#Action & Adventure Literature

[torpublishinggroup]

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WHAT’S IT ABOUT 

If you ever wished for a book that's a mash-up of Fourth Wing and Six of Crows, behold The Sky on Fire.

Steal from a dragon who already wants you dead? It's not much of a choice, but in order for Anahrod to maintain her survival, it's a risk she has to take. In a world where humans are ruled by merciless dragons, Anahrod joins a sexy dragonrider and a gang of misfits plotting to steal a dragon's hoard. They'll have to rely on each other to pull off this impossible heist or this deadly mission will be their last.

[soulja-boi]

“Romeo X Juliet”

probably my second fav anime. if you’re gonna watch this, please watch the english dub (it’s in shakespearean english)

episodes: 24

genres: drama, fantasy, romance

premiered: spring 2007

status: completed

studio: Gonzo

rating (MAL): 7.57

[greyplatypus]

[csdarkfantasy]

Bane of Blood: La Gorgona

A dark fantasy adult novel, updates weekly

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[jonathanvik]

Kamen Rider Fenrir - Chapter 1

“Evening, everyone!” The beauty on the screen waved her hand, her smile enthusiastic. Ever since Reine had become the spokesperson for Ymir Industries, Johan had been lovestruck. Her stunning smile brought joy to his day. With her frilly, tastefully revealing dress, Reine was quite a trendsetter! The idol was stunningly beautiful, with bright gray eyes and a button nose dusted with noticeable freckles. She wore her dusty-blond hair short, in contrast to current fashion. Reine was quite the trendsetter!

Johan gazed up at the screen attached to the skyscraper above him. Other screens displayed the same picture, almost everyone stopping their business to watch Bifrost City’s premier idol.

“We have remarkable news! Ymir Industries is announcing a brand-new, revolutionary project!” The idol gave a self-conscious smile, which tugged at Johan’s heartstrings. “I’m afraid its science is beyond a dummy like myself, but I can explain the general premise.”

After extending a hand, a shimmering image of two lab-coated men appeared within it. One scientist placed a metal cube on a platform while the other fiddled with some controls. Johan’s eyes widened in amazement as the cube glowed with light before re-materializing on the other platform three meters away. People muttered in astonishment, wondering if this stunning feat of science was only a clever illusion. The picture vanished when Reine’s hand closed.

“Ymir Industries is proud to announce that it has uncovered the secret of matter transference! An unbelievable breakthrough sure to change life forever! We’re already working hard to make it affordable for the average consumer.”

“I’m moving into a new apartment. I wonder if they’ll loan me one? Anyway, the possibilities are endless! President Wilson will hold a press conference later tonight to announce further developments. See you there!” Reine winked before her picture blinked out.

The excitement created by this announcement was infectious, everyone hypothesizing how it might affect life in Bifrost City. It was the first major city built on the ocean, constructed almost twenty years ago by pushing human technology to its limit. The marvel housed almost ten million people. It earned its name, Bifrost City, because it stood between Canada and Norway off the coast of Britain, connecting both land masses by an enormous, expansive bridge. It was known as one of the newest marvels of the world, a feat of unprecedented construction.

“Reine is so amazing!” Johan said. “She even made me interested in this boring science junk.”

His best friend, Randall, snorted in derision. “Who cares? It’ll only make Ymir richer. Like we’ll see a dime from it. Quit wasting time—we have a job to perform.”

Johan sighed at his friend’s painful ignorance, but Randall was right. The Boss loathed tardiness. They left the glistening streets, with their automated vendors demanding attention, and skyscrapers for Bifrost’s more unsavory parts.

During the city’s construction, the politicians had promised that Bifrost would be different—a crime-free paradise without slums or homeless people. What a joke that had been. The rapid technological advances had made getting lower, menial jobs difficult. As a consequence, the city suffered a high unemployment rate.

Towering architectural wonders were replaced with rundown, squat buildings as they traveled downtown, graffiti lining most of their walls. People huddled in corners, exchanging money and product with deft fingers. In this place, asking questions was dangerous. Johan heard distant gunfire. While some glanced around cautiously, nobody seemed particularly alarmed. In this section of Bifrost, life was cheap. Johan’s gang, the Jotnar, had involved themselves in their fair share of scraps to survive.

Johan kept alert for danger. You never knew when another gang might start trouble. Everything seemed normal until he spotted a woman in a black motorcycle suit staring at him. Her helmet’s visor was down, hiding her face. The odd, oval-shaped disc hanging around her neck caught his eye. Her ride was an expensive, sleek piece of machinery—dangerous to have in this unsavory neighborhood. Before he could warn her, she disappeared into a side street.

“Strange.” Johan only shrugged, following his friend into their hideout.

The place was rundown, the skeleton of a moving company office ruined by the invention of self-driving cars. While a mess of old pizza boxes, scattered computer parts, and soda cans, it was home. It had a fully stocked fridge and a basketball hoop, which served their needs nicely. While Johan wanted to grab a quick beer, he required a clear head for tonight.

“You’re late,” the Boss said without preamble. He was an enormous man with broad shoulders, standing tall enough to be a professional basketball player. His expression brokered no nonsense, his hard, piercing eyes unwavering. Rumors said he’d led an L.A. gang before coming to Bifrost. While a tough man, he protected his own. Johan respected that.

“Reine again. I tell you, he needs help,” Randall said, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, you can’t fight true love!” The Boss’s second-in-command, Samuel, said. His scarred lips snickered in amusement. The pale scars contrasted sharply with his almost chocolate-colored skin. “I’m sure he keeps his imaginary wife happy!”

“Shut up!” Johan rolled his eyes but smiled at the jest. Why couldn’t these guys understand true art when they saw it? They’d actually laughed when he tried to play one of Reine’s albums for them.

“Enough gallivanting about,” the Boss said, drawing everyone’s attention. “We’ve got a job to do.”

The Jotnar went serious, ready to conduct the dangerous job they’d planned for weeks.

---

“You certain it’s not just an old warehouse?” Johan asked.

The Boss nodded. “Rebecca confirmed the intel’s good. The place is drawing an unusual amount of power. Inside, Ymir is hiding something.”

“The security appears light,” Samuel said. “No doubt to avoid drawing attention. I’ve seen people go inside, but not many. But stay on guard—Ymir guards their secrets jealously.”

“Avoid using them unless pressed. I don’t want the cops breathing down our necks.” The Boss opened a duffel bag, revealing some handguns—Glock 19s, from their appearance. “But don’t hesitate to kill if necessary.”

Everyone nodded, grabbing a weapon and concealing it somewhere for easy reach. Johan swallowed. While he’d been on the practice range many times, he’d never actually fired on a living person before. He cast aside his doubts. If they completed the job, they’d be rich! Still, the firearm’s cold, hard steel pressed against his hand caused an involuntary shudder.

Seagulls cried overhead as they slunk into the shadows, keeping well hidden. Since every self-driving car had cameras, they wished to avoid any possible detection. The ocean crashed behind them, the sea’s strong scent filling Johan’s nostrils. After passing long-abandoned, empty warehouses, they approached Warehouse 9—their target—a craphole that had seen better days.

Johan furrowed his brow. “Why here and not one of their fancy facilities in Yggdrasil Tower?”

“Not legal, I bet!” Samuel bellowed a laugh. “Good for us. I doubt they’ll report the robbery to the police.”

The Boss’s phone buzzed, and he answered it. “Yes, we’re there. We’ll rendezvous with you soon.”

“Rebecca says the coast is clear. The place is empty,” the Boss said. “She’ll meet us inside.”

After checking for any sign of cameras or guards, they darted inside the building. Trash and garbage covered the barren, abandoned floor. Johan gave the hole-ridden ceiling a worried glance, fearing a possible collapse. Rebecca stood inside, impatiently waiting for them.

“Don’t worry about cameras. I’ve already disabled the three watching the place.” The hacker girl wore baggy clothes, the type of generic brands you’d expect to find in a low-rent department store. A fashionable gray beret covered her curly red hair. She clutched a backpack shaped like an oversized koala, containing her laptop.

“The entrance?” the Boss asked.

“Over here.” She directed them toward the manager’s office. Beyond a rusted metal desk and some rotting bookshelves, the room seemed barren at first glance. On closer inspection, however, Johan spotted footprints in the dust.

“Excellent work, Becca!” Samuel gave their hacker genius a thumbs-up.

“You sure you aren’t coming?” Randall asked.

“Heck no!” Becca stuck out her tongue. “It’s dangerous! Best leave you big, strapping men to handle the shooty part.”

“Big, strapping men?” Samuel rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

“Call if there’s an emergency. I have several contingency plans ready.” Rebecca waved her phone. Its wallpaper displayed a koala chomping eucalyptus leaves. “Now stop distracting me.”

The hacker girl revealed a hidden panel behind one of the bookshelves and connected her computer to a port with a cable. After a quick tap of some keys, the panel light flashed green. A bare spot opened up, revealing a hidden staircase.

“This’ll give you Level 1 access.” Rebecca passed the Boss a plastic card. “They got lazy when they designed this place. It uses typical Ymir security systems.”

“Stay alert, everyone. Keep your weapons at the ready.” The Boss crept down the stairs, ready for any trouble.

“Good luck!” Rebecca bit her lip in worry.

---

“A hidden lab. It’s hard to believe,” a figure said, watching behind her visor as the gang members entered the abandoned warehouse. “So, my hunch was correct. Ymir is up to something.”

Considering the many rumors, it wasn’t surprising. She’d learned about this heist thanks to her friend’s excellent investigation skills. While the gang’s employer remained unknown, she had her hunches. Many rival corporations were jealous of Ymir’s success.

She grabbed her pendant tight with a gloved hand. After counting to ten, she followed in a crouch. If she was correct, she’d finally uncover the truth she sought.

“What’s with this place?” The secret facility turned out to be more expansive than they’d expected. The underground tunnels wound around in confusing patterns, and Johan feared they’d get lost. Much to their surprise, they encountered no guards while sneaking through the tunnels. Several times, Johan thought he’d heard something, but his investigations turned up empty.

“Wait.” The Boss pushed them behind a wall as a suited man with slicked-back red hair and a goatee passed by.

“Isn’t that Bert Visscher, a CEO bigwig in Ymir?” He recalled seeing him standing next to Reine in Ymir press shoots.

“Stay quiet. He might lead us somewhere interesting,” the Boss whispered, and everyone nodded.

After a dozen corridors, the CEO halted at a metal door. He pulled out a plastic card from his coat pocket and swiped it. The door’s light flashed green, allowing him access. Beyond the door, Johan saw more endless, bland corridors.

Thankfully, their card worked, and they traveled deeper into the facility. It appeared to be one enormous lab. Behind glass doors, they saw various research rooms filled with expensive-looking equipment whose purpose was impossible to determine. Ymir must have spent millions to construct this place. Voices caught their attention, and they spread out, hiding behind some pieces of equipment as the CEO spoke to a lab-coated man. The Boss pointed toward a far door, instructing Johan to keep watch. The other Jotnar guarded the other entrances so they would remain undisturbed.

“Burning the midnight oil, Doctor Nomikos?” Visscher asked.

The scientist rubbed his greasy, shoulder-length hair with a hand. The man yawned, harried from lack of sleep. “No choice. The president wants the Ragnadriver in production as quickly as possible. The prototype is temperamental.”

He gestured to a strange belt connected to a nearby computer by multicolored wires. The device contained an enormous silver belt buckle for some unknown purpose. Strange runes were etched into the device’s surface, extending from the buckle to the strapping of the belt. They’d finally located their target.

“It’s too powerful,” Doctor Nomikos continued. “After inserting their Uhyre Key, the shock of the transformation either incapacitates or kills the subject. We are still uncertain why.”

“Wonderful,” Visscher sighed. “The president won’t be pleased. This delays our plan by several weeks at least.”

“This is delicate work. Ragnadriver can’t be rushed.”

“Don’t move.”

A voice whispered behind Johan, whose body stiffened in response to the cold barrel pressed against the nape of his neck.

“Seems like we’ve uncovered some intruders,” the guard spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “Drop your weapons, or this one dies. You only get one warning.”

Nomikos and Visscher’s eyes widened in surprise as Johan and the others stepped out of the shadows. The other Jotnar dropped their weapons as instructed, sending their teammate angry glares for messing up. A pit formed in Johan’s stomach, realizing they might all die because he’d gotten distracted. Ymir wouldn’t tolerate some busybodies leaking their secrets. The Boss’s eyes darted around, seeking any escape routes. The guard whispered into a communicator, requesting more reinforcements. He kept his gun trained on the Jotnar, ensuring nobody tried anything stupid.

“And who are you?” Visscher asked. “Are you from a rival company? Ophion, perhaps? The Ragnadriver is a wonderful piece of military technology. Its applications are limitless. It isn’t an exaggeration to say that it will change everything.”

“Answer him.”

Johan winced when a gun barrel pressed harder against his neck, his body quaking in terror. The Boss remained quiet, refusing to betray his employer. The Jotnar leader would rather die than provide Ymir with any information. Johan’s legs trembled, feeling faint. He didn’t want to die.

“Pity. Seems you require some persuading.”

The guard’s finger tightened on the trigger. Johan closed his eyes, praying his death would be swift and painless.

The guard screamed as someone violently tore his hand away from his captive’s head. Johan gasped. It was the motorcycle girl. Oddly, her motorcycle helmet still masked her face.

An ear-splitting sound echoed through the lab as the gun discharged, shooting a bullet into a nearby piece of machinery. The girl twisted the guard’s hand tighter, forcing him to release his weapon. She kicked it aside and hurled the man onto the cold, hard floor. A follow-up kick knocked the guard unconscious.

She froze when the Boss scooped up the fallen weapon and pointed it at their rescuer in one swift motion.

“Who are you?” the Boss asked, narrowing his eyes.

“The one who saved your life,” the woman replied calmly. “Fighting amongst ourselves wastes time. I cleared out several guards, but reinforcements will arrive soon.”

A light bulb lit up in Johan’s head. So that’s why they hadn’t encountered any guards. Yet, the Boss remained unmoved. “That doesn’t answer my question.”

The girl gripped the pendant around her neck. “I only want the truth.”

The Boss studied her strange garb, which completely obscured her identity. “You’re not a cop. Reporter? PI? It doesn’t matter. You’re not getting the prize.”

His head gestured toward the belt. Randel got the message, scooping the device into a duffle bag. The scientist and CEO didn’t object, eyeing Samuel as he covered them with a gun. Dr. Nomikos held his hands up high. Visscher, in contrast, wore a cool, almost amused expression.

“I don’t care,” the girl replied. “I only want their computer’s data.”

After studying their tentative ally for several beats, the Boss lowered his weapon. “Fine. Do what you want. We’ve obtained our objective.”

“Hey, that’s mine!” the scientist protested as the girl accessed a workstation, inserting a USB stick. After typing a few quick commands, she pocketed the device into a side compartment. Somehow, she knew Ymir’s passwords.

“I’m ready,” the girl said, rejoining them.

“Fine, let’s get out of here,” the Boss said. “I’ll allow you to accompany us, but only if you give me a copy of that stick.”

The biker girl nodded, finding the arrangement agreeable.

Samuel brightened. “That’s sure to get us something extra. Good thinking.”

Visscher watched as they exited the lab, his amusement only growing. “You’re not escaping here alive, fools.”

Something about the CEO’s words set them on edge. Did he know something? Unease creeping in, they broke into a sprint.

As they fled, Johan couldn’t help but study their new ally, sensing something off about her. It was on the tip of his tongue, but the thought refused to surface. Finally, he couldn’t stay quiet any longer.

“What’s with the helmet?” Johan asked. “We turned off the security cameras. There’s no reason to hide your identity.”

The girl didn’t reply at first, tension practically radiating from her.

“I’m Johan. This is Samuel and Randel,” he said, gesturing to the other Jotnar members. “And up ahead is the Boss. He doesn’t need any other name.”

“Yareli,” the biker girl hesitated before continuing. “I’m not very attractive. Terrible scars. It scares people.”

“Really?” Johan’s eyes widened.

“It can’t be that bad!” Samuel rolled his eyes. “From your voice, I can tell you’re a real babe!”

“Or you have something to hide,” Randel said, narrowing his eyes. “Something’s not right about you.”

“We’re allies. Isn’t that enough?” Yareli said stiffly.

“You saved our lives,” the Boss said. “I appreciate that. Few people stick their noses out for a stranger. You could have stayed hidden and retrieved that data later.”

Yareli shook her head. “And allow Ymir to commit murder? Never.”

On the streets, such selflessness often got you killed. Yet Johan couldn’t help but be grateful for the timely intervention.

They turned another corner—then stopped cold.

A single man blocked their path.

“You’re not going anywhere,” the newcomer said, his voice carrying a hard-to-place accent. Italian, maybe? He wore his messy brown mop of hair in a ponytail and grinned at them with a predatory smile.

“Out of the way.” The Boss pointed his weapon at the man.

For some reason, the Ymir thug carried no weapons. Did he seriously expect to stop several armed men with his fists? Was he crazy?

Johan noticed a strange silver armband on the man’s wrist, a narrow slot at the top. The thug’s grin widened as he pulled a small metallic disc from his suit.

Yareli jerked in surprise. “That looks like my pendant!”

Johan realized she was right. The two objects were nearly identical, except for the different rune patterns etched onto them.

“You should provide useful combat data,” the man said.

He pressed the disc, which clicked open, shifting into a key-like shape. A glowing image of a bear appeared on its surface.

“Terrorize.”

Sparks cascaded from the armband as the Ymir thug jammed the device into the slot.

“What the—?”

Sensing danger, the Boss opened fire—but it was too late.

The man’s face elongated, stretching into a gruesome, fearsome muzzle lined with jagged teeth. Brown, shaggy fur erupted across his body, more like bristling needles than hair. His fingers stretched, claws extending into jagged, meter-long blades that tore deep rivulets into the pavement.

Johan took an involuntary step back, heart hammering in his chest.

“What the hell!” Johan stumbled back, his breath hitching in sheer terror. Despite firing mid-transformation, the Boss’s bullets ricocheted harmlessly off the creature’s armor-like fur.

“Impossible!” Yareli gasped, her voice laced with disbelief.

“Kill him!” The Boss’s voice wavered, but his eyes remained sharp with determination.

Johan’s hands trembled, too paralyzed to fire, but his comrades snapped out of their stupor and unloaded their magazines into the beast.

The bullets were useless. They bounced off like pebbles, failing even to slow the creature down. With inhuman speed, the monster swung a massive claw, slamming the Boss against the wall. Cement cracked on impact. Blood dribbled from the Jotnar leader’s mouth as he weakly lifted his gun, pressing it point-blank against the monster’s eye. He fired.

The creature snarled but didn’t flinch. The bullet dropped harmlessly to the floor with a soft clang. A cruel laugh rumbled from its chest before it grabbed the Boss’s head and smashed it against the wall. His body collapsed in a lifeless heap.

“Boss!” Johan’s stomach dropped as horror flooded his veins.

“Bastard!” Randel lunged at the creature’s arm, desperately clawing at the strange armband. If they could rip it off—maybe, just maybe—they could end this nightmare.

But the device wouldn’t budge. The monster grinned, tightening its grip around Randel’s skull.

Snap.

Randel’s lifeless body hit the floor with a dull thud, his duffle bag spilling open. The stolen belt tumbled out—the very device they’d risked everything to steal. The price had been far too high.

Johan turned to flee, but a wall of armed guards had already cut off their escape. Their smug expressions made it clear—they were enjoying the show.

“There’s no way out!” Samuel rasped, panic rising in his voice.

“I don’t know!” Johan’s breath came fast and shallow. This was it. They were going to die.

“I won’t let you hurt them!”

Yareli moved like a blur, leaping onto the beast in a desperate attempt to restrain it. “Run! I’ll keep it busy!”

“But—”

“Go!”

Johan hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. The creature flicked its arm, sending Yareli flying into a concrete wall. Her helmet cracked off on impact, skidding across the floor.

And then everything stopped.

Johan’s blood ran cold.

Yareli had no face.

No skin.

No flesh.

Where there should have been a human, there was only a bare, grinning skull.

Silence gripped the room. Even the monster faltered, its expression twisted in shock.

Johan’s mind reeled. How is this possible?!

Yareli’s skull turned, eye sockets scanning the room as if looking for an exit. But there was none. More guards had appeared, sealing off every path.

Her gaze dropped to her pendant—then to the stolen belt lying mere feet away.

“What the hell,” she muttered.

In one swift motion, she grabbed the belt and strapped it around her waist.

The bear monster’s stunned expression twisted into amusement. “Ha! Pointless! No one can use the Ragnadriver. And you don’t even have an Uhyre Key to activate it!”

“Wrong.” Yareli’s voice brightened with something new—something dangerous.

She tore the pendant from her neck, pressed it open, and revealed a gleaming wolf emblem within.

“Henshin.”

She slammed the pendant into the belt buckle.

The Ragnadriver roared to life. Ancient runes blazed red-hot as the buckle split open, revealing a blood-red gem pulsing with the image of a snarling wolf.

A brilliant white light engulfed Yareli.

Johan shielded his eyes as bluish-gray armor solidified over her skeletal frame. The plating formed a sharp, angular design resembling fur. Gauntlets snapped into place, their fingertips extending into razor-edged claws. A helmet locked over her skull, its lupine visage fierce and unrelenting. Twin purple eyes ignited like burning embers.

The bear monster took an uneasy step back. “I-Impossible!”

Yareli flexed her fingers, examining her transformed body with a mixture of awe and certainty.

“I suppose I need a name,” she mused. Then, she looked up, her glowing eyes locking onto her enemy.

“Call me Kamen Rider Fenrir.”

[guybracha]

20th Century Heroes

A story idea that I came up with yesterday, inspired by Alan Moore's the league of extraordinary gentlemen, and Warren Ellis' Planetary.

In the story, my OC fairy Mariposa discovers a mysterious almanac that details the adventures of various heroes from the 20th century.

The various heroes are pastiches of existing heroes from every genre of literature: Victorian Horror and Detective tales, Pulp heroes, children adventures' books, and of course the silver age of comics and 1960s tv animation of Hanna-Barbera…

I hope somewhen in the near future I'll be sat down with will write the story in comic form.

[altelchagla]

My latest work is out! Find on your favourite stores >> https://books2read.com/u/bxkdnk and kindle B0DPZL6N7G

Miray, a non-binary, aro-ace teen with a prosthetic leg, dreams of creating joy in a world that often misunderstands em. After a fateful encounter with a bitter teen who traps others in a dollhouse realm of vengeance, Miray's kindness and courage are tested. Ey must confront despair and hatred, using empathy to heal and forgive.

Joining forces with Kaelen Salix, a powerful intersex warrior who embodies balance and strength, Miray becomes part of a magical team dedicated to fighting despair and spreading hope. Together, they prove that even in the darkest times, compassion and unity can light the way.

Themes and Symbolism:

Healing through Emotions: Characters learn to embrace the full spectrum of emotions but not let despair take over.

Forgiveness and Compassion: The story emphasizes the transformative power of forgiving oneself and others.

Timeless Connections: Relationships transcend lifetimes, showing that love and bonds are eternal.

Diverse Identities: Characters like Miray and Kaelen celebrate the beauty of individuality and self-acceptance.

All of my books will be promoted on @Smashwords as part of their 2024 End of Year Sale starting on December 12! Be sure to follow me for more updates and links to the promotion for my books and many more!

[taosinsbook]

Embark on Magical Adventures with Whiskers and Rocky

LINK SERIES ON AMAZON( PRICE TOTAL: 16,94 $) Book 1: Adventure in the Enchanted Forest: 1.99$: Book 2: The Mystery of the Shape-Shifting Clouds: 2,99$ Book 3: The Mysterious Cave Expedition: 2,99$ Book 4: The Race Under the Deep Sea: 1,99$ Book 5: The Magical Light Festival: 1,99$ BOOK 6: The Secret of the Galaxy Flower: 4,99$

Welcome to the enchanting world of Whiskers and Rocky! This delightful series invites readers of all ages to join Whiskers, the agile calico cat, and Rocky, the loyal golden retriever, on their thrilling journeys through mystical lands. Each book in the series presents valuable life lessons, unforgettable characters, and heartwarming adventures.

Book 1: Whiskers and Rocky: Adventure in the Enchanted Forest

Subtitle: The miraculous rescue of a fairy in the mysterious forest.

Description: Whiskers and Rocky explore an enchanted forest near their home and meet a little fairy who needs help rescuing her friends from a forest monster. Through this challenging journey, they learn valuable lessons about courage and kindness. Dive into their journey of bravery and kindness as they rescue the fairy's friends from a fearsome forest monster.

Book 2: Whiskers and Rocky: The Mystery of the Shape-Shifting Clouds

Subtitle: Unraveling the mystery of the strange clouds in the sky.

Description: On a windy day, Whiskers and Rocky discover clouds transforming into strange creatures. They embark on a journey to solve the mystery and bring peace to their village. Along the way, they learn lessons about exploration and the importance of patience. Uncover the secrets behind strange shape-shifting clouds and restore peace to their village.

Book 3: Whiskers and Rocky: The Mysterious Cave Expedition

Subtitle: Discovering ancient treasures and solving mysteries in the mysterious cave.

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Book 4: Whiskers and Rocky: The Race Under the Deep Sea

Subtitle: Testing endurance and perseverance under the ocean.

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Book 5: Whiskers and Rocky: The Magical Light Festival

Subtitle: Celebrating the wonderful adventures and friendships.

Description: Whiskers and Rocky organize a magical light festival to celebrate their adventures. Characters they met on their journey join and share memorable stories. Together, they create beautiful memories and learn valuable lessons about friendship and bravery. Celebrate the adventures of Whiskers and Rocky at a magical light festival and create new memories with their friends.

Join Whiskers and Rocky in these enchanting adventures, where each tale not only explores magical lands but also delves into the depths of the human heart. Through their eyes, readers will learn valuable lessons about life, love, and the endless possibilities that lie ahead. Dive into the world of Whiskers and Rocky and let your imagination soar!

BOOK 6: The Secret of the Galaxy Flower Garden

Description: Whiskers: Appearance: A small, agile calico cat with mischievous blue eyes. He has a small scar on his left ear, a mark from a previous adventure. Personality: Curious, intelligent, quick, and very brave. Always eager to explore new things and ready to help friends. Rocky: Appearance: A large, friendly golden retriever with warm brown eyes. He has a tail that is always wagging happily. Personality: Loyal, strong, protective of friends, and very loving towards everyone.

This book tells the story of the adventures of the small cat Whiskers and the friendly dog Rocky when they accidentally discover a secret path under an ancient tree on the hilltop. They explore a secret garden with the legendary flower – the Galaxy Flower. Their journey is full of challenges, from facing the Bone Witch Hecate to overcoming terrifying dangers. With the support of the wise owl Sage and the fairy Flora, Whiskers and Rocky defeat Hecate, protect the garden and the precious flower, imparting profound lessons about friendship and the responsibility to protect nature.

[taosinss]

The Little Prince Kupie 1- Adventures Beyond the Horizon

Introduction to Readers: Welcome to the magical tale of Prince Kupie, a curious and courageous little boy. Each page of this book will guide you into a world full of colors and wonders, where Kupie uncovers mysteries and learns valuable lessons about life. Join Kupie on his journey of exploration and growth, where each adventure is not just about discovering the world around him but also about discovering himself.

In "The Little Prince Kupie," readers are introduced to a world of wonder and enchantment through the eyes of a curious and courageous young prince named Kupie. This heartwarming tale follows Kupie as he embarks on a series of magical adventures, each filled with valuable life lessons and unforgettable characters. From the bustling World of Talking Clouds to the serene Forest of Dreams, Kupie’s journey takes him through twelve unique and mystical lands. Along the way, he meets wise guardians like Nimbus, Melody, and Gramps, who guide him through challenges and teach him the importance of empathy, patience, resilience, and hope. Each chapter of Kupie's adventure is a testament to the beauty of exploration and self-discovery. Through his interactions with diverse realms and their inhabitants, Kupie learns to navigate the complexities of life, embracing the unknown and finding strength within himself. Join Prince Kupie as he discovers the magic of the world around him and uncovers the secrets of his own heart. "The Little Prince Kupie" is a delightful and inspiring story that will captivate readers of all ages, reminding them of the endless possibilities that life has to offer.

[searsage]

Chapters: 11/17 Fandom: Subnautica (Video Game), Subnautica: Below Zero - Fandom Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Al-An/Robin Ayou, Al-An & Robin Ayou, Al-An & Ryley Robinson Characters: Robin Ayou, Al-An (Subnautica), Ryley Robinson, Architects | Precursors (Subnautica) Additional Tags: Romance, Drama & Romance, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn, Alien Cultural Differences, Awkward Flirting, Fluff and Humor, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Infection, Action/Adventure, Space Exploration, Al-an is a angsty flashlight, Ryley is ..vary confused, Robin needs a drink, Someone looses some digits..., New Planet, Ryley is a walking cockblock and doesn't know it., Al-an isn't amused., Drones have it out for Ryley, Ryley is kinda of whipped, Robin gets thrown..for the second time, Panic Attacks, Al-an riles himself up and need to take a time out Series: Part 3 of A Splash Across a Pale Sky Summary:

After Al-an's failed attempt to initiate warp drive, and rejection of consciouses's aid at Robin's behest the team is forced to set their sights on a distant planet Al-an claims to be the homeworld of a fickle alien species they once called allies.

Meanwhile Ryley struggles to fit in with a enigmatic resercher and her apathic alien companion, all the while trying to figure out just what it is they are keeping from him..

The crew soon finds its best to come clean and wear their ambitions on their sleeves, trust their fellow crewmates. It may very well save their lives.

[theguywhowashere97]

I know for a fact this one qualifies as a tumblr sexy man. This is Vägteren or "V" From the Tyler Bardot book series. He's the guardian of the Multiverse (a god), very tall and lanky, wears a nice suit, has a British accent, and all knowing. He's a bit sassy but cares for other characters. He was a complete mystery in the first book, but we get to see him shine in the second book just like Oswald (from the same series).

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[delicateartisantrash]

New Chapter Posted! Travel Buddies

WOOOOOOO *screaming in delight* It's been a crazy year and then some. I'm pleased to announce that after months and months and months of writer's block, I have finally posted a new chapter to continue my Mandalorian fanfic on Ao3.

Chapter one, for those who are new to the story:

[jonathanvik]

Luyten V - Chapter 5

“You must understand, your daughter is the world’s only defense against the Altair,” Director Shapley said, his tone measured.

“I don’t care!” Her mom’s voice raised to a fevered pitch. “You’re not making my Rose a soldier! Besides, it makes no sense. Why is my daughter the only one that can pilot that demonic monstrosity?”

The two adults continued to argue, neither giving an inch. As usual, nobody seemed to care what Rose thought. At least her father was more understanding about the reality of the situation. He tried to intercede on her behalf, trying to calm down his wife. Still, getting thrust into a war didn’t thrill her, either.

“Thanks, future me! Thanks a lot!” Rose scowled. Still, if she didn’t have a choice, she’d fight. She could do this. After all, she destroyed those Altair without issue. An entire invasion? Piece of cake! She hoped.

“I’m going to the lady’s room.” Without seeking permission from the adults, Rose abandoned the room and its tiring conversation. She wandered the government facility, curious about its workings.

“Wow,” Rose stared wide-eyed at the facility they used to conduct Luyten V’s maintenance. Despite its flat, implacable features, the robot seemed to watch her with interest as she entered. The tech was bleeding edge, far beyond anything she’d ever seen in her dinky little town. Some scientists eyed her with curiosity, but continued with their work.

“Fascinating, right?” A nearby scientist at a workstation said, interrupting her gawking. He was tall but well-built, with a bushy mustache fluttering as he spoke with a thick Russian accent. He smiled at her and waved for her to come closer.

On the man’s terminal were computations that boggled the mind, Rose having difficulty absorbing it all. “Wow.”

“I heard you have quite a knack for the mechanical,” the scientist gestured to the project he was working on. “What do you think?”

Rose peered closer. It appeared to be Luyten V’s mechanical skeleton. “It’s masterful. The legs are thick and strong to support the Luyten V’s weight, yet light and delicate enough to move like a human. I’m amazed anything that size can even stand. Wouldn’t the square-cube law work against it?” The larger an object gets, the greater the strain on the structure because of its increased mass. 

“Clever observation,” the scientist replied, pleased. He extended a hand. “Doctor Vasiliy Idelson.”

“Rose Brahe,” she grabbed the older man’s hand and shook it. “What is the Luyten V made from? Steel couldn’t hold that much weight.”

“That’s still a mystery,” Idelson admitted sheepishly. “An alloy of unknown composition. Very unusual.”

Rose nodded and asked other technical questions. Much to her satisfaction, Doctor Idelson was happy to supply the answers. While the advanced scientific principles were difficult to understand, Rose gained a vague understanding of how the robot worked.

“There you are,” an annoyed Sandage said, walking up to them.

“Just exploring,” Rose said without shame. If she designed this stupid thing, she deserved to know its inner workings.

“I’m showing her how the Luyten V works,” Idelson said.

“Doctor Idelson, that confidential information,” Sandage scowled. He eyed the Russian scientist with a guarded, suspicious expression. Old prejudices died hard, she supposed. They were at war with aliens. Shouldn’t they all be friends as fellow humans?

But like Rose, Idelson held no shame. “Ms. Brahe is a talented young lady. We should recruit her to the research team. Her input would be highly valuable.”

“Funny,” Sandage said, unamused. “Come, Rose. Your parents are ready to leave.”

“Fine.” But she smiled as Idelson gave her a conspiratorial wink. If she returned, she’d love to speak more with him. It was rare to meet someone with a similar love for the unknown. She burned with the desire to tear apart the Luyten V and see how it all worked.

“You’ll be happy to know your mom ok’d you to pilot the Luyten V,” Sandage said without preamble as they walked down the halls.

“Really? How’d they convince her?”

“Director Shapley can be quite persuasive.” Yet, Rose detected this development didn’t please Sandage.

“Is something wrong?” Was he convinced she couldn’t do it? It was an odd change, considering his encouragement when she fought with the Altair scout. Was something going on?

“I argued against it, but they went ahead anyway,” Sandage fought back the bitterness in his voice. Rose pressed the point, but the government agent refused to elaborate as they walked down the halls.

“Okay.” An awkward silence hung between them as they walked. It broke as Sandage said something else.

“Just know this, Rose,” Sandage hardened his jaw, his face filling with determination. “We will do whatever it takes to protect you. We have your back, always.”

“Sure.” Rose blinked in confusion. Wasn’t he against her a second ago? Whatever. Adults were weird and often contradictory. Still, the encouragement heartened her. With this awesome team behind her, how could she lose?

---

“I’m fine, Georges. You don’t need to worry about me.” Rose stuck her head further into her book.

“I’m just worried about you, Rose. Apparently, they’ve recruited you to mold you into their personal soldier, brainwashed to do whatever they want!” her friend said, scowling. 

“That’s not true!” Rose snapped back. It wasn’t like she wanted this. 

“Just leave her alone, Georges,” Vera said, rolling her eyes. “Stop being so pushy.”

“So, it doesn’t bug you that the government has a jack-booted thug trailing Rose wherever she goes?” Georges whispered, pointing to the black-suited man in the corner of their study hall.

“Mr. Brown? He’s cool,” Rose waved towards her bodyguard, who responded with a slight nod. While on duty, the granite-faced man seemed more like a stone carved statue. While alone, however, she found him friendly and easy to talk to. They shared similar interests and enjoyed bouncing ideas off him.

“It’s like Grandpa says, they’re always tracking us.” Georges took on a conspiratorial tone. “Did you hear about the secret chips they install in microwaves? Totally a way to spy on us.”

“How would that even work? Why would you even spy on someone from their kitchen?” Rose said, exasperated.

“I’m just saying,” Georges replied. “Trust me. Things are going to get bad soon. They’re already talking about a world government!”

That particular conversation had recently gained some major steam, trending on many social media sites. With people scared about the Altair, some proposed that a single world government would better pool humanity’s resources to fight them. Politicians were throwing their weight around to strengthen ties with their allies and once-rivals. While Rose didn’t give it much credence, it was an interesting thought experiment.

“It’s awfully convenient that the Altair showed up when our relationship with the Russians was at an all-time low. Grandpa says we’re way too friendly with the Russians now. It isn’t natural!” Georges continued.

“Georges, stop parroting whatever your grandfather says,” Rose said, annoyed. Since Georges’ parents died when he was three, he’d lived alone with his grandfather almost his entire life. While a nice enough man most of the time, he seemed somewhat unhinged sometimes. 

Georges opened his mouth to continue his rant, but Hans stopped him in his usual curt way. “Shut up, Georges. No one cares about your ridiculous theories.”

Thank you. Rose sighed in relief. For once, they were in total agreement. Georges grumbled to himself, chastened.

“Anyway, I’m surprised they’re still allowing you to go to school here,” Vera said, changing the topic. “You’d think they’d lock in some lab somewhere.”

“Eh, they want some stability in my life. They said the normality would keep my spirits up.” 

“Are they having you train?” Hans suddenly asked. “Piloting the Luyten V can’t be easy on your body.”

“Don’t remind me. They have me up three hours early every morning for physical training.” Rose’s muscles ached from being pushed far past their natural limits. Worse, they promised to amp up the difficulty. She really wanted to complain to her future self for putting her through this nonsense.

Much to Rose’s surprise, Hans’ expression softened. “Keep with it.”

“Huh?” Rose blinked, surprised by the sudden kindness. Before she could comment, Hans had disappeared. She only shook her head. The world was getting crazy lately. It seemed like anything could happen. For reasons that ashamed Rose somewhat, she wished they remained that way. Despite the ever-present dangers, it was exciting, 

“Hello, class,” Ms. Sagan said as they entered math class. They each took their seats, but their teacher didn’t start the class as expected. Instead, a girl Rose had never seen before entered their classroom. The first thing that struck her was the newcomer’s unusual size. Rose almost assumed the newcomer was a high schooler, the girl reaching almost her father’s height.

“Hello. My name is Cecilia Burbidge. It is nice to meet you,” the tall girl gave the class a bow.

“What’s with the formality?” Vera whispered to her. How the girl spoke was odd, stilled. The newcomer’s clothes were simple, baggy pants and a pink sweatshirt. It was an unusual contrast to the prim and proper way she spoke. She didn’t seem like someone from high society.

“I wonder if she was homeschooled,” Rose wondered. The newcomer seemed oddly wide-eyed as she entered the classroom, like she’d never seen one before. While everyone was whispering about how strange their newest classmate was, Rose’s heart warmed to the girl. The poor thing seemed lost as class began, having trouble concentrating with so many strangers around. Rose swore to lend Cecilia her notes later.

“Is this seat taken?” Rose said, sitting next to their newest classmate. The lunchroom bustled with activity, each student rushing to their usual click or friend group. Rose, however, chose a different option. 

“Oh, Brahe. Um, hi!” Cecilia said awkwardly. “Sure, why not!”

“Good. Are you adjusting well to Dee Middle?” Rose asked, biting into her garlic bread. While the lasagna wasn’t anything special, garlic bread was impossible to mess up.

“Perfectly,” the other girl replied. “Shouldn’t you join your other friends?” The other girl pointed to her pair of friends waving her over. But Rose only dismissed them with a shake of her head.

“Nonsense. I’m more interested in you. You’re attending a new school. It can’t be easy. Were you homeschooled before this?”

“Yes, you could say that, Brahe.”

But Rose only laughed. “No need to be formal. We’re all friends here.”

“Friends, but we’ve just met?” The other girl looked down, blushing. Had this girl never had friends before? From her stilted position, Rose supposed Cecilia didn’t hang out often with others her age. 

“Nonsense. We’ve talked, so we’re friends now.”

“I’ve read it takes years to develop a deep connection to someone. Yet, you’ve only known me for seconds before calling me a friend?”

“Like I said, don’t worry about it.”

The girl looked down, fidgeting somewhat. “Thanks. Everyone’s been staring at me. They think I’m some oddball.”

“They’re just not used to you. Give it a few weeks. You’ll just be another part of the furniture.”

Cecilia stared at her hands before replying. “You’re not what I expected. You’re upbeat, considering the scary stuff that’s happened to you.”

“That?” Rose snorted. “I’m not worried about the Altair. Luyten V and I are becoming a great team. We’ll smash them like the others.”

This comment made Cecilia go quiet, her face going pale. She started quaking.

“Is something the matter?”

“Aren’t you worried that you’re in over your head?”

Rose saw the worry and sensitivity in the other girl’s eyes. “Look, I’m just trying to make sure everyone’s safe. With the Altair threat hanging over us like a noose, people need to know I’m standing firm, that I’m invincible.” 

This comment made Cecilia speechless. She stared down at her hands, troubled. Rose wanted to reassure the girl everything was okay, but Vera had lost patience and butted onto their table. Vera introduced herself and asked hundreds of probing questions that Cecilia had trouble answering. After the rather grim nature of their conversation, it was a comedic and welcome relief.

“And who dressed you?” Vera said, picking at the shoulder of Cecilia’s plain sweatshirt. As usual, the girl liked to speak her mind and forgot about tact. “They have no fashion sense.”

“Really?” Cecilia looked down at her outfit. “I suppose so. The doctor thinks that function takes precedence over appearance.”

“Doctor?” Vera asked, perking up with interest.

“I don’t really have parents, so Doctor Burbidge raised me,” Cecilia replied. It explained the girl’s remarkable intelligence. While socially awkward, she’d answered every question the teachers had asked her with perfect accuracy. 

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Though it must be nice not having parents muck everything about. While she loved her parents, Rose had to admit they were often difficult. In their rush to attend to her other siblings, she’d regularly get missed in the rush. 

Vera clicked her tongue. “Yes, this won’t do. After school, we’re having an emergency shopping session.”

“Fine,” Rose said, rolling her eyes. While she enjoyed shopping, she didn’t share her friend’s passion for fashion. “Then we can watch Stella afterward.”

It was her friend’s turn to roll her eyes. “Must we?”

“Stella?” Cecilia asked.

“She’s an indie vTuber.” When the new girl responded with a blank stare, Rose clarified. “Basically a streaming celebrity, but with more anime.”

“Oh, it’s an internet thing,” Cecilia replied. “I’ve never really used the internet growing up. I was more interested in reading and drawing.”

“What?” Both Vera and Rose stared at the girl like she’d grown a second head. Did Cecilia live in a cave before today?

“Then you must watch Stella’s stream with me,” Rose said, declaring this like it was a holy decree. “She’s doing karaoke tonight.”

“Oh.” Cecilia showed little enthusiasm to this pronouncement. She sighed as her new friends rambled at her excitedly, ignoring her meek protestations.

---

Ever consuming nothing pressed against them as they traveled through the void. Nothing existed here, not even time. Even to the implacable Altair, the void was oppressive and lonely. To less single-minded and focused beings, they would’ve long broken their sanity. But to the Altair, it only heightened their appetite when they arrived at something. There, they’d gorge themselves on reality. This newest universe seemed the most appetizing, full of life and vigor. They’d feed well. All they needed to do was wait for the scout’s report. 

The odd, unknown scout had led them to a world brimming with intelligent, industrial beings. While their technology seemed primitive and non-threatening, the Altair wanted all their children to enjoy the fest. It won’t throw away its numbers for only minimal gain. So it’d sent the scout to soften up their defenses, filling the planet with despair, as they failed to fight even a single of their number. 

In the void, the Altair slept, conserving their energy for the feast. Only the Grand Intelligence stayed awake, planning and scheming until the Altair scout returned with news of its success.

“Impossible!” A jolt slashed through the Grand Intelligence’s mind as its child died, consumed by fire. It wailed in pain and grief over the loss of its child. It’d bravely thrown itself into an unknown world to gauge its strength. Rage filled the Grand Intelligence, lashing out in fury at the outrage. How did these tiny beings kill such a formidable foe as the scout? 

As the Grand Intelligence’s outrage subsided, icy, frigid logic replaced it. Clearly, this planet has sharper teeth than it’d first suspected. They would need to handle this Earth with delicate care to avoid senseless Altair loss. It read the flashes of insight the brave scout had sent through the void before its death. While fragmentary, the images of the Red Demon were clear to the Grand Intelligence. 

The countenance of this terrible foe was quite fearsome, its power mighty. But its readings were odd, of an almost familiar color. The demon didn’t belong, somehow alien to this reality. 

Grand Intelligence projected a command to one of the mightiest of its three generals. And Okab the Terminator answered the call. Green floated before the Grand Intelligence, subordinate to its wishes. It nodded its understanding, compiling in perfect obedience. This child won’t fail. It’d destroy this new enemy through cunning instead of brute force.

The Altair shifted in the void, waking from their slumber. They hungered after their lost voyage, eager to hunt. The Grand Intelligence coxed them, working them up into a frenzy. Once Okab’s mission was complete, they’d feed.