primal rage cave scene

Disasters descended one after another, like updates in a game: Rampant virus (Completed), Magnetic storms (Completed), Extreme cold catastrophe (Completed), Torrential floods (Completed), Scorching heat waves (In progress).

Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist? Follow the epic journey of Aiden, the last primal, a unique and ancient race as he finds his place in a strange, new world, filled with threats and violence. ----- UPDATE: A supportive reader has created a Discord Server. Here's the link if you would like to reach out to me and/or join the community: http://discord.link/Shaele ----- If you would like to support me and leave me a personalized message, you can buy me a 'coffee' at Ko-Fi: https://ko-fi.com/shaele ----- This story (and the world itself) is something I started writing and creating 15 years ago, while I was telling stories with my friends in our regular D&D sessions. The world is a hand-crafted fantasy world, filled with history and lore that we created over the course of years. While I may be new to the writing scene, I will do my very best to bring you an enjoyable experience. Hope you enjoy the journey just as much as I enjoyed creating it.

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"Ne l'appelle pas une salope, connard," siffla Sierra. "Qu'est-ce que ça peut te faire ?" demanda le type crasseux. "Je ne sais pas, Stimpy, peut-être parce que tu harcèles ma femme et qu'elle vient juste d'arriver." "Oh, merde, Orion. Désolé, mec. Je ne savais pas qu'elle était avec toi." Orion : En tant qu'héritier présomptif de l'écusson de Président du MC Primal Howlers, une rencontre fortuite avec une belle femme m'entraîne dans une guerre inattendue qui pourrait faire tomber tout le club. Mais quand elle me fuit, je la poursuivrai jusqu'au bout de la terre pour la retrouver et la ramener. Qu'elle le veuille ou non. Raquel : J'ai déménagé à Monument, Colorado pour écrire ma thèse et prendre un peu de distance avec ma famille envahissante. Ce que je n'avais pas prévu, c'était de me retrouver accrochée à un motard qui semble n'avoir rien à perdre. Moi, en revanche, j'ai tout à perdre et je crains qu'Orion ne soit ma perte.

"Não a chame de vadia, seu babaca", Sierra sibilou. "O que você tem a ver com isso?", o nojento seboso exigiu. "Ah, sei lá, Stimpy, talvez porque você está assediando a minha mulher e ela acabou de chegar." "Ah, merda, Orion. Foi mal, cara. Não sabia que ela estava com você." Orion: Como o herdeiro direto do distintivo de Presidente do Primal Howlers MC, um encontro casual com uma mulher linda me joga em uma guerra que eu não esperava e que poderia derrubar o clube inteiro. Mas quando ela foge de mim, eu a perseguirei até o fim do mundo para encontrá-la e trazê-la de volta. Quer ela goste, quer não. Raquel: Eu me mudei para Monument, Colorado, para escrever minha tese e conseguir uma distância muito necessária da minha família sufocante. O que eu não esperava era me ver obcecada por um biker que parece não ter nada a perder. Eu, no entanto, tenho tudo a perder e temo que Orion possa ser a minha ruína.

"Jangan sebut dia jalang, brengsek," Sierra mendesis. "Apa urusannya denganmu?" si cabul berminyak menuntut. "Oh, entahlah, Stimpy, mungkin karena kau melecehkan wanitaku dan dia baru saja tiba." "Oh, sial, Orion. Maaf, sobat. Tidak sadar dia bersamamu." Orion: Sebagai pewaris sah untuk posisi Presiden Primal Howlers' MC, pertemuan tak terduga dengan seorang wanita cantik menarikku ke dalam perang yang tidak kuduga yang bisa menghancurkan seluruh klub. Tapi ketika dia lari dariku, aku akan mengejarnya hingga ke ujung bumi untuk menemukannya dan membawanya kembali. Suka atau tidak. Raquel: Aku pindah ke Monument, Colorado untuk menulis tesisku dan mendapatkan jarak yang sangat dibutuhkan dari keluargaku yang terlalu mengatur. Yang tidak kuharapkan adalah diriku yang tergila-gila pada seorang pengendara motor yang tampaknya tidak punya apa-apa untuk dipertaruhkan. Namun, aku memiliki segalanya untuk dipertaruhkan dan aku khawatir Orion mungkin akan menjadi kehancuranku.

"No la llames perra, imbécil", siseó Sierra. "¿Qué tiene que ver contigo?", exigió el asqueroso desgraciado. "Oh, no sé, Stimpy, tal vez porque estás acosando a mi mujer y acaba de llegar". "Oh, mierda, Orion. Lo siento, hombre. No me di cuenta de que estaba contigo". Orion: Como heredero del parche de Presidente de los Primal Howlers MC, un encuentro casual con una hermosa mujer me arrastra a una guerra que no esperaba y que podría hundir a todo el club. Pero cuando huye de mí, la perseguiré hasta el fin del mundo para encontrarla y traerla de vuelta. Le guste o no. Raquel: Me mudé a Monument, Colorado, para escribir mi tesis y tomar la tan necesaria distancia de mi familia sobreprotectora. Lo que no esperaba era encontrarme enganchada a un motero que parece no tener nada que perder. Yo, sin embargo, tengo todo que perder y me preocupa que Orion pueda ser mi perdición.

Solomon’s life is simple. Find food. Avoid dying. Sneak onto ships. Repeat. A homeless orphan forced to flee his homeland after a brutal war, he has no relatives and even less money. His greatest talents are surviving (Barely), staying unnoticed (Easy when he’s anorexic), and finding salvageable meals out of dumpsters. So naturally, fate decides to throw him a bone. After a bizarre encounter drops him into the orbit of a prominent noble family, Solomon finds himself dragged into a world of power, danger, and people with entirely too many opinions about etiquette and honor. Suddenly, he has an earned brother who knows far too much for the average child, and a barrack full of obnoxious ten year olds. As they grow older, Solomon learns that his brother has many more secrets than he could have anticipated. Like the fact he used to be an immortal engine of destruction, and now, Solomon has to take up his mantle and protect the realm from five other undying beings. All while on the run from one of the most powerful swordsmen who’s ever lived. Which, honestly, feels like a lot of pressure for a boy who used to live in barrels. ———————--------- Character artwork is available on Discord! Come check it out! https://discord.gg/q68P5JPnNz {What to Expect: - I want to make this my most ambitious project yet. I hope the characters come across not only as well-thought-out, but also realistic and likable despite their faults. - All Smut chapters will end with a *. I've gotten some flak for not including enough... *ahem* “lemonade” in my works, so I'll work to find a healthier balance this time around while not cheapening the story. - There are two female leads. No, we're not expanding past those two. Poly. -Milf lovers rejoice. This one goes out to you. -Oh, and also, no NTR or nothin like that. All the homies hate NTR.

The fabled potion of Rage is protected by elves in order to prevent the destruction of the world as it is known. After safeguarding the potion for 1300 years, a single human from another world fell from un-survivable heights and manages to land in the building in which it is held. Lake, a human of all things, has come into contact with this potion and brought dread to the denizens of this world known as Eyse. Anger and rage are said to bring forth the devastating power of the potion. Lake feels he can control these feelings with ease but, a previously unknown factor of the potion comes into play. A multitude of emotions have different but, equally fearsome results. The new immortal, Lake, must choose to hide any and all feelings or let them flow out at the cost of overwhelming and uncontrollable destructive power.

in a universe where strength is everything and mysterious forces work in shadow alongside gods it may be of no surprise to learn that there's an entire race meant for great power, that race is called the primals, each possessing a power, an essence, derived from their mother, nature. each one is strong and gifted, able to control entire regions, but only one will stand out from the rest, Syn. this lone primal conquers anything in his path as he journeys through his very long life, starting as nothing but a simple and humble created creature before traversing the large depths of power that god hood brings. growing at an incredible rate, will his astounding growth attract too much attention or is his growth the only thing keeping him alive in this cutthroat world? the only answer to that question is found in his survival. follow him on his travels, through pain and suffering, through good moments, through all the mysteries of the world he encounters. what waits our unusually destructive primal in this world? and most importantly.............will he ever stop being so god damn violent?