webnovel

The Forsaken Hero

I closed my eyes and sighed, letting the needle slip through my fingers and clatter to the alley floor. It wasn’t like anyone would miss me. There was always someone else to beat or rape. The nothingness was a relief. At least now I have peace. Only...since when did 'nothingness' have so many gods? As one of ten heroes chosen by the Divine, I was sent to another world to fend off a demon invasion. But, the gods aren’t all helpful, and treat this as a game. Waking up in the magical world of Enusia, I found myself cursed and alone, clapped in chains and despised. This world was worse, far worse than the playground I so naively left behind, filled with betrayal, pain, and death. I've heard that the brightest lights cast the longest shadows. Perhaps, in this life, I can find if that's true. I'm tired of living in the dark. It's time to find the light. Discord: https://discord.gg/PX3xqJdZMY

Author_of_Fate · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
575 Chs

Shrine of the Oracle

I tumbled out of the gate breathlessly, landing on something warm and soft. Teleporting always left me feeling weak and disoriented, and even though Haven welcomed me as its master, it was a struggle to pry my eyes open again. Fable's familiar scent tickled my nose, tempting me to snuggle deeper into his fur.

It was the lingering tingle in my soul and Bethiv's sharp cough that finally dragged me back to reality. I groaned reluctantly as I forced my eyes open and sat up.

"What the hell is this place?" Bethiv's voice echoed with awe. His eyes shone, reflecting the countless stars that adorned the endless night sky, mirroring the wonder and awe I felt at being back in Haven.

"Haven, please keep anyone from following us in," I said, looking around as I spoke to thin air.

"As you wish, my Lady." Haven's spectral voice reverberated through the air, causing Bethiv to jump, his hand flying to his sword.