Ball of Nothing
I started off as nothing, just a mass of consciousness that slowly evolved. Just your average overpowered existence hungry for a multiverse adventure. Demons? They are my friends. Monsters? They are delicacies. Heroes? Not even equal to the dirt on my boots. Royalty? Money Machi- Ahem, a pleasure doing business. Immortals and Gods? Share with me the latest gossips! With power comes responsibility, but I'm just a ball... or am I just a ball? Watch as I regain my memories and beat up my past self. Note: No common sense in the story. Highly controversial. This is a contracted work, expect to unlock chapters. Season 1's standards differ greatly. Drama seekers, toxic bitches and overly-sensitive folks who cannot chillax not welcomed. Author also has indemnity to typo, grammar mistakes and English bugs throughout the story. You have been warned. Proceed with caution and enjoy. *** Note: Please check out new contracted work Monarch of Solitude if you liked the author's work. Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/destinyaitsuji Discord: https://discord.gg/UrtDMXn
Confused Zenobia
The delegates from Half Moon Village arrived in a fashion that no dwarf was expecting. The group was small but everyone knew at once that they shouldn't be messed with. The one leading the party was no other than Zenobia and she was accompanied by Schaf and Amaraline.
The chieftess rode a horse that Mitchnew secured for her and the beast was majestic. The steed was dark as night and had red eyes, indicating that it was a regent horse and not an ordinary mount. Regent horses were born to fight and were considered untameable to become mounts. They were even harder to handle than wild horses and nobody has ever heard of regent horse mounts. This horse snorted at the dwarven guards and racked its heavy hoof on the ground as if preparing for a charge at the gates.