environmentalism philosophy

Summoning. One of the rarest type of magician exist in the world. Who would able to underestimate summoning and ordering a mighty pheonix, or summoning an invincible dragon? Of course, none. To master the path of summoning, only those born with an innate talent and strive to learn the path of summoning magic might be capable of achieving and master the powerful magic. But not for Lyan Arcanium Evocatore. After succeeding defeating his lifetime quest of saving the human world by offering his life, the great incubus's wish of living freely got granted and he wakes up at a parallel world with 8 powerful spirits contracted with him and a summoning grimoire. [The gods have granted you the Grimoire of Summoning: Creatures of Love] [You're capable of obtaining the summonable monsters by having affectionate intercourse with your romantic interests] [The Grimoire is chosen in consideration of the host's former occupation as an incubus] "Intercourse!?" But not only the grimoire, The other problem is... -You are? -Whoa... What with this weakling? -It seems that you're my master, nice to meet you -So you're the forementioned servant, huh!? -B-Big bro! Y-You're the summoner! -........ -Boy, you look delicious -Um... Where exactly are we? "How should I know!? And why the hell should I sleep with women in order to get my summonable monsters!?!?" Follow the summoner Lyan as he collect monsters, get dragged into different kinds of war, became the greatest feudal lord, battling the goblin king, facing the dragon tribe, and opposing the evil god followers! One of the King of Kings Series ______________________________________ Join the discord server for discussions, announcements, and characters illustrations ---> https://discord.gg/v872fq3s5h

Seventeen-year-old Grayson has endured a harrowing childhood, leaving him with a dark and twisted philosophy. Driven by this painful doctrine, he imposes his skewed beliefs on everyone and everything around him. His malevolent actions draw the attention of an ancient evil, an entity wrapped in darkness and legend. This being sees in Grayson the potential to carry on its legacy. As the ancient evil begins to mold Grayson for a future drenched in darkness, he finds himself drawn deeper into a web of manipulation and control. Questioning whether he has the strength to defy the fate that has been thrust upon him. Theós, an ancient deity whose origins are lost to time, rules with an iron grip, instilling fear and absolute control over those who dare challenge him. "If it is not within Theós' plan, it cannot be done!" Will Grayson succumb to the darkness consuming him, bow to the unyielding rule of Theós, or will he find the courage to carve out his own destiny? The battle for his soul has begun, and the outcome will not only determine his future, but the fate of all those around him. I will be posting this story on RoyalRoad.com

Is obsession a disease, or the sincerest form of love? It’s a difficult question, especially when love has always been sold as the ultimate sacrifice. Clear/Ryne has her answer. The world sees her as a victim. History sees her as the perfect girlfriend. The truth sees her as a killer. Ryne Moore has a unique philosophy of love: born from the purity of an object corrupted for her pleasure. She wants to be loved the same way she loves her sweater — stained until it becomes truly hers. A love story between a yandere and a cheater. Both maintaining their masks of perfection while the air smells of burnt flesh. Ryne Moore: Yandere as a Philosophy of Love. A story of obsessive romance, infidelity, and mystery.

Everett Vale is a janitor… with a PhD. Not a doctor. Not a nurse. Not anyone you'd notice—unless your floor's on fire, your toilet's rebelling, or your soul’s quietly unraveling at 2 a.m. in the hallway. Told through the eyes of Noah, a nursing assistant just trying to make sense of the chaos, this story blends hospital absurdity with unexpected wisdom. Between scent-obsessed coworkers, haunting memories, and mop buckets full of metaphor, Dr. Janitor: PhD in Mop Philosophy explores what it really means to heal—not just bodies, but the quiet spaces people never talk about. It’s a story about messes. About grief, hope, and finding family in unlikely places. About saints in scrubs and unsung heroes with calloused hands and tired eyes. It’s about learning that sometimes the person cleaning up the mess understands the brokenness better than the one trying to fix it. If you’ve ever felt overlooked, if you’ve ever laughed in the middle of heartbreak, or if you’ve ever believed that the quietest voice in the room might just be the one that matters most—this book is for you.

Reflecting on the essence of things, rising questions awakening of the mind.

A young boy accidentally got into some trouble with a mob boss and in his efforts to stay alive he has to work off his debt of 500k. Little did the young boy know, his situation with the mob was just the beginning.

Carnivorous Humans, basically vampires and similar creatures, have existed for about as long as humans have. However the two have never gotten along. About 50 years ago society changed however with the discovery of artificial substitutes for human biomass. This strange substances made it possible for such beings to get along with humans with little issue. Its been about a generation since this occurrence and the recently fully grown Iris, one of these Carnivorous Humans, finds herself being whisked away to what can only be described as the past each night only to return the next day. Will she ever figure out why or just end up burning out? (To help sort out the story's plot and fix standing grammar and word structure issues the story is paused until November 5th. I find myself not really agreeing with whatever I write and rather not worsen the story by throwing junk into it)

Agi Rosenzweig is a young man in his early twenties hailing from the country of great Britain. While on the final stretch of a roadtrip on foot venture in the middle of the Chinese country side, he is suddenly asked questions about a certain acclimatization that is apparently about to take place. Not fully aware of what exactly he was getting into, he selected options that he might come to regret later. Join Agi on his journey through this strange change of lifestyle which will bring about many curious surpises. This is my first Book, I have no idea how it is going to go, don't expect a lot of updates at least at the start, After all I have studies. Speaking of which they will be regularly implemented throughout the book so if you enjoy philosophy you might also want to stick around This story will also be posted on my patreon page /Eltyox, and also on royal road Title may change This story will also be posted on Royal road with the link : https://www.royalroad.com/profile/806938/fictions

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kai,is a reclusive archivist tending to his family’s weathered estate, stumbles upon a locked journal buried in his great-great-grandfather’s abandoned house—a clockmaker who vanished in 1897, leaving only a rusted pocket watch frozen at 3:17 AM. The pages brim with the same questions that have haunted kai since childhood: What is life? What is death? What is God? As kai repairs the watch, its hands jolt to life, syncing not with the present, but with the journal’s entries. Each chime unspools a memory: his ancestor kneeling at a dying stranger’s bedside, debating mortality; staring at a storm-battered church steeple, questioning faith; carving gears into wood as if trying to “catch” time itself. kai begins mirroring the clockmaker’s quest—visiting the same graveyard, tracing the same coastal cliffs—only to find his own answers don’t lie in grand epiphanies. Instead, they bloom in small, unscripted moments: the warmth of a stranger’s smile, the creak of the estate’s clock tower aligning with his heartbeat, the way the watch’s hands skip a second when he holds it to his chest. By the end, kai realizes the questions themselves are the thread linking generations. The watch never reveals a single truth—but it teaches him that life’s mysteries aren’t meant to be solved. They’re meant to be carried, one tick at a time, as time itself unfolds the answers.