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Adventure Academy

Explore the realmsverse, battle monsters of myth and legend, die trying... and then come back to life stronger with the advantage of hindsight! Rinse and repeat. Death holds no power over Will Wisdom, a boy who’d once been sacrificed to the altar of the gods of death only to reincarnate moments later. Will’s a teenager stuck with Extra-Life, a curse that lets him relive the same day of every death with all the gruesome details of his latest demise intact to help him survive in his next run of whatever realm, dungeon, or adventuring class he’s decided to challenge next. Returning to life after each harrowing encounter is a useful hack for a teenager enrolled in the legendary Academy, a school that teaches young adventurers to become the kind of heroes who chase after the big monster bounties and uncover the great mysteries of the Realmsverse. Mysteries such as finding the cult of evil ljósálfar who’d cursed Will with Extra-Life in the first place, and then exacting his revenge on these bright elf bastards! The Academy is the perfect place for Will to achieve his hopes and dreams too. Assuming he does well in Swords and Sorcery, Apprentice Alchemy, Dungeon Excursions, P.E., and a whole host of crazy training courses in his novice schedule. Will may need a little help with that. Welcome to the Academy, Will Wisdom—hope you live to see graduation day! *** Aside from daily chapter releases, I will release extra chapters every Sunday depending on power stones earned during the same week. 200 stones = 1 additional chapter! *** Temporary cover created with PixAI

GD_Cruz · Fantasy
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A Kiss from a Rose, Part 2

To say that I was free of Fenrisúlfr's spirit may have been an overstatement. 

Sure, my body had lost the swole werewolf look it had just a second ago, but it didn't mean the demon wolf was vanquished. 

The glowing white tendrils of Fenrisúlfr's spirit flapped around us, trapping me and Liara in a kind of flimsy birdcage that followed us as we plunged closer and closer toward those sharp-looking treetops. Strangely, these glowing white tendrils kept us prisoner but made no move to reclaim me. Nor did they seek to steal Liara away from my embrace. Not by choice, but it seemed something held Fenrisúlfr's spirit at bay—and in my head, I had this extremely cheesy thought. 

It was all down to love. 

The old, semi-retired adventurers Divah and I hung out with whenever we visited New York had this strange claim about love that I can't believe I could recall with crystal-clear clarity despite our dire circumstances.