Poetry of his love~
not good with description y'all but promise you'll like the book ๐ญ๐๐ปโฆ
not good with description y'all but promise you'll like the book ๐ญ๐๐ปโฆ
Cooper Howard has wondered the Mojave wasteland for over 200 years becoming as wild and hardened as the land itself... He never expected regain his humanity when he meets Y/N or to feel the softness and warmth of skin under his fingertipsโฆ
Story i wrote for funโฆ
After managing to steal the Death Relic, the most sought-after magical object of all time, Roccan is killed in battle. Carrying records that say it can make those who use it immortal, the item behaves unexpectedly toward the young boy: after dying, Roccan is reborn in an unknown environment. Years after the death of his parents, the boy finds himself with the critical task of continuing what they both started in life. To do so, he needs to bring together the two most powerful relics, which, when combined, may be able to revive his relatives. Faced with a society hundreds of times more developed than his homeland, Roccan meets Proxie, an agent of the resistance against the company that dictates the rules of his world, the STONES. On a journey through the most diverse eras of humankind, through an unlikely alliance, they must set off in search of the power of the relics when something unexpected happens: despite already making use of its enchantment, Roccan loses the Death Relic.A new chapter will be released every FridayCover made by Henartsโฆ
The boy had never been scourged by dread, not really, untouched still of startling agony to become his reality. He spotted the imposing cliffside meaning to change that by mere accident, kept in defiant remembrance still of this heavenly music descended upon Earth from Heaven, magnificent, majestic and entrancing, this blue ship which had came last night to conjure mystery and great brilliance vibrating with splendor and glory born, like summer sunshine brought unto gloomy night, unlike anything ever heard of. He paused in thought to look at what was dangling from these rocketed walls, instilled immediately by mortal agony.What encountered him there was awful, horrific, spun from his nightmare to turn to atrocious truth. They left a message for him, these strangers, a message for all mankind.All the people from the town were nailed on the colossal rock with obsidian spikes the size of fists, hidden in the darkness as horror always lurked there within. Blood, everywhere. The spikes ripped skin open, tore their bodies apart to let it be a grotesque image, the self-portrait of Death itself. Stiff pale limbs, grossly tangled together, a myriad of heads decorating empty space. A few mutilated legs and arms lay motionless on the bottom of it, of the mere terror, the waves had yet to reach and clean the crime scene, crimson rocks and red sand carnation furthermore.The details swam and blurred his view. He was thankful, for a glimpse sufficed a lifetime.When the dark ship came, it didn't only warn the people of the Destruction following behind, they carried it themselves, bestowing it willingly and with intent, purpose, unknown and arbitrary as it may seem regardless.People rumored among their crowds that they were in fact the cause, the real Bringer of Death. The Harbingers of Cruelty. The Black Squad, Side of Doom.Known perhaps better by their most famous name, the Skeleton Crew._updated every friday 2 p.m. sharpโฆ
it's all in the title, enjoy!โฆ
๐จ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐. ๐ญ๐๐๐๐, ๐ช๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ ๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ช๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐บ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐ต๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ - ๐๐๐ ๐ฐ ๐ ๐๐ ๐'๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ - ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐. ๐จ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ , ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐ฐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.โฆ
Hey, I'm Robert, and my life's been weird since I was seven. I can see ghosts, which sounds cool, but it's not all fun. People avoided me, made fun of me, and even bullied me because of it. So, I hung out with my ghost bud, Desmon. I wasn't exactly anti-social, but I kept my distance from making real human relations.Then I met Chloe. She was awesome, teaching me all about the ghost world and phantom. We clicked. Someday I started liking her, maybe even more than a friend. But things got crazy real fast. Something I didn't expect would happen, actually happened.Now, I'm stuck in a mess. I'm torn between feeling mad and just lost. I've got to figure out who to trust, 'cause my choice could literally change everything for me or maybe for the world.โฆ
Five individuals were chosen to serve Selini, the dragon goddess, as her strongest and most faithful disciples--the Head Dragonborn. They represent her power to her people and the rest of the world; they are the eyes, claws, and fangs of the goddess. During times of war, they are her greatest weapons who have but one mission: fulfill the goddess's orders and, in doing so, bring about a swift victory.In times of peace, however, their true nature as a restless bunch of siblings emerges. When an incident in the temple leads to an argument among the eldest, Selini charges the five with a new task: to go out and catch a unicorn. For the four oldest Head Dragonborn, this is a boorishly simple task. For Unda, the youngest, it is his first chance to leave the temple and see the world for himself.The only problem is that no one has seen a unicorn in hundreds of years, and they aren't the only ones seeking to catch this mythical creature. With an elf assassin on their trail and the threat of something much bigger looming over them, Unda and his siblings must decide how much they are willing to sacrifice for their mission. After all, magic yields deadly consequences. ~Previously "To Catch a Unicorn"~--ONC 2020 Longlister--Featured on the Fantasy account's "Quick Reads" reading list (2/18/21)--Featured on the mythandlegend account's "Legendary Creatures and Hybrids" reading list (3/11/22)โฆ
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