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My Sword Intent Can be Improved Infinitely

Penulis: Raitei
Fantasy
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What is My Sword Intent Can be Improved Infinitely

Baca novel My Sword Intent Can be Improved Infinitely yang ditulis oleh penulis Raitei yang diterbitkan di WebNovel. ...

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the X family

Mica has been away from her sister - Octavia - for years after going to join the X-Family ( a large group of people known for their power and superiority) She never expected to see her sister soon. But what happens when her sister shows up one evening at her clan, demanding to be part of the X-Family? The X-family was no child's place as they were known to be dangerous and corrupt. They were enemies to the government who actually feared them. The X-Family was so large, they had to split and create different clans which were controlled by Masters. Mica belonged to the top most powerful clan - the Khalid clan - owned by the powerful and cruel Master Khalid. When Octavia suddenly shows up and insist on joining the Family, Mica kicked against it because she knew how dangerous it was. She tried to talk her sister out of it but it proved negative as Octavia was adamant on her decision on wanting to stay. Instantly, Mica knew something was wrong. She knew her sister had always been scared of the X-Family and her sudden decision of wanting to join only meant something was wrong. She knew she had a different reason for wanting to stay. Well, on the other hand, despite Octavia's determination to stay, she still had the Master to face. As a result of how powerful the Khalid clan was, everyone wanted to be a part of it. He had to put a limit to it and made up his mind not to receive new members. But what happens when the weird, determined Octavia shows up? She's made up her mind to convince the Master to accept her, no matter what. But the question is, would she succeed? Would the dark - hearted Master find her worthy and accept her? And what could be her reason for wanting to stay so badly? What were her fears? What was she so scared of? find out in this amazing piece

Taois · Fantasi
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The Apostle of Spirit (Halted)

[Mature content] There is strong language (swearing), criminal acts and mention/implication, violence and gore, along with mentions/retelling of and acts of abuse, and other possibly triggering events in the story. You have been warned. (This story was Previously called The Lost Spirit Summoner) _____________________________________________________________________ Arcin Rina Lynch seemed to be living a fairly good life, her boyfriend was about to take over his father's company, and she was working as a graphic designer (part-time) which was something she wanted to do since she was a kid, and had no major issue with her high-class family at the time either. That all changed when her boyfriend suddenly broke up with her for no reason what follows is a fight with her step-mother. She chooses to get away from it all to try and get her emotions in check. However, she's got little time for that as one thing leads to another and now Arcin is in the magic-filled world of Medeis due to the god-like being Animus, hurt and with no clue how to return home. Follow Arcin as she explores Medeis doing as Animus asks in the hope to find a way to return. But as time goes on and more questions than answers appear, what is the reason this all began? What is the reason that the corrupt beings are after her? Will everything be said and done when she returns to Terra or will more await her? In the end, will she really want to return to the world of Terra after it is all said and done and never return? ________________________________________________________________________ Unable to use his magic he was trapped and sure that he was about to die he had no way to fend of the beasts and humans that made their way towards him. He closed his eyes not wanting to see the moment before death claimed him. 'Damn it if only I could have-' his thoughts were cut off by the sudden human scream in front of him. He opened his eyes in surprise to see a dark cloaked figure with a familiar fox mask that had a unique tattoo on their wrist. A being he met sometime before this, cut down beast and human alike with her staff weapon. Blood flew and sprayed the ground from both the group in front of him and the being that stood in front of him... protecting him. The being made quick work of the group in front of them (which was a group of 7). "Ha if they think that making me unable to cast any form of magic would put me at a disadvantage they are wrong this is nothing compared to when bullets are flying in a fight. I only broke a light sweat." The being laughed in a pleased tone before turning around. He quickly closed his eyes he could hear the figure get closer to him. "'Sigh'... you idiot I told you that you should a least carry a dragger. You managed to get dragged into this and you almost died cause you rely too much on your magic." The being sighed before touching his cheek lightly. "Luckily it seems he's only unconscious as he's breathing. I almost didn't make it in time... I'm sorry." The being muttered before lightly kissing them on the cheek healing the light injury on his face.

Arsin_Vulpine · Fantasi
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THE LAST HEIRESS OF OBLONSKY, BEATRIX

The sound of guns... The darkness... The smoke... Then, oblivion. Everyday, I am haunted by my nightmares. Everytime the thunder roll and lightning strikes, I shivered. Looking outside my window, I am writing my daily journal and poetry today... To release all the pains and tensions from my past. And I wrote.. December 18, 1980 Myshkin, Russia My beloved, Have you ever ask yourself... What's your life purpose? If.. Are you doing the right thing? Are you on the verge of confusion, loneliness, unhappiness and being stagnant? Day dreaming into your own world? Too much questions filled in your heart and mind. Too much of everything that you don't want. Too much! To clear out my confusion and to have more clarity about myself, I dig deeper inside me. Reminiscing my childhood moments and cherish them. Facing the darkest and painful moments of my memories. Those memories of repeating horror, memories of loss, memories of death. Yes, I did face it all. I cried hard. After decades of those patterned memories... This is the first time that I realized.. How I treated myself so badly. And I really wanted to give back to myself. By appreciating my past. Appreciate yourself more... Love yourself more... And you will discover more... I have discovered each words, all feelings, expression, harmony just fits well to take steps in writing this poem for my past. ***A LETTER FOR MY PAST SELF*** My dearest self in the past... I have been visiting you lately in a vast... You are carefree, immature and FEARLESS, You go out more, loving the sun and grasses, Full of sweat and sun-kissed from above. Joyous days, feet touching stones and green Oh How glorious those days have been Flowing like water in every storms within And wind touches, caressing my skin Telling me, It's ok dear, everything has it's purpose". A path full of journey and a dead rose All those rise and fall, I am with you... All those tears and laughter, I am with you... I am always with you til the end of time. You have no choice, we are both destined. Oh loving sun and dreamy moon, Grace us the light in our path divine, My past self, I thank you! For the wonderful memories... In my troubled present, found peace in you. Beatrix ********************************************** As I closed my journal... I just hear my Nana's footsteps and call out. "My princess, it's dinner time. Don't forget your coat, it's a bit freezing today!." "Yes, coming Nana!." I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, before sharing the table with Nana. The beauty in the mirror speaks of simplicity and elegance. I'm tall at my age of 15, around 183cm, with soft silver wavy hair and emerald green eyes. I'm looking at the reflection of my mother. And before my tears fall. "Beatrix?" A hint of annoyance in Nanas voice. "Yes, sorry Nana." Then, we silently eat our beetroot soup. In the same month, in different year. Our mother gather all of us, her children, near the fireplace hearth, made of granite and marble stone. My eldest brother Maxim played the piano while my older sister Annika played the flute. While me and my mom, cheerfully singing. Then, our beloved father Dimitri, joined us in our joyfulness. Amidst our liveliness, the commotion outside the House of Oblonsky raised our fears. People shouting with torches and guns. My father Dimitri was stunned. I'm crying in horror. I hugged my father...for the last time. When.... My small voice... bellowed "NO!!!!" "Mama, Papa..." "Maxim, Annika..." 

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