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Barbare

Barbare

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You will read my book and you will love it

2020-02-25 JoinedFrance
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Death's Heir

Lazar wasn’t dealt a winning hand at birth, so he quickly learned to see luck for what it was : something to believe in, but never rely on. Even so, there was one debt he believed fate owed him : the chance to kill the man he refused to acknowledge as his father. It became his only purpose, an obsession for which he would gladly sacrifice whatever fragments of himself that man had not already destroyed. But instead of granting him that one modest request, the world seemed determined to stand in his way, and not in a subtle manner. Just as he began to close in on his goal, the Apocalypse, yes, the damn Apocalypse, fell upon the Earth. What impeccable timing ! Lazar had always known his path wouldn’t be an easy one, but now the obstacles between him and his target had not only multiplied but also taken on far more dangerous forms. Catastrophes beyond nature. Creatures that had once belonged to myth, religion, or even fiction, now roaming the Earth. And, as always when circumstances were already dire, the ability humans had to make things even worse. The future couldn’t have looked more promising. Fortunately, if anything about the situation could be called fortunate, the Apocalypse had brought more than monsters and destruction. It had also brought the power to fight back. *** What you can expect from this story : - No harem. - An original and complete system that doesn't become overly complex or bloated with hundreds of skills. - A pragmatic MC with a morally grey compass, who grows very strong without becoming boringly overpowered. - Characters that feel realistic, while still having a few eccentric traits, otherwise it would be dull.

Barbare · Urban
18 Chs

Game of Thrones: The Odd-Fish

Our protagonist was in the real world a teenager whose not-so-shitty future was crushed when he was diagnosed with a disease from which he had almost no chance to come out alive. As expected, he didn’t beat the odds and died. But that wasn’t the end. As you have probably guessed (if you have read the tags), death offered him a second chance. A chance to live again… in a world of swords, kings, and dragons. Reborn as William Tully in the year 263 AC, one year after Robert Baratheon's birth and thirty-five years before the beginning of the events of Game of Thrones, William is no ordinary nobleman. He is the son of Brynden Tully, the man who, in this altered timeline, never became the 'Blackfish'. Giving in to the pressures of his older brother Hoster, Brynden married, and through this union, William was born. One thing that didn't change in this version however; The Riverlands remain as fragmented and overlooked as ever, a land known for the pragmatism and the resilience of its people, the richness of its soil, nourished by the numerous rivers that weave through the land, but never its power. But William has plans. Armed with memories of his past life, the knowledge of what's to come and (not too OP) wishes, he isn’t content with the Riverlands being a mere footnote in Westerosi politics. His ambitions soar far higher. His goal? To turn the Riverlands into a mighty kingdom, one that commands respect, fear, and prestige far beyond its reputation as the forgotten 'sage child' of Westeros. In this story, you will follow William as he maneuvers his way through the dangerous political landscape of Westeros. He will forge alliances, make enemies and challenge the very balance of power in a world where the game of thrones spares no one. Alongside him, familiar and new faces, some canon, others invented, will shape his journey into an uncertain future, where the Riverlands could rise to greatness, fall into flames, or both. --- Schedule: Three chapters a week for now, one on monday, one on wednesday and one on friday. Feel free to share your honest review on this fanfiction and shower me with those delectable power stones! I haven’t launched my Patreon yet, but get your free membership now to stay in the loop (even through I will defenitely mention it between chapters when something's going on there): https://www.patreon.com/Barbare. As for Discord, I don’t have a dedicated server for this fanfic yet, but it’s definitely coming soon!

Barbare · TV
17 Chs

Bound to Evil

They didn’t crawl out of myths, they tore their way through them. Forgotten monstrosities, born from old tales, returned in twisted flesh to remind humanity why even speaking their names once felt dangerous. The sky split. Fire burst from the ground. Oceans boiled. Cities bled. No warning, just monsters. And with them, something else : a power system no one understood. Salvation, perhaps, but not for everyone. It gave nothing to the fearful, nothing to the weak. But to the brave, or the desperate, it offered claws. As for the gods... they stood still, silent. But not necessarily uninvolved. For Lazar, the apocalypse was less tragedy than inconvenience. He had spent years meticulously preparing for revenge, and now the world was burning at the worst possible time. Most people broke. Lazar didn’t. He never placed his trust in hope, never relied on luck. Cold, focused, ruthless, traits that once made him a misfit now made him adequate, the skills he had honed for vengeance being the very ones demanded by this new world. As for his desire for vengeance itself… that didn't vanish just because the world did. But monsters aren’t the only problem standing between Lazar and his plans. Some gods want their relevance back. Some humans want order, their version of it. As for the forces threatening to destroy the world, no one really knows what they want. One thing a lot of them agree on though : in a world of kings and pawns, Lazar and his kind, the grey anomalies on a board of black-and-white pieces, must be removed.

Barbare · Urban
7 Chs