eyes widened delightfully, eyelashes fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings under the golden sunlight. Her lips parted just a little in surprise before she quickly gathered back her wits, shaking her head politely. "They are all wonderful shops. I just… I don't have any money to buy all those things. Looking through the store window is more than enough."

For years Wyatt had worn the same smile on his face. It was his perfectly crafted mask made to shield his true emotions from the rest of the nobles. No matter what he felt inside, a smile was always the answer to dealing with those that had to be schemed against. However, every time Alice spoke or made one of her silly little expressions, he found his smiles to turn true as day.

"Let us go into that one, then." Wyatt pointed to a little bookshop down the street, a corner store with a gleaming bronze sign. "There are some things I wish to purchase."

Alice nodded. "Alright," she said.

Although her expression remained as still as possible, Wyatt still caught the slight twitch of her lips. The sparkles in her eyes practically screamed of her excitement. She couldn't fool anyone. Even the blind could tell that she was particularly eager to enter the bookshop. 

The little bell that hung above the door rang when Wyatt entered the shop. Inside, there were no other customers, simply a store clerk that had a book in hand. A pair of round spectacles rested on his crooked nose bridge, his eyes scanning the words at an immense speed before he licked his finger and flipped to the next page. At the call of the bell, the clerk looked up from his book, squinting at the door before rising to his feet. The book was placed pages-down onto the counter, a smile upon his lips.

"Master Wyatt!" The old clerk greeted enthusiastically. "I was wondering when you'll be visiting next. The books you ordered two weeks back are finally here." 

"Greetings," Wyatt replied fairly. "And thank you so much for your help with those. It's nearly impossible to find them anywhere else."

The old man waved, his cheeks reddening just a little. "It's no problem. Let me go get them for you." Shuffling towards the back of the shop, the clerk disappeared behind a dividing curtain.

"Do you come here often?" Alice asked, looking around the small bookstore with great interest. At random, she pulled out one of the books from the shelves, her fingers tracing the title of the book on the cover, feeling the indented words on the hard leather.

'History of Gladiolum. Volume III,' it read. Alice had seen a similar history book in Charlie's study room before. Making a mental note to briefly read through the contents of the book, she slotted the book back to its original position.

"Hmm, I wonder." Tapping a finger to his chin, Wyatt looked deep in thought. "I guess I do visit this store a little more than the average folk. They sell writing supplies as well as books and I run out of the former a little too often. Besides, this store is the only one in the capital that can procure rare and often out-of-print."

Walking a little further into the shop, Alice glanced through the assortment of reading materials offered. They had both fiction and non-fiction books in the store, leaning closer to non-fiction books. Most books were new copies, their covers still brightly colored while others were much older and encased in glass covers. Those books seemed old and tattered but the words were still in dark black ink, most likely having been re-written over so that it wouldn't be lost to time. 

The one that had caught Alice's attention was a purple leather-bound book that was almost as thick as a dictionary. The title of this book was written in bright, glittery gold in thick block letters. A small sign that indicated the price of the old tome was placed beside the book. Alice's eyes widened at the number of zeros, her head reeling back a little in surprise. She still wasn't sure about how the currency worked in Gladiolum but with so many zeros, the book was bound to be expensive no matter the exchange rate.

'The Theory of Magic. Volume I,' the title wrote.

"Are you interested in that one? Ooh, that's a pricey one." Wyatt's voice was right by Alice's ear, causing her to jump a little, her ears tingling from his breath. Stepping away, she held both hands to her chest, staring wide-eyed at Wyatt who looked as amused as ever.

"Just looking," she answered before firing back a question of her own. "How much is that book? I don't really know how the currency works here."

"See that symbol over there?" Wyatt gestured to the symbol behind the number as he spoke. "That's the symbol for our currency, 'fleuron'. That's the larger of the two units that we have in our country's currency. The smaller unit is known as a 'flois'. Ten flois equates to one fleuron. To give you an example of its value, five flois can buy you a piece of stale bread at the end of the day in the capital's cheapest bakery, maybe? Books, on the other hand, are usually five to ten fleurons, if it's a common title that can be easily found."

Alice gulped. Judging by the examples Wyatt provided, the currency here in Gladiolum seemed similar to the system she was used to. A single fleuron held as much value as a dollar back home and a flois would be around ten cents. Her hands were starting to feel clammy as she stared hard at the price tag of The Theory of Magic. 

"And yet this book is…" she trailed off.

"Fifteen thousand fleurons," Wyatt finished the sentence for her chirpily.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

Taking another step back, Alice no longer dared to hover near the expensive article. If anything had happened to it, she wouldn't be able to pay the store back for the damages incurred. She had never seen a book as expensive or even half as pricey. 

"Why is this book so… so…"

"Ridiculously priced?" Wyatt supplied. When Alice nodded numbly, Wyatt chuckled. "This is an ancient tome about magic. There are only five copies of this book that was ever produced. But if you're really interested in this book, there's no need for you to fork out such a hefty amount just to read it. We have a copy of it back in the mansion's library."

Flabbergasted and speechless, Alice blinked dumbly at what Wyatt had so casually revealed. Although she long knew that the Ragan mansion was a sprawling estate with many different needlessly fanciful rooms, she hadn't even thought to think that it might house precious artifacts within its walls. 

In Gladiolum, it seemed as though the gap between its people was wider than the ocean. The rich lived in heaven while the poor couldn't even afford hell.

"Why don't you take a look around the bookshop and see if there's anything that catches your eye?" Wyatt offered. "If we don't already have the book back home, I don't mind making a few extra purchases. It's the least I can do for dragging you out here with me on such a warm afternoon."

Alice's heart skipped a beat. She braved a step closer, momentarily forgetting about the book in the glass display case. Cupping her hands together as if they were in prayer, Alice beamed.

"Really? Any book?"

Wyatt's smile didn't falter. "There's no budget, if that's what you're asking."

Alice wasted no time. Her feet went scurrying across the dark wooden boards of the store, quickly scouring the bookshelves in search of any title that might help her or catch her fancy. Her fingers ran down the spines, quickly pulling out a few covers that had caught her attention, some fiction and some not. She had a feeling that most, if not all, of the non-fiction books were already available in the Ragans' library but there was no harm in bringing the books over for Wyatt to look through. These books will become her survival guide in this foreign world.

As the store clerk returned to the front counter, Wyatt slowly made his way over. However, he was still gazing in Alice's way, watching silently and bemused as the girl darted from shelf to shelf, climbing ladders and bending low in search of more. There were already over seven books in her hands and she only ever added more to the collection.

"My," the old clerk exclaimed. "I've not seen anyone so frantic for a good title since you first came to my humble store years ago. The old ladies at the bakery next block over will go mad once they hear that the young Master Wyatt is no longer single."

The white-haired man chuckled. "She's just a curious little bird my brother picked up a while back."

The old man shrugged, unconvinced, but he didn't say a word more on that topic. With a heavy thump, he placed three thick books onto the counter, the covers in the three primary colors. The titles were all written in gold, large block letters.

"This set was a little trickier to find as compared to your other requests but there you go. Though, Master Wyatt, don't mind this old man prying but are you sure you want to dabble in this subject? There's always a price to pay when you go against the laws of science."

"I can pay whatever price the world throws at me," Wyatt casually remarked. Picking up one of the books carefully with a gloved hand, he examined the old cover, grinning with satisfaction. "Besides, I'm just completing my collection. With these, the set will now be complete. There's no need to worry, sir."

"Oh well," the old clerk sighed, pursing his lips. "If you're sure, youngin. Let me wrap these up for you."

Tottering away, the elderly went to retrieve a few sheets of brown wrapping paper and some strings to bundle up Wyatt's purchases while waiting for Alice. 

Partially leaning on the counter, Wyatt continued to observe Alice. She no longer had the strength to carry the books she had picked out. Instead, she placed most of them on an empty table by one side. The stack of books was almost taller than she was and yet she continued to hunt for more, her eyes practically dripping with avarice.

'How peculiar,' Wyatt thought to himself. 'She is unaffected by fanciful dresses or glittering jewels and yet dusty old books can bring her into a craze. What an odd woman. She is most certainly a woman before her time.'

❝I want you to visit me even if it's only in your dreams.❞ 

Gifted a candle that was said to be able to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it that very night only to find herself in an unknown world the next morning. 

She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was whisked away to a world very different from the one she grew up in. 

Thrust into a new life, would Alice learn how to adapt? Or would she fall down the rabbit hole only to never surface again?

"Cevin," my twin sister called out to me and I automatically looked back to see her. I was quite surprised that the book that I was holding almost fell from my hands. 

Both my sister and I work in the library as student assistants. Our father died because of a car crash and our mother on the other hand works as a call center agent. Her salary isn't enough for the three of us that is why my sister and I became student assistants. It's the least we could do for us; for our mother.

"Ma'am told me to tell you to go to the room at the back of the library. She wants you to look for the book titled 'The Last True Cowboy' by Kathleen Eagle," she added and I just nodded at her as my answer. My sister got some books and she went to her desk to fix the cards of the books. I walked swiftly towards the room to find the book I was asked to look for. 

I arrived at the room and turned on the switch of the room but the bulbs didn't light up. I turned on the flashlight of my phone and one by one, I looked at the shelves to see the book ma'am wanted me to get for her.

I saw different kinds of books on the shelves, with different genres made in different timelines. Almost all of the books here are books that aren't frequently used or borrowed. Old books, to be more specific. Fiction, non-fiction, old news articles, et cetera. Most of them are all kept here but the problem is, the books aren't all organized which makes looking for specific books difficult to see.

I also have the interest in reading books. I don't find watching television very interesting because it doesn't get me to use my imagination very well. In every book that I read, I like it when I get to imagine the worlds or the situations being described by the author through his or her character's senses. In this way, I get to make my mind active other than doing school works.

My index finger stopped when I saw the book I was supposed to look for. I pulled the book from the shelf but was a little bit startled when a black book beside it fell on the floor. It was opened when it landed and to my curiosity, I pointed at my phone to see what book it was. 

"Weird," I commented when I saw nothing written, drawn, or printed on its pages. I knelt down to further examine the book but when I came across its book cover, it even had no title. I got lazy returning it on the shelf so I just left the book on the floor. 

I went outside the room and went straight to my sister, Terra, at the main desk and sat beside her.

“Only those with great intentions can see this book and those chosen by the book will make its desired story… 
but you will never return.”

Li Du couldn’t understand why Thompson was so hostile toward him. Was it because he was close to Sophie? Didn’t that guy know that with his strange temperament, even without Li Du, Sophie would never be with him?

Despite only two encounters, Mr. Li had already grasped what kind of person Thompson was. He was trash, a failure of a human!

He had to keep the questions in his heart for now. After stopping the bleeding for the youth, the ambulance left swiftly toward the hospital to perform the latter part of the surgery.

Li Du didn’t go along, so Hans drove over to fetch him.

Sometime later, Sophie called, and said in a gentle tone, "The operation was a success. The damaged artery has been closed. Li, I want to express my thanks for today."

Li Du said with a smile, "No need for thanks. We worked together to save that man’s life."

Sophie was interested in his surgical expertise, and began asking about the topic.

Li Du had almost no knowledge in that field. The reason he could find the bullet and apply the sponge was all due to the bug.

He knew that the more he spoke, the more he would reveal, so he cleverly changed the topic to Ah Meow.

Thus, with Ah Meow as the main topic, the two chatted pleasantly for half the afternoon, until Sophie was called to perform another surgery.

In the evening, when they were preparing to have dinner, Hans picked up a call, and then said, "Buddy, we have new work to do."

Li Du asked, "Which storage company is having an auction?"

Hans gleefully said, "It’s not a normal storage auction this time; it’s kind of like a mutated auction. A book company has declared bankrupt, and we’re going to clear out their storage."

"Which book company is declaring bankruptcy? My God, it can’t be Borders?" Hannah, who was preparing the dishes, stuck her head out of the kitchen.

Hans shrugged, and pointed his finger at her. "Your guess is right. It’s Borders. All their storage in Phoenix will be cleared out."

Hannah said helplessly, "D*mmit, the bookstores are getting fewer. In the future, where will our children go to read? Dutton’s, The Bodhi Tree—all of them have gone bankrupt. Also Barnes & Nobles. I remember when I was still in school how that bookstore had many branches."

"What’s the use in having branches?" Hans asked. "Their sales were poor. Let’s take you as an example; did you go to those bookstores when you were in school?" 

Hannah said, "Of course I went…"

"And you read so many books, but still ended up not making into any of the specialized schools?" Hans cut her off.

Hannah’s face flushed red, and she argued, "I-I went to bookstores to buy books, though the number of books I read wasn’t many. But I know that we should read more books."

Li Du nodded and said, "Correct. Books are humankind’s best friend."

Hans shook his head and said, "I don’t understand much about that, so save your breath. The reduction in the number of bookstores is a nationwide trend, not just Phoenix. But if you guys want to buy books, there are still some bookstores out there, like Stories, Skylight Books, Book Soup, The Last Bookstore…"

He went out every day, so he was familiar with those shops. From the tip of his tongue, he named many book companies that were still in business.

Li Du said, "In reality, these are not all needed. All that’s necessary is one in Arizona."

After resting for a day in Flagstaff, they once again set out on the road to Phoenix.

In the lobby of the Steampunk Hotel, some treasure hunters had gathered. After seeing them, these people waved their hands in greeting.

"Hello, Li, Hans, and the monster. Good morning, fellas."

"Phoenix is going to be scrubbed clean again—hope you guys leave something behind this time."

"Li, I heard you guys taught Lucas, that dumb buffalo, a lesson? That guy left Phoenix."

Li Du was surprised, and said, "Taught what lesson? We didn’t screw with him. What happened?"

"That guy spent over 50,000 dollars trying to get a storage unit with stone sculptures, thinking that there would be a bunch of valuable art in it," a well-built treasure hunter said with a laugh. "Turns out all of it was just worthless junk. Heard that the unit was snatched from you?"

Li Du said, "Right—that unit was worthless? I wanted to take a risk for it, but their offer was too high, over 50,000 dollars."

That information was quite useful for him, though he still wanted to personally examine those sculptures to researc their material and time energy to find out what secrets the bug was still hiding.

But it seemed that it was not possible anymore. Lucas would rather destroy those sculptures than give them to him.

They sat at the back to drink, and started talking about the book storage that was being auctioned.

The treasure hunters were feeling emotional, saying that people who read books were getting fewer, and hypothesized that bookstores would disappear completely in the future.

"The disappearance of bookstores is still a small issue—if indoor malls are gone, d*mmit, that would be the worst," a treasure hunter named Bale sighed.

Indoor malls were some of the most bustling places in American history. The Beverly Center in Phoenix, built in 1982, could be said to represent the peak of the era of indoor malls.

But today, following the rise of e-commerce and outdoor malls, indoor malls in many cities in America had lost their popularity.

E-commerce was cheap, and it was healthier to shop at outdoor malls. For example, when someone was trying on clothes, their companions could enjoy a few minutes of sunshine.

Americans were emphasizing more and more on health and happiness. Many people had busy jobs, so they had to strive for every chance they could get if they wanted to enjoy a healthy life.

"Well, I feel that if palm trees were gone, then that would really be the worst," another treasure hunter said.

In Phoenix, the palm trees by the side of the road stood out in the city landscape. They were also one of the specialties of the city.

Unfortunately, since 2006, due to aging and diseases, the palm trees had been dying off. The urban planners had started replacing them with oak, mulberry, and other types of trees.

People were heatedly discussing the sports that were slowly disappearing from society. The one that had disappeared the most was horse racing.

Some of the animals were also disappearing; for example, the Desert Black Widow. Arizona was one of the main habitats of these spiders. They were vicious, aggressive, and had strong venom, causing lots of trouble.

According to the research from entomologists for the past two years, the number of Desert Black Widows in Arizona was dwindling. The population of some non-local, Brown Widows was increasing instead.

The Brown Widow was poisonous as well, but it was relatively less aggressive, so the threat to humans was less.

Speaking of that, some of the treasure hunters celebrated. "I won’t mourn the loss of spiders; my son, Mark, was once bitten by a darn spider. D*mmit, that b*stard almost killed him!"

As the treasure hunters casually chatted, Li Du drank a glass of ice-cold beer with them, and then brought Godzilla and Hans to the storage units of the book company. He wanted to check them out early and see if there was a chance of finding something good.



They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

*****

Arteria--or rather Arty as her nickname is--was glad to have Emyrie around, even though she's a little kid, to help her out into reading more knowledge from the books that are in the library.

She was almost halfway finished reading another book with Emyrie who decided to read along, thinking that this is fun when the adults came to look for them and had found them in the library room.

Arty and Emyrie looked up and instantly the little magic girl stood and ran to her mother, gleefully telling her that she and her new friend Arty were having fun reading books.

Arty didn't speak a word as she watched them a bit cautiously but had a childish smile on her face to play along as Emyrie babbled on to the adults.

Then the elderly couple turned to Arty and smiled down at her as the old man said, "I'm glad that you and Emyrie are getting along well. But Arty, don't forget that you're coming with me and your grandmother to the town to buy more food there."

"Okay, grandpa!" Arty smiled more and said in a childish piping voice like she's excited to go.

'So the elderly couple are Arteria's grandparents, huh?' Arty and former writer Elaina thought deeply in her head as she went up to change her clothes into outdoor type ones. 'Good to know, at least. Now I need to figure out who Emyrie's mother is. I'm sure she seemed a bit familiar to me but I can't seem to recall who she is, despite that Emyrie is the main character's best friend and partner in the story.'

Fortunately, her luck became good when Emyrie demanded that she wanted to go to, despite that her mother seemed to protest against it and tried to calm her daughter into not going.

Arty became amused when she saw Emyrie begging her mother that she wanted to go, and it was until she brought out the crocodile tears that Emyrie's mother finally relented into letting her go.

Emyrie became instantly cheerful and was about to go and change her clothes when her mother did it for her with a quick snap of magic from her fingers.

Arty watched in wonder and awe as a magical swirling mist surrounded Emyrie and changed her clothes magically into outdoor ones. She wondered about the kind of magic in the world of her story can do.

She remembered that she did write in the story notes before in the real world that the magic in the world of Eden is different and amazing beyond any magic she has seen, heard or read about it.

Arty will have to see what sorts of magic that are in the world of Eden when she gets out and goes into town later, along with the companions coming along.

It didn't take long for them to walk and go into town and Arty and her company were just entering through the town's gates before she realized that there were so many people, both human and non-human alike milling about, either working or shopping or something else.

Arty looked around again in wonder as they are now in the middle of the town square where there is a market-place for all people to shop and buy food and other things.

She can see that not only humans are there, but there are also non-human types, like elves, beast-people, and dwarves passing through and coming about and around the town.

While Arty's grandparents and Emyrie's mother were busy buying what they needed with the two kids helping out, Arty made sure that she becomes super aware of everything, hearing and seeing whatever she could to obtain and gain knowledge about the Eden world around her.

Though she wanted to know more and figure out who Emyrie's mother is, it's also important to know something else and more about everything that has been going on or what's happening.

And it worked for Arty managed to hear while she's helping her grandparents to buy some fruits and vegetables, from a discreet soft conversation being exchanged between a group of elves and some beast-people that were with them.

"It's getting worse. The Mad King sent out more troops to attack and invade another one of the villages somewhere in the north border of Baseat," said one of the beast-people who appeared to be half-wolf and half-human, with a wolf's head, claws, and furry body.

An elf male nodded as if he is the friend of the wolf-man as he replied, "I agree. My people have also caught scouts that were roaming around by the borders of Evelan and found them to be sent from that Mad King."

"I still don't understand why the king is so obsessed in trying to find the chosen one of the Fiery Blade," said another elf, this one is a female. "It's almost been a hundred years since the last chosen of the magic blade has died."

A half-bird and half-human woman snorted with her bird head clicking its beak as she said, "And that's why he's called the 'Mad King'. That man has gotten crazier ever since he ascended into the throne and ruled Alanova Capital. It also didn't help that he somehow found out knowledge about the Fiery Blade and its chosen wielders, and gotten into his sick head that he has a right to wield the blade as his own and sent out his men to find the new wielder, kill him/her, and obtain it."

The wolf-man shook his head. "The king doesn't realize that it's not the wielder who chooses the blade--but it is the magic blade itself that chooses the wielder. I hope that whoever the new chosen one is, he or she is somewhere safe and out of the king's reach."

"I agree, my friend. Now let's disperse before our conversation might be heard by some unsavory ears," said the elf man cautiously, looking around as if to make sure that nobody else is listening.

When there was nothing, except Arty who was the only one who had eavesdropped discreetly at their conversation, the group separated and went off in different ways as if their discussion didn't happen and they went to go to whatever they're doing.

Arty had remembered about the main villain she had cast and written into the story about the 'Mad King'.

After realizing that her story seemed to be developing on its own or something similar as she had written it, despite that she wasn't finished completing the story, Arty discovers that as the main character she has to play it out which she thinks that doing this is the key to finding her way back home in the real world.

But she had to wonder how she will be able to do this while preventing herself from finishing the story without dying.

Sometimes, she had wished that she didn't write in the ending that the heroine would sacrifice herself to kill off the lead villain and die at the end of her story.

She regretted trying to create her story to be exciting for the people who will read her story.

It looks like that she'll have to somehow deal with the developments and make plans so that she'll be able to go through the plot of her story and somehow survive when she finds out and discovers the way into going back home to the modern real world.

*****

*****

Get magically transported into another world!
There are Romance, Fantasy and Adventure! 

*****

A Modern Author, Elaina Raine was rejected by her first-time fantasy novel from other editors because of its lacking content and low rating. 

Not giving up on her writing dreams, she worked on improving it when she got caught in a massive fire accident.

As she was struck by the fiery blazing inferno, thinking that she's going to die with unfinished business and regrets in her old life, she wakes up in a new one, reincarnated into another world.

Specifically, the fantasy world of her own novel!

Now she discovers that she's reborn as Arteria Blaze, the heroine of her story!

As she goes through a long journey, battles, and adventures, and finding friends, allies, even Love, she wonders whether she should stay in the world of her fantasies and dreams, or find a way back and return to her reality.

Follow this amazing story of a Modern woman reincarnated into the heroine of her story, who wields the FIERY BLADE

*****

"How did this happen?! How did I suddenly reincarnated into the hero of my fantasy story? This is not possible!" The main character says.

"You're the chosen one. You wield the Fiery Blade. Only you can save our world!" One of her characters said.

"..."

This is the greatest fantasy story you would ever read in your lifetime.
Read the FIERY BLADE.
***

Max Zowen a guy who has difficulty in speaking with other people, a guy who is often getting in trouble because of always thinking highly of himself. He who is always a king that carries his own chair. He always has good grades when he was young but now that he is in collage he has difficulty studying due to social problems. He never cried though, he never showed it to any other person instead he eagerly look down upon the world.

One day he went early to the plaza and the shops are still closed. Max suddenly got lost in an unrecognized path. The Weather drastically changed and a thin fog apeared arround him. Max continued to walk the path but seem to be just circling arround passing by a single shop. Max clenched his teeth and was still undecided but pursued to enter anyways. Max entered and saw a single book in the shelf. Max was quite buffled  about the book and went to take a look at it and the book seems to be a fiction book. The books tittle is <Estrella>; it did not really got his attention because it's quite old. He went to the counter and he saw a man with some earphones on sitting while noding for quite some time feeling the music.

"Hi there, uhh I was just curious why is it that there is only one book in this book shop?" Max curiously asked

The guy stood up and smilled "You might just be the last person I need to complete my task" 

Max eyebrows twitched and said "haa, what do you mean by the last person to complete your task?" in his confused state.

The guy laughed at Max "That book over there is one of the three books that the true God forbid. The three books is filled with desires that the true God does not want people to live in. That book is the book called <Estrella> is a book compilation of desires of its creator. The first book was opened by a person 800 years ago while the other..."

Max interupted because the guys words are not something he can easily inpput in his mind and said; "Wait does that mean, you are already that old and may even be older? What a joke?…"

The man slowly walked to the book and handed it to max while smiling.

"This book over here choose a person who is a blood relative to its creator and once it is opened, you will be transported to another world and you will obtain treasures, magical beast, powers, knowledge, and many more that you will never find in this world. The world within this book is an endless adventure and discoveries that you can never imagine."

Max with a twitched eyebrows  turn his gaze to the book for brief momment then look back at the guy "Are you stupid? Even though I am a loner, that does not mean I am that dumb enough to be fooled by you. And I have also never heared my family having such a history of the man you spoke of."

The guy suddenly said something like he was casting a spell then a hole suddenly appeared near his right arm, max was stunned at what happened and the guy suddenly put his right hand inside and grabbed something. The man then grabbed Max hand and put a rock with a blue color gem in max hand.

The guy then looked at Max in the eye smilling "This is a homunculus soul which contains intelligence of the things I want you to know, it's simply a copy of me yet it will only have the knowledge of the things I want you to know."

Max was stunned and realizing what was happening at the momment his heart started to pump faster like he was in a bad nightmare. Max then reacted quite scared and said; "Ok fine just get to the point what should I do with this? And I already believe you after you grabbed something on that hole which you created I can already believe 100%. Just don't  hurt me and i can promise to compensate for my rude actions."

Max who lived in Tuguegarao City Philippines was a guy with a nasty attitude towards people that doesn't pique his interest and has lost interest in the world. One day he stumbled upon an unusual books store that only sells one book. The book was then given to him by the store owner and he was transported to another world to find the thing that the creator of the book desired the most.

follow max as he ventures throught the world of estrella and subdue men and women alike.

-note that this novel contains

Profanity

Sexual Content with both straight and yaoi genre

STOPED FOR THE MEAN TIME. NO FANS... ;(

Hello. Pleased to meet you; please call me Wang. I'm about to commit a flagrant indulgence, for which I hope you'll forgive me; I'm of the opinion that a lot of Webnovel writers & readers would appreciate both the sentiments and the encouragement.

I've been a semi-professional writer, fiction and non-fiction both, for ten years now. A few months back I joined Webnovel. I have books published on kindle as well. And, I get paid for my stuff...well, most of the time, anyway...but it's not my main source of income, and if I weren't paid at all, I'd probably still write. More, I'd probably still write exactly the stories, and more pertinent, the kinds of stories, that I've been writing for a decade now. I love to write stories with an erotic flavor.

I write for two reasons above all others. The first and less important one is to illustrate something about the way people think, feel, and behave. The second, and by far the more important, is to make myself and others feel good.

The odds are high that the Webnovel readers, who are bothering to read this -- the first chapter of 'my feelings' as a writer, might want to skip. It is totally your wish.

Now the question - Why do I do this?

While you're pondering that, allow me a few observations about so-called erotica, with specific application to what appears here.

Most of what's styled "erotica" is really just pornography. Pornography is the depiction of raw sexual behavior, independent of what reaction it elicits from the reader. Erotica is about the evocation of desire; it's written to elicit the urge to union with a beloved, including sexual union. It's not "whacking material," as quite a lot of the stuff submitted on Webnovel so obviously is. It celebrates eros, the desire to bond with one's beloved, of which sex is the fleshly expression.

You want proof? Ask any woman. We men tend to suppress such notions; they strike us as somehow unmanly. All the same, ponder why men desire sexual intercourse as fervently as we do. As Lord Chesterfield once observed, "The pleasure is momentary, the position ridiculous, and the expense damnable." But a man whose wife or Significant Other "cuts him off" will feel he's lost far more than just an outlet for the pressure in his testicles. Some will seek relief elsewhere, but believe it or not, the overwhelming majority of us won't and don't -- and not because we don't think we'd get away with it.

If I'm to go by what I've read at Webnovel, most of the submitters here don't agree with that formulation. What they write appears directed at "working it:" stiffening Irving or lubricating Wendy in preparation for a bit of self-exercise.

A mature adult, however much he might need to do so, doesn't feel all that good after masturbating. It relieves the biological pressure, but it does little for the emotional yearning indissolubly connected to the sex drive in any healthy human being.

I'm here to encourage you to think about making your readers feel good in more ways than just "the tickle in the pickle."

Hello readers. My name is Wang. 
This is the story of a Webnovel Author, who participated in a "Writing Contest" which happened to be "A twilight FanFic Writing contest".

Being a big fan of Twilight Saga and the character Bella Swan, the author decides to participate in the contest.

He was not aware that his participation will make his dreams, both good and bad, come true.

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