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A charming story with engaging characters. There are a few sections where the sentances are a little choppy, but it's otherwise engaging and fairly easy to understand. Definately a good short story for a refreshing binge read.
In a world of discrimination and segragation only the Arcanum accepts all. A lyceum like no other, the spire towers over the militaristic country of Ladonas, casting shadows both ominous and inspiring. Dwelling with in the depths of the archaic structure lurk sinister macainations and secrects that could turn the world upside down, the greatest being the power hidden within the most dubious of its students.
Emerick is the half blooded bastard son of Arnwald the Sky Tyrant, ruler of the Esperion Kingdom of the Wyrmshire Empire. Though a prince, his mixed blood prevents him from inheriting his father's throne. Resigned to his evident fate as a caged bird, he is content to live a fruitless but privileged life... until a task from his father throws him in the path of Trixie, big sister to a group of orphans she calls the Half-blood Brigade. Ambition rekindled with blossoming romance and the injustice towards those of mixed blood, Emerick finds himself on the conqueror's path, Trixie and her rag tag family at his side.
Thousands of years ago, amidst the chaos of the great collapse, the royal family of Sylvain fell. Now the once proud nation is little more than a fragmented remnant of its former glory ruled by a council of high families wearing gilded smiles masking cruel and malevolent natures roiling beneath the surface. In the shadows, a cult conspires, pitting the high families against each other and reveling in the collateral damage. If this weren't bad enough, tension is high as revolution stirs in the neighboring kingdoms. And yet, hope is not lost.
Faith begins to rekindle as the woods begin to whisper. The slumbering Sylvain Forest is now awake. Candidates vie for the Bramble Throne hidden deep within its depths. Some seek glory, wealth, or fame. Others seek power. Most only find death. And then, there was Zephyr.
Nothing but the taboo outcast, Zephyr exists on the streets, skulking in the shadows of alleys and gutters to avoid the harsh words, stoney glares, and other methods of abuse hurled his way. The throne and all of the attention that came with it held no appeal. No, what was a fancy seat or a shiny head band to someone despised by all? Zephyr longed more for freedom and love. Despite his best efforts, the cursed urchin finds himself at the heart of the compitition as fate throws him in the path of an ambitious young woman. Now, Zephyr must reach the finish line, or face a fate far worse than death.
"Do you take me for a fool Alpha Winters?" Alpha Lou snarled, eyes flashing amber in her anger. "Do you think I'm weak? I'd be too happy to prove you wrong."
The indomitable she-wolf loomed over the neatly groomed gentlemen across the table from her. In a room of pack leaders, she was the only female. Naturally she was forced to work twice as hard for half the acknowledgement, but that wasn't new. Wether or not the fossils before her acknowledged her or not, she knew she was a badass. How many wolves could successfully take over a pack at the tender age of sixteen? For that matter, how many wolves could literally pull their pack out of the gutter and not only take them out of the red, but raise them to be the strongest in the region in a little over three years?
"I'll remind you, young lady," Alpha Winters, better known as 'Icy Abram,' growled, "We are conducting negotiations to end a conflict that has existed between our packs for generations. Threatening me is hardly conducive to that goal."
"What you are asking for is unreasonable," Lou snapped. "I would sooner die than take one of your sons as my mate, let alone allowing to them to take over my pack! IF I take a mate, he will fill the role of luna."
"That is the condition, young lady," Abram replied cooly. "You may feel free to refuse, but if you do I assure you we will continue to press the boundaries of your dwindling territory."
"How dare you-"
Lou was cut off as the door to the meeting room opened unexpectedly. All eyes turned to the new comer, a young man more brilliant and dainty than any other male Lou had ever seen before in her life. His frame was so slim and his movements so elegant, he reminded her of a princess from a fairtale, though he was wearing a suit.
"Forgive my interruption, alphas," He bowed his head and took a submissive posture as he extended an envelope. "Alpha Winters, the luna requested I deliver this."
An idea took hold in Lou's mind as she stared at that delightfully submissive and delicate male. The icy blue eyes and platinum hair was unmistakeable, as was his scent of pine and peppermint, this was a son of Alpha Abram Winters, one that he'd conveniently neglected to introduce her to upon her arrival.
"It couldn't wait?" Abram hissed, eyes flitting nervously to Lou.
"Him," Lou, announced with a smirk. "I choose him."
Three goblins on three separate paths, thrown together by the bounds of fate...
Daiquiri Doyle, better known as Dak, is a young adventurer on the run from his past. In the midst of his adventures, he has the misfortune of meeting and "enlisting" the aid of a mischivous sprite named Daffodil, or Daffy for short. Together, Dak and Daffy risk life and limb as Dak takes job after job in a futile effort to drown out those pesky memories...
Once an heiress, now nothing but an abused young boy, Wart struggles to accept her new identity not only as a member of the opposite sex, but as a goblin child. Thanks to an abusive caretaker and a steep learning curve, the former spoiled princess is forced to learn the art of blending in and keeping her head down.
A victim of circumstance and little more than a test subject, Eko, a young goblette of unusual color and powerful magic, dreams of freedom. Alongside her partner and best friend Phobos, a genetically enhanced orc designed to be the ultimate weapon, Eko seeks a means of escape.
Though unlikely friends, the three find themselves forced to align in order to escape the machinations of a mysterious organization with an unsavory agenda whose ambitions threaten everything they hold dear.
In the moment of his death, twenty-nine-year-old virgin Faustus Wilder makes a wish that he could've been more popular with the ladies. Little does he know, that simple wish determines the fate of his next life. Born anew as a unicorn slotted for sacrifice, Faustus learns a harrowing lesson... Be careful what you wish for.
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The Half-Blood Brigade
Fantasy · DMontag