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DMontag

DMontag

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A lover of the written word, and author of Shadowtusk: Predators and Prey.

2020-01-14 JointUnited States
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  • DMontag
    DMontag3 years ago
    Répondu à Cringe_Fest_1

    I apologize for the inconvenience. I will see what I can do to make it easier to read through. Thank you for the feedback!

  • DMontag
    DMontag3 years ago
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    Thank you for sharing this story, I think it's incredable. Your word choice and sentance structure creates quite an incredable atmosphere that pulls you in to the story and grips you tightly! I have not had a chance to read more than a few chapters, but I am definately enjoying the story so far and look forward to how it progresses.

  • DMontag
    DMontag3 years ago
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    A charming story with engaging characters. There are a few sections where the sentances are a little choppy, but it's otherwise engaging and fairly easy to understand. Definately a good short story for a refreshing binge read.

Rise of the Sylvain King "Oberon"

Thousands of years ago, amidst the chaos of the great collapse, the royal family of Sylvain fell. Now the once proud nation is little more than a fragmented remnant of its former glory ruled by a council of high families wearing gilded smiles masking cruel and malevolent natures roiling beneath the surface. In the shadows, a cult conspires, pitting the high families against each other and reveling in the collateral damage. If this weren't bad enough, tension is high as revolution stirs in the neighboring kingdoms. And yet, hope is not lost. Faith begins to rekindle as the woods begin to whisper. The slumbering Sylvain Forest is now awake. Candidates vie for the Bramble Throne hidden deep within its depths. Some seek glory, wealth, or fame. Others seek power. Most only find death. And then, there was Zephyr. Nothing but the taboo outcast, Zephyr exists on the streets, skulking in the shadows of alleys and gutters to avoid the harsh words, stoney glares, and other methods of abuse hurled his way. The throne and all of the attention that came with it held no appeal. No, what was a fancy seat or a shiny head band to someone despised by all? Zephyr longed more for freedom and love. Despite his best efforts, the cursed urchin finds himself at the heart of the compitition as fate throws him in the path of an ambitious young woman. Now, Zephyr must reach the finish line, or face a fate far worse than death.

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Blood Moons & Blue Roses

    "Do you take me for a fool Alpha Winters?" Alpha Lou snarled, eyes flashing amber in her anger. "Do you think I'm weak? I'd be too happy to prove you wrong."     The indomitable she-wolf loomed over the neatly groomed gentlemen across the table from her. In a room of pack leaders, she was the only female. Naturally she was forced to work twice as hard for half the acknowledgement, but that wasn't new. Wether or not the fossils before her acknowledged her or not, she knew she was a badass. How many wolves could successfully take over a pack at the tender age of sixteen? For that matter, how many wolves could literally pull their pack out of the gutter and not only take them out of the red, but raise them to be the strongest in the region in a little over three years?     "I'll remind you, young lady," Alpha Winters, better known as 'Icy Abram,' growled, "We are conducting negotiations to end a conflict that has existed between our packs for generations. Threatening me is hardly conducive to that goal."     "What you are asking for is unreasonable," Lou snapped. "I would sooner die than take one of your sons as my mate, let alone allowing to them to take over my pack! IF I take a mate, he will fill the role of luna."     "That is the condition, young lady," Abram replied cooly. "You may feel free to refuse, but if you do I assure you we will continue to press the boundaries of your dwindling territory."     "How dare you-"     Lou was cut off as the door to the meeting room opened unexpectedly. All eyes turned to the new comer, a young man more brilliant and dainty than any other male Lou had ever seen before in her life. His frame was so slim and his movements so elegant, he reminded her of a princess from a fairtale, though he was wearing a suit.      "Forgive my interruption, alphas," He bowed his head and took a submissive posture as he extended an envelope. "Alpha Winters, the luna requested I deliver this."      An idea took hold in Lou's mind as she stared at that delightfully submissive and delicate male. The icy blue eyes and platinum hair was unmistakeable, as was his scent of pine and peppermint, this was a son of Alpha Abram Winters, one that he'd conveniently neglected to introduce her to upon her arrival.      "It couldn't wait?" Abram hissed, eyes flitting nervously to Lou.      "Him," Lou, announced with a smirk. "I choose him."

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