Ten years…. For ten years, I traveled throughout Yggdrasil with my friends, both old and new. We explored massive catacombs, underground rivers, and kingdoms made entirely of gold. But that time of peaceful exploration has come to an end and the time for action is upon us.
We know what we have to do and for the most part, we accept it. However, recently, a divide has appeared inside our close-knit group. Though not serious enough to cause true issues, it has caused unnecessary tension among the elves.The goblins and I, on the other hand, we know and accept what we have to do to make this world safer for the next generation.
Each monster race has its own royal family and it’s this family that we must either recruit… or assimilate by force, if necessary. For our dream of a peaceful future, where true war doesn’t exist, where children no longer need to be orphaned from monster attacks, and where my wife can live out her days happily…. Even if I won’t be there to ensure her safety.
I know our chances aren’t great and I’ve come to accept that I will probably die long before I see the benefits of our work, but that won’t stop me… Us, it won’t stop us.
The goblins and l will rise to the top and bring the monster races together under one banner, while the elves do the same for the ‘civilized’ races and at the end, if we do it right, the only thing that could stand between us and true peace, is the antagonistic gods and their followers.
If they leave us alone and allow us to live out our lives in peace, then I’ve decided to leave them and theirs alone… However, should they stand in our way or harm any of the people I care about, then even if I have to consume Yggdrasil itself, I. Will. Kill. Them.
My name is Torga and this is the second part of my story
(Cover is the creature Torga's body was based on.)
(Link to the first story-- http://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/13297
A young woman just starting out in life is killed tragically in a car accident. However, she soon regains consciousness as a baby in a fantasy world. But... she's an Orc?!
It would be good if she could just enjoy her new life quietly, but the young woman has a meddlesome personality that can't help but aim for better things. But how will she fare as a member of a monster tribe in a fantasy world?
#CityBuilding #SomeFighting #SomePoorlyWrittenEmotionalScenes #WeaktoStrong #IDontKnowHowHashtagsWork #:P
Arc 1: 571 pages (complete)
Arc 2: (in progress)
Ultimately, I'm writing this for enjoyment. If you enjoy it too, fantastic!
Gore: Extremely infrequent, but moderately intense.
Profanity: There's a few swear words here and there.
Traumatizing Content: While I'm at it, there are some questionable morals displayed (mostly after chapter 77). So far we can check off slavery, brainwashing, war, and genocide.
This story is very Light Novel-ish, because I love light novels, but it does have a planned plot, goal, and ending, and I intend to see it through. You'll see my writing style change somewhat as the story goes on, thanks to constructive feedback from the readers.
New readers please keep in mind, chapters written from the main character's perspective are in first person. This is a story with a so-called "unreliable narrator."
My story accepts donations, but it is free to read and I've only uploaded it here.
They must live, and so, a god must die.
Luneil, a unique dungeon, awakens in the wilderness. He must learn to adapt, or face oblivion.
Bas, a member of a lost race of humans, arrives on the magical world of Era. He must adjust to a new way of life using only his wits and an old physics book.
Era is in flux. Harmony is shattered and a tyrannical goddess begins to muster her full might in a crusade against anyone who will not bow.
They cannot weather the coming storm alone. A deal must be struck.
Luneil was born a monster. Can Bas become one?
No matter what, Era will never be the same.
This is the story of how a deathtrap becomes a haven, and how a good man becomes a killer.
This my first time ever putting a story online. I will be adding chapters at least once a weekevery two weeks (sometimes more often), chapters are ~3500-5500 words although there may be outliers. This story is eventually intended for publishing via Amazon, however, you have my word it will be left up for at least five weeks from the time it is completed (at which point I might be posting the second installment on here), so you don't need to worry about it disappearing overnight. Also, bear in mind that this is all a first draft before any significant edits. There will likely be spelling, grammar and continuity errors, I will address them as soon as I spot them or you point them out. I read every comment (and reply, time permitting). Please feel free to criticize (I suspect I have a somewhat longwinded writing style, shouting really does help :) ), and above all enjoy.
Tilvrade is born into a family of country nobility.
A baby with vague memories of another world, he begins his life trying to come to grips with the world he is in now, while fitting into his household's lifestyle and maid's loving attentions.
Soon, shadows of intrigue, creep out from the capital of the kingdom and disrupt his day to day. Revelations of odd vestiges of a civilisation spark memories of who he was.
Cover is a work by a great artist called madimb. You can find the full image here.
Read if you enjoy reincarnation plots, medieval fantasy and a slow developing negative protagonist.
Don't read if you like fast developments and action. This story is overly detailed and not for everyone (The MC is still not a teenager as of chapter 40, if that gives you a hint of the pacing...)
Anton Thorn died in an incident of his own creation, his body torn and shredded to pieces.
Yet death and eternal rest did not await him. Gods, from another world, took his soul along many others to their world to fight an overwhelming and impossible foe.
By chance and oversight his soul was missed by the gods, his soul destined to remain in limbo and torment for all eterinity. A few weak and desperate gods took a chance with him and brought him through to their world.
Now sent far away from the battle, in his original body, to a small village in the husk of a dead kingdom. It is now up to him to restore the Kingdom and fight off anything that would threaten him or those he loves; be they human, beast, monster or hero.
An Archlich and his band of undead decided to leave their stronghold after doing nothing for a thousand years. Instead of ravaging the lands and haunting the living, they decided to tour the fantasy world which had changed for a thousand years!
Follow the band of necro-tourists as they explore the world, discover new inventions, realize the stagnant state of the world, uncover a catastrophic event that led to the extinction of a race, join a heroes' party by accident, and meet the God of Death itself as they maintain incognito!
The king is dead; his heir is too young to assume the throne. Jarl Vale wants to become Lord Protector, spurred by his ambitious brother Konstans. Jarl Isarn likewise seeks this power; he is aided – or thwarted – by the return of his brother, the knight and war hero Athelstan, whose squire, Brand, hopes to restore his family’s fortunes, cost what it may. Through all of this, an enigmatic traveller makes plans with jarls, scribes, and priests for his own purpose. Abroad, powerful forces sense division in the realms of Adalmearc and make their own plans. It is only a matter of time before schemes clash, plots collide, and conflict erupts. War is on the horizon.
Story updates every second Wednesday with a new chapter from the second book of the series. The first book can be downloaded as an ebook from my site, where a map of the world can be viewed. The site also contains other background information such as history of the realms, pantheon and religion, calendar etc.
If you were to ask someone what they thought of Revian Snow, they would say that she's small. Cute too. Doesn't talk much. Average grades, and hard to find in a crowd, though you'd think that someone with her looks would be more noticeable. She also plays the popular VRMMO's for some reason, but doesn't like to interact with others too much, even online.
In short, she doesn't stand out too much.
She likes it that way—After all, it's much easier to keep a secret when nobody's looking for one.
If you enjoy my work, please consider supporting me on Patreon. It's a great help to me, and a very good motivation to do better, and more.
I hope you continue to enjoy what I write!
An old man died in his sleep. Upon arriving in a pure white plane. 'God' Told him his wife that he had lost years earlier had been chosen to become the Hero a world needed. The man pleaded with the 'God' to send him as well. And though the God agreed the man would not be born a human. The man accepted anyways. Now he's in this new world trying to Evolve into something that can survive until he meets his wife again. Think he can do it?
Many thanks to Aizen-Sama for the cover!
This book is complete and all new chapters will be posted here! | http://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/15886/a-snakes-rise
Welcome to the world of Insania, a game where you can play however you want! An expansive world ruled by a top tier AI capable of accommodating each and every player and their needs!
Here we follow the story of Richard, and his avatar, the golem Gondorrer, as he comes and plays a MMO in one of the most dificult ways for no other reason than a sudden impulse, and fail miserably a few times before finally getting it right.
Follow him in his adventures, composed by epic monster battles, custom made equipments, bad jokes, not right in the head friend, along with an unhealthy addiction to Monster Hunter, lots of rolling and window-balls!
Okay, this is my first story here and it will probably be full of errors and such since my native language is portuguese, but any and all (constructive) critics are welcome.
Two Worlds is a military sci-fi web serial set several hundred years in the future. It will follow multiple characters in an expansive universe as they fight to survive where things aren’t always as they seem; or they are and they’re just [email protected]#t out of luck.
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivatives 4.0 International License.
The Two Worlds universe is being reviewed, edited, and pubished in eBook form. Own your own piece of the Two Worlds Saga starting with Two Worlds: Rags & Riches
Here I am, sitting on a mountain so far away from civilisation it might as well be the godforsaken arse of the world, about to ascend. Can't wait to leave this crapfest of a planet... Turns out that the higher ups decided that an unaffiliated rogue like me is too big of a risk to let run around free.
Seems like this entire cultivation world is a late stage capitalist money making machine for the powers that be in the higher realms, and me stealing the good loot in front of their descendants and sect disciples noses finally pissed them off enough to take action.
First, they sent all the sect masters and hidden dao protectors to off me - which failed, obviously. Heh, afterwards they simply bitch slapped me out of their universe though.
That is interesting and all, but I just woke up in a valley watching some critters murder each other while trying not to freak out about how bad it smells here.
Soo… where the fuck am I? Why is that deer fighting a feathery squirrel? Why am I teaching this baby rabbit saved from a cannibalistic mother how to kick beings in the face with the power of qi?
Reality shifts and Alexa finds herself trapped in a world far darker and deadlier than the one she knew. Her new body is stronger and faster, and she connects to the magic around her, but it may not be enough to protect the scattered remnants of humanity she comes across.
My first fic, written for Nanowrimo and continued because people liked it.
Arc 1: Foundation (Chapters 001 - 017)
Arc 2: Haven (Chapters 018 - 033)
Arc 3: In Progress (Chapters 034 - ???)
In a time before the existence of the present, the gods decided to create a plane of existence where all their creations could exist in the same place. In it, all would be fair, and all gaps between races and technological advancements could be crossed with a single system that the gods had created. Every year, the gods would choose a new race to put in their land, and in this new group of beautifully unlucky people, Alen, his friends, and a few people from Earth have finally met their turn to be tossed into the playground of the gods.
Unfortunately though, Alen was thrust into a forest of corpse-eating bears and horribly smelly undead on his first day, one of the many danger-zones of the continent the gods had chosen to throw them in. It would be easy to say that he simply died within the first day, or that he'd starved to death or whatever, but let's be honest...
That story would be no fun to tell, yes?
(Re-write of my first fiction with the same name.)
Endless Online - Book 1: Oblivion's Blade (A LitRPG adventure)
Val had returned from his latest tour of duty maimed and scarred in body and soul. At an age when most kids were still in college, he had been fighting for his life in global hotspots no government official would dare admit to, with crippling wounds and horrific memories his only rewards for services diligently rendered. Barely able to walk and drugged to the gills for pain, he thought his killing days were finally behind him.
He couldn't have been more wrong.
Endless Online, a hyper futuristic game where players could truly live another life. Val's friend couldn't resist the siren call to embrace that thrill and when she turns up missing, Val knew it was time for one last covert mission, only to find that the game was far more than it seemed. Far from being the masters of this grand new game of epic space battles, wizards, warriors, and intergalactic conquest, the people of Earth were about to become its greatest prize.
The future became a peaceful utopia in the Core Regions. No crime, no wars, no conflicts, even rude behavior is rare.
People became complacent and lazy.
The main character isn’t a hero or a typical protagonist. Calling him an… opportunist would be the least offensive probably. In this age, he’s sticking out like a sore thumb.
Who would notice a few shady happenings when crime is a foreign concept and there is nobody to catch you?
So a sad day begins when you wake up to find out you’ve been kidnapped, stashed with a bunch of strangers in a strange place, and you’re riding on a steam train headed God knows where.
An awesome day begins when you kill the crap out of a zombie, survive a train crash, outrun a hungry horde and wake up the next day with super powers.
A freaky day begins when you die without dying and a tank of talking fluid tells you you’re being recruited as a representative of humanity to decide if they’ll fight in a galactic war or get left in the dust.
I love my life.
Humanity died 500,000 years ago to it's own hubris, the search for Immortality. One Human is revived through alien technology as a political ploy. This lone former Human must decide whether to die off for good or survive through new and strange body functions, assassination attempts, political intrigue, and war. A whole galaxy is open to explore or die in.
This lone human infected with man’s Hubris is alone no longer.
+Mature warning+ there will be sex, so 18+ is advised.
I make no claim on the picture used as cover. The picture is Temporary tell i have an artist draw me one.
Miguel Arevalo, a twenty-year old hardcore gamer and a PC purist, suddenly finds himself in the most unbelievable situation where the world has literally turned into a Massively Multiplayer Online Role-Playing Game (MMORPG). Blue screens, arbitrary numbers that dictate a person's ability, levels and of course, monsters. How bad can it be? Right?
However, unlike other MMORPGs, once you die, you die.
There is no respawn.
(This is a rewrite of 'No Respawn')
The world of Verre is a strange and wonderful place filled with strange, bewitching landscapes, hidden planes and daunting dangers. In the midst of this wonder and beauty is a harmonic anarchy. Earth and heaven lie opposed and mankind wars with itself as well as the fearsome beasts they live alongside. It is the right setting for myths and legends. Empires and kingdoms, heroes and villains, all rise and fall. Men, women and daemons compete on this stage seeking godhood, making names for themselves and establishing legacies of their own.
Born into one of these legacies is Valerian Steelborn of the House of Cragsveil. Blessed with keen acumen and remarkable abilities he steps into a world he expects a lot out of and it, him. How far would he go and what legacy would he leave behind?
Additional Tags: Qihuan / Xuanhuan, Magic, Politics, Cultivation, Team Battles, Multiple Realms
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