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Rebirth: The Path of vengeance

Join discord server for novel discussion https://discord.com/invite/A8fVrq2d _______ What does every living creature desire more than anything else? The answer is rather straightforward: to persist, to endure, to cling to life for as long as possible. This universal desire was no different for a man in his mid-twenties named Ryan. Ryan found himself embroiled within a dangerous game, pursued relentlessly by the God of War faction. In this world, where magic reigns supreme and monstrous beasts of demonic origins roam free, the faction stood as the most formidable power. Struggling desperately to safeguard his life, Ryan succeeded in his endeavors, but only up until a gut-wrenching betrayal from the person he least expected - Noah, his best friend, his confidant. An act of treachery led to his downfall. Betrayal in this world was not a metaphorical stab in the back, but a literal one. The sword that Noah drove into his chest left him lying in a pool of his own blood, his life force slowly draining away. As he lay there, the bitter taste of anger and an insatiable thirst for revenge filled his heart. It was at this moment of despair when an ethereal, angelic female voice echoed in his ear. ._._._._._. [DING! DING!!] YOU HAVE FINALLY MET THE REQUIREMENTS OF THE GREAT DIVINITY SYSTEM. DO YOU ACCEPT THE GREAT DIVINITY SYSTEM? [YES] / [NO] ._._._._._. ***** In a twist of fate, Ryan finds himself reincarnated as Ethan Callahan, now imbued with the power of the Great Divinity System. A virgin path unfurls before him, a road yet untrodden. The question that hangs in the balance is this: will he choose the path of vengeance, a road that might lead to his ruin? Or will he opt for a life of peace, a path far removed from blood and betrayal? The choices lie before him, and only time will tell which path he will tread.

The Lich System (Remastered)

Duth our main focus has died tragically, more to the point he died watching his cousin die. Only to receive in kind a deadly sentence. originally content as now in spirit they rest. He has been woken to find himself pulled from the realms, not just him but many others like him. Other souls. Their tormented suffering allowing magic to expand to greater feats. Now vengeful not only with those who took his family, friends and other souls, but the world that stood by and allowed it. Duth with sheer will and perhaps an unknown entities help rises up as an avenging lich. Only it was all wrong, he had a system.. he wasn't right. emotions almost stripped bare, just like his flesh. Dark energies flowing in his metaphoric veins. But there stood a few solid goals. World domination and to bring the wraith of souls upon the unfortunates. Now in a game he never intended to play. Duth starts his journey of questionable morals and a seething and wrathful will.

A Metaphor

Set Fire to Rain

In the shadow of tragedy, Meredith's world crumbled like a fragile sandcastle, swept away by the merciless waves of fate. With her mother's demise echoing in her soul, a sinister revelation emerged – her father had gambled away their fortune, leaving behind a staggering debt that clawed at the edges of her existence. As if scripted by the cruel hand of destiny, Meredith's father fled, abandoning her to face the financial tempest alone. The burden of survival rested heavily on her young shoulders, and the weight threatened to shatter her resolve. But amid the debris of despair, an unexpected lifeline emerged, weaving an enigmatic twist into the narrative of her upheaval. Paris, the city of love and lights, became the backdrop for Meredith's metamorphosis. Yet, the glamour of the French capital remained elusive as her modest budget clashed with the city's extravagant reality. Shelter, a basic human need, became a luxury she could ill afford. Then, like a subtle melody in the cacophony of her turmoil, Matthew entered the stage. A peculiar proposition danced in the air – he offered her a room in his apartment. However, fate, in its mischievous playfulness, cast Matthew as a central figure in a drama laced with bitterness. Matthew, the ex-flame of her closest confidante Maria, was the embodiment of a past Meredith despised. The lingering embers of their tumultuous history sparked a tension that crackled beneath the surface. Would Meredith swallow her pride, her disdain for Maria's ex-lover, and accept the refuge offered by this unexpected ally? Or, would she face the unforgiving streets of Paris, choosing solitude over the discomfort of cohabiting with her nemesis? As Meredith contemplates this paradoxical predicament, a curious metaphor unfolds – fire and water forced into a reluctant alliance within the confines of a shared space. The sparks of their clashing personalities promise a spectacle, a sizzling fusion of passion and cool detachment. In the heart of Paris, where love and defiance dance hand in hand, Meredith and Matthew find themselves bound by circumstance, fanning the flames of an unlikely companionship. Yet, beneath the surface of this unconventional arrangement lies the question that lingers like an unspoken secret – can Meredith, the fiery protagonist scarred by her past, find solace and redemption in the proximity of her watery counterpart? The streets of Paris hold the answers, echoing with the footsteps of a young woman navigating the intricate alleys of loss, pride, and the unforeseen chemistry that ignites when opposites collide.

The Iceberg Metaphor

Nicola Realonda is everyone. Why? She lies. She seeks revenge. Her mind is filled with immoral urges. But as what always psychologist says, there is a reason for everything. They are implying that it happened because something or someone triggers it. The sexual urges, selfish needs, or violent motives were always there, and it won't go away. Usually, those were hiding at the back of our minds. Like an iceberg, you only see the tip of it, and you are not sure what is underneath. So, be ready to stop it because once you lose your shit, you can not hide from the NBI. When an iceberg collapsed and turned upside down. Her Id will be exposed. What do you think she will do? Join her as she explore the world of psyche.

Nice Metaphor

Supreme Ruler: Control Is Greater Than Power!

My life? Many people see me as the most fortunate person existing. Maybe it was due to the power I wield, or what I had in my possession. But I found it hilarious; how I, myself, find my life worthless, every and anything I cared about getting burned in the flames of my ever-flowing energy. I don't mean it literally, more like… a metaphor, I guess. The world always opposed every and anything I stood for. I'm sure if you stood against me you would end up victorious. Anyway, off with my sorrows. To make everything interesting, I'll have to show you a clearer view of the world I live in.  Here it is; the story I so much wanted to share with you… all of you… *** In Archon, the union of a demon and angel was considered sacrilege to all its inhabitants—Apart from this glaring hatred for the union, any offspring from the union would die a miserable death. Stiles, a Nephalem, birthed from the union of a demon and angel had no choice but to face this challenge head-on, his parent's life becoming the payment for his survival. Stiles, filled with anger, tried to end his life but failed with every attempt.  Embarking on a journey to end his miserable life, he came in contact with a fortress that will change his life, turning him from a depressed boy into a Ruler—one that will reign over the land of Archon. ______________ Good day, ladies/gentlemen.  I've not done much writing, but I hope you would check my work out and give feedback. A/N: 100 power stones= 1 chapter. 10 Golden Tickets= 1 chapter. Thanks~ ----------- The cover photo is not mine, so if you are the artist or you know the artist, kindly communicate. Thanks~

Life’s a metaphor

A Clever Metaphor For Love

Misguided Metaphors

I'm not supposed to be here. I know it's wrong but my body and mind (I don't know if my heart's included) tell me to stay beside this man. He is the only person who understand mostly everything about me, needless to say my weird poetries, all my hopes and dreams, my crooked sense of humor. His laughter, grin and smiles are all there is that's giving me drug, making me seek for more of this. ..

Transmigration Transformation: Trash To Interstellar Treasure

Wen Yu had been a homebody all his life. He'd lost both of his siblings when he was two which prompted his parents to raise him in a metaphorical glass cage. Due to being shielded all his life, it was so easy for him to fall to the schemes of others and he lost his life at the hands of his cousin and so called best friend. The next time Wen Yu gained consciousness, he was inexplicably transmigrated into a futuristic universe by an unknown entity, where the stronger ruled over the strong. Faced with a universe filled with, Mechas, spiritual power and being born in a military family to the most talented general of the Federation, Wen Yu quickly discovered that he could no longer be the pampered young master that he once was -especially when he was born with a body with extremely low aptitude. Sigh. This is BxB, MxM, Bl, Yaoi. In case that wasn't clear enough. Gong mc. Author here: I can't design sh*t so I got the cover photo from pinterest credits to owner

Emily Grace's _Grey_ •Pain is just a Metaphor•

Pain is Just a metaphor

Pursuing Immortality

Meet Gu Yu—a college dropout and a talented incense maker, and at the same time, the rather stoic protagonist of this story. Despite his somewhat introverted manner, he has a tendency to make sarcastic remarks in his thoughts. One day, after saving a squirrel, a windfall (metaphorically and literally) dropped into his lap.Stumbling into the cultivation world with little help, he was not turned into Superman overnight (as he would like). Apparently, becoming a cultivator would not make your life easier, at least in the beginning. Somewhere along the road, he ran into Jiang Xiaozhai, a young woman who’s got the brains, the beauty, and maybe one or two secrets of her own. As it turned out, the two made a perfect team—Mulder-and-Scully style. Motivated by many unanswered questions, they had been running up and down the country, getting into all kinds of trouble, and learning more of the modern cultivation world, which is by no means the same as in the ages long past…

Unveiled (MLL)

With each mile that he passed with his car his anger turned from fury to a blinding fire to a pitch black pit of chaos. And yet the pitch black chaos was too small a word as further ahead he went, until there he stood in front of ‘Manerium Somniorum’ The manor of dreams. Standing at the gates his anger dissipated to a form of fear and melancholy. Christian knew it like he knew the back of his hand that these emotions were his. Whatever he was feeling was an aftermath of what the manor was listening in on. The walls were screaming the story that unfolded between their bricks as the windows tried to leap open, over powered by the yearning need for some kind of a void. An escape from what unfolded. The gate of the manor seemed barred from reality. Acutely preoccupied by the nightmare. Participating and escaping every word the manor screamed. Time did not exist beyond these gates. No what was left behind was simply the shadow of broken hearts. With each second that passed Christian watched a darkness descend upon the manor as thick mists of clouds and shadows formed. Untouched was the reality outside the gate but inside Manerium Somniorum dreamed. Dreamed of a heartbroken man. Echoed of an unquenchable thirst. Begged for her return. Pulling every reality into it in its desperation, whispering and moaning Christian or anyone that dared to watch to enter. Enter their dream. Dream their love. And bathe in their despair as a symphony lulled Christian into a heavy sleep. With each ticking minute the manor seemed to draw further and further away, without even realizing his eyes had closed and his body was mesmerized by her. By them. It played out again like a song, starting with a verse. A look. A pair of eyes. A shadow. As translucent darkness shone brightly around a man and interlaced with his soul. And there she stood. It was her form and her face and yet her eyes betrayed who she was. A conscious thought metaphored into her existence, standing right there under the soft glow of his lantern. Christian was the prince and the prince was chaos as their fell in love for the first time. As their skin felt the fleeting graze of her smile and their ears heard the soft whisper of her gown tease the ground. There all three souls stood as one falling in love with the same form and yet a different woman. "We were never meant for tomorrow ..." She said with a trembling voice as her hand reached out for his, so close and yet much like their fates all there was between them were dreams.

100 days with the Grimm Reaper

"Hello there, Mary. I am here to collect your soul." Annemarie Ortega appreciates the quiet life. As a waitress in a small town, she rarely keep out of her comfort zone. Not until she attempt suicide and survives only to meet a strange man named Heath. He claims he is a grim reaper and tells her that he has come to claim her soul in 100 days. Mary remains skeptical until Heath is able to prove to her that he is the real deal. When that happened, Mary realises that her life would never remain as it was. Her peace of mind and innocent life becomes shattered as she crosses her threshold, burning her metaphorical bridges as there was no turning back. Disoriented, Mary begins to navigate to goal, facing unfamiliar challenges and new rules while adapting to her new life especially the fact that cancer was going to kill her in less than 100 days. An unfortunate scenario occurs and Mary finds herself tangled up in a world of deadly conspiracies and a thousand years of supernatural intrigue. Will she be able to change her fate? Will she be able to survive 100 days? Mary addresses her flaws and refuse to hit rock bottom but behind the scene are other grim reapers who plot nothing less than wanting her very own soul.

Fading Facades

A heartwarming tale of friendship, self-discovery, and the transformative power of love. Set against the backdrop of privilege and social disparity, the story follows Olivia, a compassionate and privileged young woman, who embarks on a journey of self-discovery that will forever change her life and the lives of those around her. Olivia, a kind-hearted and wealthy girl, leads a charmed life surrounded by luxury and the warmth of her childhood friends, Maya, Alex, Blake, and Carter. Their bond is unbreakable, and they share in each other's dreams and ambitions, united by the pursuit of meaningful goals. However, the arrival of a new girl, Maya, a young girl from a humble background, introduces a dynamic shift in their lives. Maya's path crosses with the boys and Olivia during high school, and her presence adds a fresh perspective to their privileged lives. As they get to know Maya, the boys find themselves captivated by her down-to-earth charm and her determination to rise above her circumstances. Olivia, too, is drawn to Maya's resilience and humility, forming an instant bond that transcends socio-economic differences. As the years pass, the group's friendship strengthens, and they find themselves on the brink of adulthood, facing the challenges and complexities of life beyond high school. Olivia's life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers a hidden layer of envy and insecurity within herself. The realization that she has taken her privileges for granted fuels her desire to make a difference and give back to society. In pursuit of her newfound passion for philanthropy, Olivia immerses herself in various charitable endeavors. Her philanthropic journey leads her to the bustling city of New York, where she becomes involved in a project aimed at improving access to education for underprivileged communities. It is in this bustling city that Olivia encounters Ethan, a mysterious and enigmatic young man, whose aloof and detached demeanor immediately sparks tension between them. As they navigate their contrasting personalities and perspectives, Olivia and Ethan find themselves at odds, challenging each other's beliefs and methods. Little do they know that their dynamic encounters will eventually lead to an unexpected and transformative journey. As they continue to clash and argue, a slow-burning connection begins to form between Olivia and Ethan. Their interactions evolve from adversaries to confidants, gradually uncovering layers of vulnerability and depth within each other. Despite their initial animosity, they discover a shared passion for making a difference in the world and develop a mutual respect for each other's strengths and weaknesses. The story beautifully weaves together the development of Olivia and Ethan's relationship with the growth of their individual characters. Both grapple with their past insecurities and preconceived notions, gradually allowing vulnerability and trust to pave the way for something deeper. Amidst their personal journeys, Olivia and Ethan find themselves irresistibly drawn to one another. The slow-burning romance blossoms against the backdrop of their shared dedication to philanthropy and the desire to create a better world for others. As their love story unfolds, the couple faces various challenges and obstacles, testing the strength of their bond and commitment to each other. The city of New York becomes not only the backdrop but also a metaphor for the contrasts that they embody – privilege and disparity, love and hate, ambition and humility. A story of love, growth, and the power of genuine connection. Olivia and Ethan's journey from strangers to lovers is a testament to the transformative nature of love, breaking down barriers, and healing wounds. In a world where privilege and disparity coexist, their love serves as a beacon of hope, inspiring readers to embrace their authentic selves, forge meaningful connections, and make a positive impact on the world around them.

Deep Reset

WARNING !!! R+18 Mature Content will be listed. Following triggers. BDSM,SMYBIOTES, EDGING, Furry, Elves, Dwarves, possibly a tentacle monster or 10. Do not expect this to NOT be filled with some form of strange.....Sexual content that is described using metaphors and simile to enhance the mood....Yes I said enhance the mood. So...BE WARNED....... And now... Now with that. Said let's get. To the. Story. This story is for a mature audience and will include sexual situations with Fantasy monsters. You have been warned. This story is about a Symbiote who teams up with a Priestess in a unique world where anything can happen. In the digital abyss, I conversed with an angel, Offered a choice, my fate at stake. "Paradise or reincarnation?" he asked, I chose trust over trickery's embrace. The celestial beings, surprised by my wit, Their brows raised in disbelief. A laugh escaped the angel's lips, Acknowledging my unconventional belief. From nothingness to a humble bacterium, I journeyed through existence's span. Consumed by darkness, I traveled the stars, Crashing on a world, my journey began. Feeding on the first, I took its form, A shape-shifting slime, yet aware of my norm. Different from the consumed, my essence transformed, An epitaph of a rebirth, in a world reborn.

Redrift

Here's a glimpse into the reality of a rad, schizophrenic man, otherwise known as the redrift of his time. - Varcel Denion. The type of guy who would point at a blank wall, laugh, all while having a full conversation with what looked to be nothing. Nothing? Sure, but in Varcel's eyes, there was a wise sage offering knowledge like nobody before. To him, from his reality, he was a seasoned cultivator who had lived for millions of years. His hallucinations were almost never this bright, though. Unknown beings who'd he never met would roam his vicinity, peering through windows, staring through a crevice. A closet, a door, anywhere. People waved, their gestures unsettling. The list of such encounters seemed endless. Delusions, usually about danger-like scenarios that seemed out of this world were forever real to him. He saw many things. Monsters like you've never seen, voices like you've never heard... On Earth... Varcel was an OCD fanatic turned schizophrenic. On the campus of yale university, Varcel met the bullet of death with a large smile adoring his face, that was... also faceplanted in blood. For our forlorn protagonist, he had reincarnated into a fantasy world, named Redrift. Wandering this new world, Varcel comes to find out that standing in his earthly body, on another planet... he wasn't schizophrenic anymore. Rivers of tears flooded the grasses. This is the story of a being who was not suited for his initial world. He was... Man turned metaphorical alien.

Deep Space Epoch

(Going to be slow releases the week of 2/24 - 3/1. Slightly unwell and working all day Mon-Fri, so only expecting one chapter / 2 days) Ivan Storme was once a billionaire, a man who ruled with money. His company operated in all sectors across Earth and was publicly renowned. However, Ivan had built most of his power with shady and illegal means, often conducting inhumane actions for the sake of profit. When this information was discovered and released to the public, he was forced to flee or face a life sentence behind bars. With all of his past accomplishments and fortune crumbling before him and with no path of survival in front of him, Ivan took desperate measures to escape pursuit. He contacted an illegal human experimentation facility and paid all the money he had on hand to be cryogenically frozen in stasis for 200 years when the technology to revive someone from such a state existed. When he woke up from stasis and was expecting a new life in a highly developed world filled with flying cars and holographic projections, instead he woke up to an unfamiliar environment in a completely different galaxy.. Ivan was sure of only one thing. The time he slept for was definitely not 200 years. From the author: This has been on my mind for a long time so I have decided to put pen to paper, metaphorically. I'm currently doing an average 7ch/week + extras as I like, I will update this of any changes. P.S. I don't proofread or edit. Doing so annoys me far more than you would be reading it. It's pretty clean already so for any typos, treat them as me testing your adaptability. ^.^ Comment any major errors and thou shalt be fixed

Not Your Average Love Story [SEQUEL ONGOING]

They say you can't force love, You'll most likely find it when you're not looking. Just like how the Fetridge's Law works. Important things that are supposed to happen do not happen, especially when you are looking. Most important things in life really do happen when we least expect and it has happened to me. Love found me when it was the last thing on earth I was searching for. But what if Love isn't everything we compare it to? What if love isn't roses that blossoms? What if love isn't a fairy tale that brings magic to our lives? What if love is not air that you never get tired of breathing? What if love isn't rivers, and oceans that flows without end? And that we're just swimming in seas of depthless metaphors? SEQUEL STARTED IN THIS VERY BOOK