webnovel

Dungeon Master with True Transmutation

Tác giả: Ichmkami
Fantasy
Đang thực hiện · 1.8K Lượt xem
  • 1 ch
    Nội dung
  • số lượng người đọc
  • N/A
    HỖ TRỢ

What is Dungeon Master with True Transmutation

Đọc tiểu thuyết Dungeon Master with True Transmutation của tác giả Ichmkami được xuất bản trên WebNovel....

Tóm tắt

Thẻ
6 thẻ
Bạn cũng có thể thích

The Guide to Survival by the Trashy Duke's Daughter

In the shadowed corridors of vengeance, Seraphine had meticulously woven the threads of her grand design. A scheme that would unfold over the span of several years, allowing her the cruel pleasure of witnessing her enemies descend into the abyss of their own making. Each calculated move had been devised to inflict the deepest wounds, to ensure their suffering equaled her own. However, the tapestry of her well-laid plans began to unravel when an unforeseen twist of fate forced her into a union with the most seemingly inconsequential figure in the empire—the fifth prince, Elarian. The very mention of his name brought forth a bitter taste of disappointment, like the sour residue of dashed hopes. Elarian, the fifth of the elven lineage, was infamous within the echelons of high society for his seemingly docile and coddled existence. To the privileged elite, he was but a jest, a perpetual punchline to their idle chatter. Despite possessing the latent potential of an S-class water mage, he had navigated his life without encountering the crucible of training or adversity. Surrounded by opulence and the warmth of unconditional love, his existence was cocooned in privilege. For the royal family, marriage had become an act of desperate necessity—an ultimatum to compel Elarian's long-overdue maturation. They believed that the bonds of wedlock would serve as the crucible to forge a prince worthy of his lineage. And so, Seraphine, the harbinger of her own vendetta, found herself shackled to a seemingly insufferable companion—Elarian, the reluctant prince. The convergence of their destinies ignited a volatile cocktail of emotions, birthing a tempestuous maelstrom that could only result in disdain. From the moment their paths converged, Seraphine's enmity surged forth like a torrential tide, consuming her thoughts and sentiments. It was a sentiment equally reciprocated by Elarian, whose once tranquil existence was now marred by the storm of her disdain. As Seraphine embarked on her treacherous journey to dethrone the oppressive Duke and dismantle the vile machinery of injustice that plagued those bereft of magical abilities, she found herself burdened with an unexpected responsibility—a cumbersome infant in the form of Elarian. But therein lay the crux of their predicament—an irreconcilable paradox. How could Seraphine ever hope to form an alliance with a man who had never known the depths of suffering, who lived in blissful oblivion, unburdened by the torment that fueled her unrelenting fire? How could Elarian, shielded by the armor of privilege, endure the relentless lashings of Seraphine's acerbic tongue, understanding the true weight of her words only in the nocturnal solitude that shrouded him just before the embrace of sleep? Their union was a discordant symphony, a cacophony of opposing forces, each vying for dominance in the tumultuous theater of their shared existence. As the wheels of destiny ground forward, their fates became inexorably entwined, bound by the chains of a marriage that held within its crucible both the promise of transformation and the perilous threat of destruction. [cover made by AI]

STheWallflower · Lịch sử
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
2 Chs

M.Khizar Bawani

Reintegration to civilian life took time. “The neighborhood I lived in wasn’t the safest, and I had to give myself time to readjust to the point where I could be in groups of people and not freak out,” Garish said. He had never been married and had no children, but Garish had shown an inclination to care for them. Before he and Stipkovits reunited in 2010, he’d donated much of his first Army paycheck, around $600, to Jamie’s Dream Team, a local charity. The money helped a six-year-old boy suffering from the genetic disorder Marfan syndrome go on a long-wished-for camping trip. On August 20, 2017, three years after her first cancer diagnosis, Stipkovits was being fitted with a portable defibrillator at UPMC Shadyside Hospital in Pittsburgh. “I think we deserve something good to happen,” Garish said out of the blue. “Will you marry me?” Stipkovits laughed. “It was just so funny,” she said. “I was in a hospital bed, dying. I looked at him and said, ‘You just want the insurance money.’” But behind the laughter was elation. “I had the same wish every little girl does of a fairy-tale wedding, the crystals and the Cinderella ball gown. And I always told myself that if I found someone who bonded with my daughter in the manner he did, I would marry him.” She said yes. The fairy-tale fantasy, though, was far out of reach. The hospital bills were adding up, and Stipkovits had long been too sick to work. But there are those around ­Mc­Keesport who believe in making dreams come true. Doctors had not told Stipkovits how long she could expect to keep fighting. But in late 2017, Lori McKown, an oncology social worker at the hospital, started contacting charities. A colleague told her about ­Jamie’s Dream Team. “Little did I know her fiancé had donated his first paycheck there,” she said. Jamie Holmes, the founder of ­Jamie’s Dream Team, hadn’t forgotten Garish. “I was like, absolutely we’re going to put on a wedding for them,” she said. On February 17, two months after Jamie’s Dream Team rallied more than a dozen Pittsburgh-area vendors to donate things such as flowers, a wedding cake, and a photo booth, Garish and Stipkovits were married before 200 guests at Old Stone Church in Monroeville, Pennsylvania. Stipkovits, flanked by four bridesmaids and Maleena, her maid of honor, wore a full-length white dress sewn with Swarovski crystals provided by the Exquisite Bride in Murrysville, Pennsylvania. Her hair, full despite years of chemotherapy, was swept into a side ponytail. Garish, in a black tuxedo instead of his Army uniform, still wore a buzz cut. The ceremony was punctuated by pauses so Stipkovits, who was on dialysis, could catch her breath and dab at her tears. Guests didn’t seem worried at the reception when Stipkovits fell after Garish playfully pushed a piece of red velvet cake toward his new wife’s face. She quickly got up. Her father said, “This is the most energetic I’ve seen her in quite some time.” Stipkovits and Garish had already endured more than most married couples. Before the wedding, Stip­kovits told Garish, “When we say our vows, the only thing we’ll have left to accomplish is till death do us part.” A DJ played “Because You Loved Me” by Celine Dion for the first dance. The lyric “You were my strength when I was weak / You were my voice when I couldn’t speak” had onlookers in tears while Stipkovits and Garish held each other. *** Editor’s note: A day before the couple’s two-month wedding anniversary, Stipkovits died at home, surrounded by her family, with ­Garish holding her hand.

Khizar_Memon · Quân đội
Không đủ số lượng người đọc
1 Chs

số lượng người đọc

  • Đánh giá xếp hạng tổng thể
  • Chất lượng bài viết
  • Cập nhật độ ổn định
  • Phát triển câu chuyện
  • Thiết kế nhân vật
  • Bối cảnh thế giới
Các đánh giá

HỖ TRỢ

empty img

Sắp ra mắt

Về tác phẩm

Báo cáo