A Bored Lich
"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
Captain Fisher
"Thomas," a voice called out, disturbing Thomas's slumber.
Thomas opened his eyes with a jolt, coming face to face with a gaping maw. Shay's fangs on full display, ready to sink into him. He scrambled backwards, flailing for his dagger. It was unnecessary.
Shay was still, the life gone from his eyes. Even then, Thomas wasn't sure if Shay was truly dead. He had buried Shay in several tons of metal and he still emerged with a raging bloodlust. It was almost unnerving to see such a strong creature unresponsive. As Thomas stood up however, his worries were put to rest.
Bite marks littered the gaping hole in Shay's chest. Thomas lowered his gaze, finding a pool of blood at his feet. As he stared into it, a pair of pitch black eyes stared back. A stream of drool flowed out of his mouth, sending ripples through the reflection.