tumbas vacias

un par de chicos van a múltiples ruinas por el mundo

Eclair and his Angel Anki go on a journey to clear his name. Was him getting framed just a coincidence? Or were there other factors at play? Devils, Angels, Hell, Heaven, Belief, and non-Belief

once a peaceful child fallen under misfortune so great his life change so drastic he became a new kind of person that followed strength and his desire for revenge on person who caused this to him and for it he will go to the height breaking chains of world if he have too,

In the wild world of Tumbel, former outlaw now rancher Liam "The Devil Child" Antrim now lives a normal life until a murder appears in his town of Darkwater. Now he joins a detective and his old friends to find the killer so, he can finally have redemption from his past.

Autumn Cleveland who has to change schools for personal reasons ons]ed she doesn’t wish to share. She then meets Connor Harborne the school boy who does no more than wigs lessons so he doesn’t have to attend them, until he sees autumn and takes her under his wing. He invites her to have lunch with him and introduces her to Harry, ash and James three of his friends. She feels a little uncomfortable around them. She has been appointed to a school psychiatrist named Mathew Harding who is doing his degree in psychology he is almost twenty two and finishing his final two years of his degree. He is there to help 8her through her darkness but he has a hidden agenda; Autumn meets the last of the four friends a week later Daniel Harrison who is in their year but older, he had been held back a year due to family issues. Now he is back it is not only Connor that is in the running for Autumn’s affection. This is the year 2024 so bear in mind anything is possible like 16 year olds driving around in cars, drinking, smoking, having sex and taking drugs. This contains drug content So be warned!

*The Heir’s Vow* Kael had perfect scores in every subject and no reason to care about any of them. School was easy. Life was boring. Until the day his mother died, and her last words became chains around his wrists: _“Find your people, Kael. Before it’s too late.”_ She didn’t tell him who “his people” were. She didn’t tell him where to look. She just died, leaving him with a name he never understood and a mission he never asked for. Kael can’t do it alone. No one survives what’s coming alone. So he takes the only two people he trusts: Benita, the girl who learned healing to save lives but fights like a warrior when those lives are threatened, and Zeph, the best friend who laughs at death and carries an axe bigger than his problems. Three friends. One vow. No way back. Their journey starts in the dungeon. It was supposed to be a test. A way to prove Kael was strong enough to leave their village. But the moment Kael stepped past the entrance, the stone itself reacted. A blue arrow burned to life on his chest, hot as a brand. It pulsed once, twice, like a second heart trying to break out of his ribs. The dungeon knew his name. Skeletons rose from the dark, but they didn’t attack like mindless bone. They turned toward Kael’s chest like moths to a flame. When Kael punched, they didn’t break - they unraveled. Turned to ash. The blue light ate them, and with each death, whispers grew louder in his head. Not words. Hunger. The same hunger that had lived in the dungeon for centuries. Then came the goblins. Not wild shrieking beasts, but soldiers. Armored. Organized. Led by a chief three meters tall with a crown of human finger bones. The chief took one look at Kael and spoke a name that made the cave shake: `Pactum’s Heir`. Kael didn’t know what it meant. But the dungeon did. And the dungeon wanted him dead. Now Kael, Benita, and Zeph are going deeper. The air grows colder with each step. Blood seeps from the stone. Eyes watch them from the cracks. And someone - something - is sending summon birds to spy on them. The blue mark on Kael’s chest grows with every fight. Roots spread from his collarbone to his stomach. With it come visions: a city of crystal towers, a war in the sky, a vow broken centuries ago. A voice deeper than the dungeon itself keeps repeating the same words: `“The first seal is broken, Heir. Three more remain.”` To fulfill his mother’s last wish, Kael must survive the dungeon. He must break the remaining seals. He must prove himself worthy of Pactum. But “worthy” has a price. Each seal takes more of his humanity. Each answer spawns two more questions. And the deeper they go, the clearer it becomes: the dungeon isn’t testing him. It’s remembering him. Can a boy who only ever wanted to understand his mother’s death become the hero his blood demands? Or will the weight of a 300-year-old vow crush him before he ever finds his people? *He didn’t ask for the mark. He didn’t ask for the name. But Kael will finish what Pactum started.* *Enter the dungeon. Learn his name. Break the vow.*

konon, menurut warga setempat siapapun yang masuk ke dalam rumah itu tidak akan ada yang bisa selamat. Rumah itu selalu meregang nyawa siapapun yang masuk ke dalamnya. Sang pemilik mematok harga sewa yang sangat murah, siapapun pasti akan tergiur. Bagaimana tidak, rumah bak istana itu harga nya sangat terjangkau. Kali ini dari keluarga Mardani yang menyewa rumah tersebut. Tempatnya berada di desa Setu bodas. Mardani pindah kerumah tersebut, karena di pindah tugaskan ke desa Setu bodas. Mardani membawa istri nya yang bernama asih, serta kedua anaknya yang bernama Cahya dan mentari. Akankah keluarga Mardani bisa selamat? Ataukah meregang nyawa juga seperti penghuni-penghuni sebelum nya? Dan misteri apa yang tersimpan di dalam rumah itu.

***Published in Amazon (paperback/ebook*** "Silence your tongue Aurora." He promptly commanded before he cupped her chin and pressed his palatable lips into her mouth. It was a whirlwind of chaos. Her mouth was covered entirely with his own. He savagely torpedoed his tongue and flicked and sparred it with hers until she moaned in protest. She pushed his chest forcefully back, but he only seized her hands and pinned them on the door. She moaned again, this time feeling breathless. He didn't give her any respite even with this however. He used his power to control the air and ordered it to fill her lungs with enough oxygen so that she wouldn't faint of asphyxiation. And the wind did so accordingly, ultimately giving him the much needed time to claim her mouth more leisurely. He had never tasted this kind of sweet nectar before. The longing about it... the yearning for more... the feeling of exploding was so tangible against her skin. Ahhh... yes. Yes. So this is what humans call, desire.... ~ S ~ Follow an exorcist priest assigned by Sancta Sedes to exorcise demons from every continent. He must obey the Holy Pope whatever the cost is due to a dark secret only him and a few bishops know about. And this time, the Holy Pope instructs him to go in the City of Soren to investigate a recent, of the many, demoniacal attacks in an orphanage house of St. Therese. Once there, he quickly discovered the reason why, but never had he expected it to come from an unlikely source: a woman, who had broke down his walls in more ways than one. "There's a new badass in town, and it's an exorcist priest." Genre: Supernatural Romance, Mystery Status: Complete All Rights Reserved 2020 JMFelic Books

Tudo foi mentira... Todos eram atores... Acreditei ser coisa de minha cabeça, mas... Fatos não mentem! Aquelas coisas me observavam e apenas vivo enojado!

The Grand Crusade initiated by Holy Pope Urban II has failed. The armies of the Cross has failed to retake the Holy City and was hunted by the heathens. Those who had some kind of choice defected, surrendered or simply took their life to save themselves from serving those they considered malevolent. Lord Wren and his band of wolves were one such party, defeated and battered, they joined the heathens, not for gold but for survival. They hated their fate for it and yet, by the end of the war, they were more than friends. They had bonded by blood. Unfortunately, that union did not last for long and Lord Wren was killed under mysterious circumstances. Now, with the loss of Lord Wren and sensing the weakness within his house, Duke Hendrickson has started a campaign against House Marchosias, his intention to either decimate or subjugate. Young Wulfric, young and juvenile, must now rise up and meet the Duke in battle to save his title and family from annihilation. Heavily outnumbered, victory seems nigh impossible but Wulfric will fight on. If not for himself, then for his family. But unbeknownst to him, dark undercurrents sweep in the shadows, it's intention unknown and repercussion unfathomable. Will the Young Wolf triumph against the insurmountable obstacle or will he be swept up by currents far stronger than him. Only time and fate will tell. ----------------------------------------------------------- Cover Pic: The Rhombus Knight by Dominic Mayer. (url:https://www.artstation.com/artwork/WKr3N3)