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The Deceitful One

With the advent of steam power, mankind has advanced and ushered in the industrial revolution. This is the age of steam locomotives, automatons, guns, and cannons, as well as curses, magic, artifacts, and the occult. Hidden in the shadows are a group of extraordinary people who wield enormous power and strange abilities that normal people cannot even begin to comprehend. They are known as Transcendents! Bryan, a wily thief with a penchant for mischief, lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to live on the streets. That is until his whole life turned around when he was shown the Path to becoming a Transcendent. The Theft Path specializes in deceit and illusions. It can steal everything under the heavens. Even the powers, thoughts, and lives of others. Follow Bryan on his journey through this dangerous and treacherous world as he steals from gods and robs the mortals. This is the story of The Deceitful One. *** My novel has a steampunk world setting, so expect a lot of steam-powered technology as well as retro-looking futuristic inventions. Furthermore, there will be churches, secret organizations, and cults. So if you're a fan of LotM—which I have taken inspiration from btw—you will definitely like my novel. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a novel so you might find some mistakes here and there. Just know that I'm constantly trying to improve. Cheers! *** https://discord.gg/ZwFUa2zM

PandaDumpling · Fantaisie
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Ripple Effect

Loud wails filled with agony continuously rang out from within the house on the ranch. One would expect that after having screamed for such a long time, that the voice would turn hoarse.

But that was not the case. In fact, the screams rang out incessantly, each one more painful and high-pitched than the last. The fear-inducing screams would make anyone's skin crawl.

The main door to the house was left ajar. If one looked at the floorboard near the door, they would find nail marks across the floor, as if someone had been viciously dragged inside.

Initially, the nail marks had only chipped the wood on the surface of the floor. But soon, these nail marks were tinged with a hint of blood, and finally, the marks on the floor were dyed a dark shade of red. One could very well imagine the extreme unwillingness of the person that had been dragged.