The fate of humanity lies in the balance as war rages in the multiverse.
Blissfully unaware of this existential threat, people on Earth dream of lives on other worlds, receiving nightly memories that include first-hand knowledge of how to develop fantastical powers. Hector Thoreaux already has a lot to deal with. His father is dying and his marriage is ending. Yet now he dreams of a seemingly untalented war orphan learning to cultivate among the Xian.
Misbegotten Memories is a slow burn progression fantasy following the journey of Hector from an aging workaholic to the heights of power.
What to expect:
-Earned progression
-Some slice of life
-World building
-Character growth
-Cultivation nitty gritty
Release Schedule: Weekdays (Monday through Friday)
Captain Henry Donnager expected a quiet career babysitting a dusty relic in Area 51. But when a test unlocks a portal to a world of knights and magic, he's thrust into command of Alpha Team, an elite unit tasked with exploration.
They join the local Adventurers Guild, seeking to unravel the secrets of this fantastical realm and the ancient gateway's creators. As their quests reveal the potent forces of magic, they inadvertently entangle in the volatile politics between local rivalling factions.
With American technology and ancient secrets in the balance, Henry's team navigates alliances and hostilities, enlisting local legends and air support in their quest. In a land where dragons loom, they discover that modern warfare's might—Hellfire missiles included—holds its own brand of magic.
Soldiers may have a lucky knife, or lucky boots, but never a lucky sword. Because all swords are lucky, and it's all the same sort of luck. It points both ways. Labeling a sword "Lucky" is taunting both the gods of fortune. The old man who plays dice, and the ladies who do not. There are only two types of soldiers who would touch such a sword. Those who don't know what the symbol meant, but if you've been a soldier long enough you know the symbols. And then there's the sort of soldier who does it anyway.
Those soldiers, if they don't die, stick close to them. Because if they don't die, then they really do have one of the gods of luck on their side. The longer they live, the tighter you stick to them. Until their luck runs out, and if it runs out in battle? Then run. There's no contract or oath worth fighting for in the face of that omen, child. Because if a Soldier of Fortune dies, then either the Old Man is rolling his dice or the Ladies are clipping their threads.
And if they're working together? Then you can't run far or fast enough, because the web is woven and the dice are loaded.
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This is a story about a sword, a dying old man, the slave boy that he saves from bondage, and a spy. The sword's not magical, the old man isn't a hidden master, the boy is just sort of special, and the spy's not very good at her job. Yet they disrupt the status quo of a powerful Orthodox Sect and destroy a clandestine clan, shaking the foundations of an empire.
The saying goes that when a man is born the Fates weave his destiny and swaddle him in it. Then one day the man dies, and the swaddle becomes a shroud. Heaven moves on.
It is audacity to question the Fates. Olympus is Olympus. The land of men is the land of men. To transgress that, to cross the line of divinity and scale Olympus Mons? To defy the Fates and cast off their threads?
That is hubris. It’s a mark that every philosopher bears plainly on their soul.
A tired mage drops something. A flickering soul picks it up. Earth-Bet will never be the same again. Or, How a World Rune came to be in my possession. OC reincarnation.
Nuclear winter set in by 2015, but the world really ended in 2012 when dungeons began appearing around the world like some messed up video game. And me? I'm just trying to survive. Think Fallout, Solo Leveling, and Pokemon, but less interesting.
Where were you, the day life as we knew it ended, and magic returned to Earth in a rush? When goblins, undead, and dragons were restored? When the electric grid went down for the last time, and gunpowder stopped exploding?
Selena Serrano was in school; med school, to be precise, and Human Anatomy class if you wanted to be even more specific. When magic returned it woke things which ought to have remained sleeping - like the cadavers her class was supposed to be dissecting...
To survive this new, changed Earth, Selena will need to become more than she had been. She'll have to understand magic, harness it, and in the process, she'll become the Accidental Necromancer.
Welcome to the Magipocalypse. Come right in! We have zombies...
Tom's baby-momma died, and now her past is coming back to bite him. He's broke, The cops are out to get him, the babysitter is pure evil, and he's got a limited time to dig himself out before her world collides with his own.