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wolfkid888-blog · 23 days

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Who am I?

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Ever since I was young, I always have a fondness for my female teachers. At the time, I thought it was just admiration as they treated me well and gifted me gifts on occasion. How naïve I was back then. Now I know better of what it was. I suppose it is a part of growing up. When I started high school, my comprehension of my emotions started to change. Around this time, one of my friends gushed to me about her favourite BL ship and exposed me to the community of LGBTQ people.

That is when I started to wander more into it. She had informed me about the many social groups in the community and the terminology used to characterise each person's relationships or sexual orientation. I listened carefully; a trace of nervousness mixed with curiosity. I began to question myself and learned of what I am, who I am.

Realising that I had been defined as a lesbian—someone who only had romantic interest in women—was a revelation.

My thoughts began to spiral into ambiguity and introspection as a result of the finding. I thought back to the past and noticed an underlying trend of attraction to women which I had originally written off as simple appreciation. It was as though a cloud had parted, exposing a reality that had been lying in wait all along.

When I thought back to my early years, I remembered the social dynamics in my group as well as how they had shaped the way I saw relationships. There had never been many girls in my tuition class—most of the students had been boys throughout primary school. There would at least be 2 or 3 girls within the class aside from myself but over time they would either end up in another class or leave the tuition centre entirely. Without any female playmates to play whatever barbie or tea party stuff girls would do, you can probably imagine that my entire self was mostly affected by hanging out with the boys. I found myself drawn to activities that are often associated with boys due to the absence of female playmates, like playing Bakugan and Pokémon cards.

The friendship of my male contemporaries gave me comfort, but I also felt cut off from my own femininity. If I ever really had one to begin with.

This dissonance was exacerbated by my personality. I considered myself a tomboy, choosing more utilitarian clothing over dresses and skirts.

I hated dresses. Loathed them even. I do not like how defenceless I feel when wearing them. I would always worry about the wind blowing too harshly and it would flip my skirt where everyone could see my underwear. I felt uneasy and insecure at the idea of dressing in frilly, womanly clothes. I fought with ingrained fears and a severe fear of vulnerability despite my seeming boldness. I am a very insecure person, unable trust others easily. I like to feel safe. Literally and figuratively. Which is why I liked the flexibility and freedom that sports trousers provided, which was a subliminal protest against the ideals of femininity in society. It made me feel safe.

My dread of alienation and rejection increased along with my realisation of my sexual orientation.

I was afraid of how my parents would react if I came out to them, so I avoided the idea of coming out of the closet to them. Would they embrace me as I was, or would they reject me out of disgust? I struggled to balance my fear of losing my family's affection and approval with my desire to live authentically. The fear tore me apart. So, I took the only other route I could take.

I leaned on my friends for support, counsel, and comfort. They reassured me that I was not alone in my troubles by being a supportive attitude and a listening ear. Oh, what would have become of me without their support. Dreading at the thought. We overcame the challenges of acceptance and identity as a team, drawing strength from our common experiences.

Their resolute assistance strengthened my determination and served as a constant reminder that, despite my sexual orientation, I was worthy of love and acceptance. Even with the advancements in LGBTQ acknowledgement, I was still hesitant to tell my parents the truth. I knew that my well-being and safety hinged on my bringing up such a delicate subject, therefore I realised how important timing and context were.

Armed with the understanding that I was not defined by what society expected of me, I decided to address the topic on my own terms as I set out on my journey into maturity. I am an adult. I could make my own decisions but I have yet to officially enter society and stand on my own. So, it is best to be prepared for the worst-case scenario, where they might disown me. I decided that if I were to ever tell them, it would be on my terms. When I have fully entered society and no longer need the assistance of my parents, I would tell them of my circumstances. Would they accept me for who I am? Perhaps, perhaps not.

In retrospect, I can say that my path of discovery of oneself has been an emotional rollercoaster, punctuated by periods of uncertainty, anxiety, and self-acceptance. Nevertheless, I have come out with greater courage and resiliency, knowing that my individuality is real and deserving of celebration. I am constantly reminded of how important it is to be true to who I am and embrace my truth as I attempt to navigate the intricacies of life, no matter what obstacles I may encounter.

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wolfkid888-blog · 27 days

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New story idea AGAIN

Remarried empress x daughter of the elemental king oc

Navier x oc

Oc is the daughter of the spirit king of light and the former empress of Euridia, the kingdom of elementals.

It is known as the kingdom of elementals due to it being the kingdom birthing the most spirit summoners and the birth place of the first spirit summoner, the first emperor of Euridia, the oc's great grandmother.

Oc is the emperor of Euridia after her mother stepped down to let her inherit the throne. Oc is contracted to all high ranked spirits and is loved by all spirits. She is considered the niece of the spirit kings and the princess of light spirits in the spirit world. She can also easily summon her uncles and aunts for help if needed but most of the time it would be them dropping by to see her.

All spirits are genderless but since oc's mother is a human, she was born as a girl. Not many know that the former emperor-consort is the light spirit king and only the oc's most trusted allies know her true identity.

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wolfkid888-blog · 27 days

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Nonfiction chosen & ideas

Reflect on a personal journey or adventure, physical or emotional, that led to significant self-awareness or change in perspective. - This is an easy write about my personal journey of finding out about the world of LGBTQ+ and about myself being into girls rather than guys. Hopefully there is no prejudice on this. (i'm very afraid even if I put on a strong face)

5. Uncover a family secret or explore a surprising family history, and its impact on your understanding of your heritage and identity. - I can write about my family's surprising history. About how my family is technically a fallen rich family. My father's side, my grandmother's father was a rubber tree farm owner, which at the time made him very rich. He had 3 wives, 1st giving birth to 1 and the other 2 each gave birth to 10 which then resulted to me having 24 cousins?! DAMN! While my mom's side, my grandfather, was rich but fell because he was young. I even found out that my great-grandparents used to adopt alot of kids before having my granddad and his sisters. Though it seems he doesnt wanna talk about them. Heritance and all. (man, my family is weird. Very bad.)

These 2 are the ones I can write about but I might lean towards 1 because since my family is HUGE, Idk who is in the family anymore. The 1st is much easier as it more about myself.

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wolfkid888-blog · 27 days

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I am dumb

When i read through the phrase non-fiction. my brain instantly went to fantasy based stories when its not. LMAO

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wolfkid888-blog · 1 month

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How envious

This is literally my face after finally realising how sadistic I can be when writing horror and making my character suffer. Or reading stuff similar to it. Strangely enough, I feel joy watching them struggle but more so of any *cough* getting what they deserved.

I sometimes wanna be this kid cos he literally is the librarian of a library of limitless books from different dimensions in "SSS Class Revival Hunter".

And he gets to have access and read all of that without having to work or do anything else. Literally the person I wanna be. I don't wanna work or do any particular labour. Only reading in the comforts of my room.

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wolfkid888-blog · 1 month

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The Heir of a Monarch

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A young man by the name of Rindou lived in the centre of the busy big city of Los Angeles, wherein shadows danced amid the neon glare of streetlights. Rindou moved with a serene confidence that belied his years, his jet-black hair and eyes that proved to hold the mysteries of the cosmos. But hidden beneath his cool façade was a strength unmatched by any other: the capacity to speak with shadows and bring back the dead.

Rindou was raised by his renowned detective father YuHao, who was renowned for his sharp mind and unwavering intuition. But when Rindou was 10, his amazing father died, a gunshot hit his heart during a gunfight with a dangerous gang. Rindou wanted to be like his father, to catch criminals and bring justice upon them. He studied hard and was able to become the youngest detective in his bureau at the age 20. Rindou frequently felt the pressure of his late father's legacy bearing down on him. He would make him proud.

Rindou developed the ability to control shadows when he was 15. At first, he was scared. Unable to comprehend how he could do it. With great amount of patience and practice, he got the hang of it and was able to bend the shadows to his will. But Rindou did not realise the full scope of his powers until during the night he happen upon a murder scene that was hidden in darkness after work.

The deceased, a middle-age woman whose face had been brutally severed from her body, was sprawled on the chilly concrete, terror visible in her lifeless eyes. A feeling of uneasiness overcame Rindou as he knelt alongside her, for he knew that this was no routine slaughter. This was the product of a deranged mentality that took great pleasure in seeing other people suffer.

Rindou summoned the victim's shadow with a murmured order, “Arise” and it formed itself about him like swirls of smoke. "Who did this to you?" With his voice almost audible above the silence of the night, Rindou questioned.

The shadow moved in a fluid, dreamlike manner as it stirred. And then it spoke, a voice that sounded as if it came from the bottom of the underworld. It snarled, "The Face Collector," its words heavy with grief and hopelessness. "Be wary the darkness that surrounds you, for it harbours mysteries that even I dare not speak." And the shadow disappeared, returning to the darkness of which it came.

Rindou descended down into the city's underworld in an attempt to solve the riddle of the Face Collector's gruesome acts. He did this through navigating a trail of clues which led him down a maze of treachery and deceit. However, the shadows appeared to get darker and louder with every step he went, almost drowning out his thoughts. Rindou pursued shadows for weeks, his thoughts fixed on solving the Face Collector's identification puzzle. To no avail, he conducted witness interviews, examined crime scenes, and conferred with experts. The murderer continued to be evasive, a ghostly figure that waited to attack once more in the shadows. Once Rindou confirmed the shadow he had summoned left, he clicked his tongue and narrowed his eyes, glaring at the ground in annoyance.

The Face Collector. A serial killer that has been going around taking the faces of victims for several months. The deaths always had the same memo, the victims were all women, varying the age of late forties, their faces gone.

They were surgically removed according to autopsy reports. The bureau has been working restlessly to find the guy. Whenever the crime scene was cleaned up and the police were gone. Rindou would return to the location of the murder and use his powers to summon the dead but he always got the same answer. He only knows that the killer is a man, about 170cm tall, not bulky nor buff. But would always wear a mask and black leather gloves to conceal his appearance. It frustrated him to no end. This crazy man has to be stopped.

And then, just as Rindou was starting to give up, a breakthrough was discovered in the shape of a mysterious note found at the site of the most recent murder. It was a hint, a riddle that needed to be worked out, and Rindou realised he was getting closer than ever to learning the truth. It led a bit of distance away from Los Angeles. Taking by car took about 1 and half hour.

The young detective finds himself standing in front of an ancient, abandoned house with boarded-up windows and collapsing walls after pursuing the trail of breadcrumbs. He pushed the creaking door open nervously and walked inside, alerting all of his senses, his shadows at the ready to attack anything that come at him.

The house's inside was completely black, and the smell of rot permeated the air. Various corners of the walls were covered in cobwebs and the wallpaper were worn down from neglect. Stepping on the creaky old floorboards, the detective got to work, he closed his eyes and focused his energy.

Reopening his eyes revealing a pair of glowing purple eyes in place of his once dark grey colour. His shadow then expanded, covering the entire room he stood in and stretched out to cover the rest of the house, searching. He did not have to wait long before finding the presence of a secret area hidden behind a bookcase as he made his way through the shadows, his pulse racing. He shoved the books aside and entered the room beyond with a sense of dread.

The sight he beheld there caused his heart to race. Faces adorned the walls, their facial expressions locked in a macabre mockery of everyday life. He identified some of them to be the murdered victim’s missing faces. Their looks contorted with pain. Forever frozen in the state of fear as their final moments. And a television set with a flickering, static-filled screen stood at the very end of the space.

With caution, Rindou approached the television and pressed play on the tape player beside it. As the screen came to life, images flickered across the screen, images of the victims in their final moments of life. But the tape did not end there, Rindou heard the killer’s voice. A voice that was all too familiar to him. It can’t be. And then, as the tape reached its end, a voice spoke, a voice that sent a chill down Rindou's spine.

"I never thought you of all people would find out," the voice said, its tone laced with malice. Rindou turned to see his long-time friend Mikey standing in the doorway, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. That smile was wrong. Very wrong. It was a smile Rindou has never seen on his face before. It was sadistic, psychotic. It drew shivers down the raven head’s spine at the sight.

"But why? How could it be you?" Rindou asked, his voice seemingly begging for answers. He could stand it. The very friend he trusted more with his life, to always have his back, was the man behind the gruesome slaughter of so many innocents. Betrayed.

Mikey just shrugged his shoulders still smiling, not caring. Mikey asked, “Hey, Rindou. Do you still remember about how I told you my mom disappeared a year ago. Abandoning me? What if that was a lie?”

Rindou could only stay silent, listening to his former best friend whilst still on guard, ready to defend himself. “My father had abandoned me and mom before I was born. And mom was neglectful of me. I always wanted her attention, you know? To have her smile at me at least once. I decided to study hard and become a doctor. To make her proud. I thought maybe. Just maybe. That would get her to look at me. When I finally got the job, I went home. To show my mom my certificate. Only for her to still not pay attention to me.” Mikey chuckled, it sounded hateful.

“I finally snapped. I yelled at her, demanding that she looked at me. To tell me just what I did wrong. Then, she finally turned to look at me, she was glaring at me. In pure hatred."

"It was then I learned the truth from her. Mom had been raped by my father and ended up pregnant. I was the product of a rapist and his rape victim. I felt my entire life came crashing down on me. By the time I realized what I was doing, I was strangling her by the neck. She was looking at me in fear, her eyes begging for me to let go, struggling to breath… I wanted to let go. But… my body did not seem to listen. Eventually, she died weirdly enough. I did not feel remorse. In fact, I was happy. I took a knife from the kitchen and carefully removed her face.”

"Why, Mikey?" Rindou asked, his voice barely a whisper. "Why did you do it?"

Mikey's smile widened; his eyes gleaming with madness. "Because I wanted her to look at me," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "I wanted her to see me for who I truly am." He shrugged, “And since then, I started killing women and taking their faces. Preserving them in this very room for me to admire. For them to always look at me.”

And then, before Rindou could react, Mikey lunged at him with a knife in hand, his movements swift and precise. Dodging the blade by mere inches, Rindou fought back tooth and nail with all his strength, his mind racing with a thousand thoughts. But it was no use. Mikey was too strong, too fast. With a savage grin, he pressed his advantage, driving Rindou back against the wall with each blow.

Just when all hope seemed lost, a shadow emerged from the darkness, its form towering over them like a spectre from another world. With a mighty roar, it lunged at Mikey, knocking him to the ground with a force that sent shockwaves through the room. As Mikey lay sprawled on the floor, knocked out cold, Rindou moved in to apprehend him, his hands trembling with adrenaline.

He looks back the shadow in which was in a form of knight, covered in armour, only to see it kneeling before him. It greeted him, it’s voice sounding eerie, “I, Rasheel, greet the Prince of Shadows.” Now Rindou was confused. One, this shadow knight came out of nowhere and protected, which he appreciates, Two, it called him prince. Prince of Shadows? Just what the heck is that?

Noticing the confusion on the young man’s face, the knight, Rasheel responded to answer his prince’s questions, “My prince. All of this must be confusing to you. We wanted to wait until you were of the proper age before knowing the truth. But.” Rasheel took a glance at the unconscious Mikey, “Seeing as to how the situation was dire. I had to intervene. If you wish to know. Please return home and search for your father’s journal. Everything shall be revealed then. Even the truth behind your powers. Goodbye, my prince.” Rasheel then seeped into the ground, returning to wherever he came from. Leaving Rindou to his own thoughts.

The truth of his powers? Rindou has sometimes wondered how he got it but never could come up with an answer. He repeated the words of the knight in his head. ‘Search for my father’s journal? What does my father have to do with this?’ Snapping back to reality, he shook his head. He should focus on the task at hand first. Rindou took out his phone called his captain. By the time backup arrived, Rindou was outside the house waiting with Mikey cuffed to the porch. He informed everything that happened to his captain, omitting, and leaving out the details about his shadows of course.

After a job well done, Rindou hurriedly drove back to his apartment. He opens the storage room and searches for his father’s stuff. When he finally found the journal, he hesitated. Ever since his death, Rindou had never dared to open his father’s journal before as it was private. But this would be the key to answering all his questions. So, without further ado, he opened the journal and read through the contents.

Hours later, he closes the journal. His gaze staring at a wall in a daze, trying to organize the information he had obtained from it. His father, YuHao, the great detective that has solved cases that were deemed unsolvable, was formerly the Monarch of Death. A being that control ruled over the souls of dead and the darkness itself. He was able to fully control and bend the shadows to his will and actually have the soul of the dead be fully form into a human rather than it being a swirl of black fog. That was how he was able to solve those cases that were deemed cold cases. He had the same power as Rindou, albeit more powerful than his. His father had fell in love with his mother who was a normal woman who found out about his ability on accident. He thought she would leave him after, but she was not afraid of him. They then had Rindou. Unfortunately, Rindou’s mother died of childbirth so his father was the one who raised him.

His father was the Monarch of Death. He was just like Rindou. And Rindou, is his heir. At that moment, Rindou had decided. He shall accept his fate. His father was a good man and raised him with care. He would make him proud of him. He will be the guardian of the shadows, the protector of the innocent, and the scourge of the wicked. For he was the Monarch of Death's Heir.

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The Infinite Library

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A small library with a worn façade stood in the centre of a busy metropolis, testament to the passing of time. Rows of bookcases stood like motionless sentinels within its walls, containing whispering secrets only the bravest could hear. Lisa, a youthful librarian with platinum-blonde hair and violet eyes as dark as the dusk sky, worked among these sacred corridors.

Lisa, a quiet and kind girl, is someone who loves books more than anyone in the world. Lisa saw the library as a haven, a haven from the chaos outside her window, not merely a place to work. With every turn of the page, she could escape reality and bury herself in a book here. She has read countless books and loves the peaceful tranquillity she gets when she immerses herself in the world of fiction. Which was why she loves her job as a librarian, the library was not huge but not small either. Although her life was humble, it gave her much happiness.

But today would be a day like no other, things would take a turn in Lisa’s life from her on. She was at her work desk, reading as per usual, not many people go to libraries now since the age of technology has taken over the modern times so she has plenty of quality time to enjoy her quiet time reading without having to work much. Placing the closed book in her hands on the desk, she closes her eyes and stretches her arms to ease out the numbness of being in the same position for hours. Another book has been read.

Opening her eyes again, her violet eyes staring at the ceiling as she lays on her chair, relaxing for a short while. Lisa was leaning back in her chair when her mind wandered to the unidentified area of the library that was said to contain old books and classified information. She had spent years working in the library, yet she had never come across it. She was attracted by the thought of this location, which sparked an adventurous spirit in her usually restrained personality. Surely, there must be plenty of books she has yet to read in that section of the library. As a bookworm, her desire to read any and all books was a flaw. Curiousness eventually took hold of Lisa’s mind. She could not stand it. She has to know.

Lisa let out a decisive sigh, got out of the chair, and fixed her librarian's uniform. She made up her mind that today was going to be the moment she discovered the library's mysteries.

Lisa got up from behind her desk and strolled along the aisles, her footfall resonating softly in the silent room. Her gaze swept over the book rows, looking for any indication of a strangeness. She stumbled upon a hidden switch concealed behind a bookshelf at the far end of the library. Intrigued, she hesitated for only a moment before pressing it, unaware of the profound consequences her actions would unleash. Lisa's curiosity aroused, and she carefully approached, her heart racing with anticipation. A concealed gateway clicked softly and opened, revealing a dark, narrow passageway. With her heart racing with anticipation, Lisa hesitantly moved forward for a brief instant, her curiosity surpassing any feelings of fear.

As she down a lengthy flight of spiral steps made of old stone, Lisa began to feel anticipation rising. With every step, the temperature dropped and darkness danced along the walls like ghosts of a past life. Air hitched in her throat as she emerged into a large hallway illuminated by gentle, golden light.

It was a magnificent library, with shelves that stretched upward as far as she could see. The walls were covered in books of all sizes and shapes, with mysterious inscriptions and odd symbols adorning their spines. But the floating bookshelves, which defied gravity with an unearthly grace, were what really caught Lisa's eye. Ethereal lamps illuminate the vast area with a gentle, flickering light, creating a warm glow over the scene.

Lisa stretched out and touched one of the volumes, its leather cover cold under her fingertips, and her heartbeat sped. She was startled to see as she turned the pages that the writing appeared to move and alter in front of her eyes—almost like it was alive. As she read, the writing of the book appeared more and more. Like a record.

Lisa was deep in concentration when she heard footsteps reverberating through the library's secret area. She looked around to see whoever had arrived and hurriedly slipped the novel under her arm.

A figure shrouded in a veil, their features hidden by the shadows, stood before her. Lisa watched, unsure of what to anticipate, her heart thumping in her chest. It was difficult to determine if the mysterious person was a man or a woman by their silhouette due to the shadows covering them.

Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper as she inquired, "Who are you?"

The figure then slowly stepped forward, the clicking of heels were loud in the deafening silent library. As the silhouette emerged from hiding, Lisa sees the figure to be a woman with a kitsune fox mask covering most of her face. The woman drew closer, she was slightly taller than Lisa. Lisa could not see the woman's features were hidden behind the mask, but she could still catch the glimpse of golden-yellow eyes eyeing her with a mix of wonder and laughter.

The woman said, "Welcome, successor," her voice resonating across the enormous library. "I am the Archivist, owner of this place."

The Archivist's massive form, with her red hair flowing down her back like a cascade of flame, made Lisa's pulse skip a beat. She felt a strange bond with the woman despite the fact she could not see her entire face—as if they were fated to be relatives.

"What exactly is this place?" Lisa inquired, hardly raising her voice beyond a whisper.

The Archivist bowed her head, her features haunted by the shadow of the fox mask. She said, "This is the Infinite Library, an archive of wisdom and insight beyond imagination, a place where the books that written within are not just stories. But of alternate realities with endless of possibilities being written and recorded in its very pages," her voice booming with such intensity that Lisa felt goosebumps run down her back. "And you, dear child, have been selected to be my successor."

Lisa's mind was racing with doubt and bewilderment as she stood in front of the mysterious person known only as the Archivist. She was completely confused to learn that she would be taking over as the Archivist's heir and the new tenant of the Infinite Library. Why her? Why was she deserving of a job this important?

Even more confused after hearing the Archivist's explanation. She was selected by the library itself, a location that even its present caretaker finds mysterious. The archivist admitted that she had no idea why Lisa had been chosen by the library, only that her tenure as its keeper was coming to an end and someone had to take her spot. To carry on the duty of protecting the library that inhabits innumerable records of these realities and to never allow this place to fall into the wrong hands.

Lisa hesitated and doubted, but she could not turn down the Archivist's offer. There was a peculiar pull, an unexplained affinity to the Infinite Library that she was unable to resist. So, reluctantly but determinedly, she consented to assume the role of the Archivist's replacement. The woman looked pleased, relief rather. It may have been her imagination but Lisa saw a small smile on the woman’s face and disappeared as soon as it appeared, returning to her stoic image.

The Archivist then gestured her hand, telling Lisa to follow her. She and Lisa moved across the shelves that numerous archives of realities that Lisa dares not to imagine resides. Together, they journeyed deeper, arriving to see a large glowing orb that was twice as big as a disco ball floating on a podium with strange eldritch-like symbols swirling around the bright blue glow.

The Archivist spoke, “This, is the heart of the Infinite Library—the Codex. It is the very thing that keeps this place intact and its connection to the alternate universes. Without it, the library will collapse and everything in here would be destroyed alongside the universes.” She added on, “Its connection to realities is not simple. As new worlds are formed, so does a new archive, the two are one of the same coin. If a book containing a world is destroyed, that world would be destroyed too.”

Lisa listened intently to the woman’s words, absorbing every word. She then returns her gaze to the glowing orb. The Codex was glowing ever so brightly. Despite its dazzling brilliance, Lisa was captivated to it and felt compelled to get closer.

She stretched her hand out to touch the Codex, and a dazzling burst of light shot out of the orb. Lisa felt a deep shift happening inside of her, and her heart raced as she closed her eyes from the intensity. She opened her eyes again and was surrounded by a bright blue glow, her senses sharpened, and the power and knowledge of the Infinite Library infused into her being. There was so much knowledge being imbedded into her mind that the mentality started to age rapidly. The power that has been given to her did not just change her personality but it also made her mortal body immortal.

Lisa became aware of the magnitude of her new responsibility at that same instant. She had assumed a role beyond that of a mere librarian, becoming a defender of information and the many secrets kept within the Infinite Library. She accepted her fate with a renewed sense of purpose and clarity, prepared to take on whatever obstacles that lied ahead. Unbeknownst to her, the Archivist, her now predecessor has vanished.

Lisa realised that her adventure had just begun as she stood in front of the Codex, her eyes gleaming with resolve. As the new Archivist, it would be her responsibility to protect the Infinite Library for future generations and make sure that its mysteries were permanently recorded in the annals of time.

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Look at my new cover!

Hey there my fellow readers! I would like to happily announced the new cover for my "Huntik x Highschool DxD" book with a new name: "A Seeker Lost in DxD". I am so happy with the results of the cover that I had commissioned since October. It took a long while because the artist had other commissions but it was worth the wait! (I'm kinda sad that the eye colour is wrong since its meant to be blue but I did not want to tell the artist on that and thought it was fine overall) On the left side is the cover I made using the commissioned art and on the right is the art created with incredible talent and effort with her signature on the bottom right corner.

This artist is none other than my wonderful classmate and senior who is an amazing artist, mahou.aesthete! She does alot of commissions for people. I hope you guys can follow her on her Instagram to check out her art as they are awesome! (Link to it down below) Pls give her support you guys!

https://www.instagram.com/mahou.aesthete/

Please look forward to the next chapter guys! Vivian is going for a wild ride!

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wolfkid888-blog · 2 months

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New story drop

Heyooo! I made a new story! Well technically not exactly new story but basically its a story filled with random short stories. I know I should be working on my other 2 books but hey! You readers can read the random shorts while waiting for a new chapter. I even have a special surprise for ya!

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New story idea that i can't use

I had a spark of inspiration for a new story idea from watching clips of "the tiger's apprentice" but once again I can't write it for now since I have to focus on my other stories.

Background: Long ago, in ancient china, before the shang dynasty, there were 4 ancient dragons that protected the land and it's people from demons of animosity. These demons were created from negative and ill emotions. The more negative energy they absorb, the stronger they get.

The 4 dragons fought against these demons and kept the land safe. Each dragon represented an element; fire, earth, water and air.

1000 years has passed since their creation. The 4 dragons continued to do their duty. The 4 had always gotten along with other like siblings. They were a family, inseparable. But nothing last forever.

A power-craved witch appeared and controled the demons into becoming her minions and wreak havoc all throughout china. The dragons fought against the evil witch for over 5 centuries. Her power was growing and the dragons were beggining to lose. So the 4 made plans to seal her away and turn her into stone to stop her.

3 of the 4 dragons had lost their lives against the witch with only 1 remaining to do the seal. The lone dragon had finished what her family had started and succeeded. The witch was gone. It was a tiring battle that ended in victory but not without cost.

The dragon cried in sorrow, mourning for her lost friends. She locked herself away in their home of solitude, only coming out when demons resurface. And since then, only 1 dragon had protected the land.

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wolfkid888-blog · 2 months

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Short story ideas and plans

I have 4 different stories from the short stories options I wish to write but can only choose 2 so I am in a dilemma. 2. "A group of archeologists unearth an artifact that transports them to various points in history, challenging their understanding of the past." - This gives me Doctor Who vibes. I suppose I can maybe have the artifact be the Tardis or perhaps I can use the Extrapulator from the Arrowverse which I know it's only used for jumping between different Earths but maybe I can change it's settings to using it for time travel. 4. "A librarian stumbles upon a hidden section of the library that contains books about alternate realities – and one of the books seems to be writing itself" - this is something people who write fanfictions such as myself would think of on a daily. As fanfiction writers, we like to think of many "if's" situations and scenarios of what could have happen in the stories we about from our favorite shows, movies, comics, etc. What if a different decision was made? What if this character had a different personality? What if there was another character thrown into the fray? So many what-if's which then becomes stories of alternate universes. That's why certain fanfiction writers have their profile names as The Watcher, The Librarian, The Creator, etc. Mine is the Archivist. We like to watch and read how these stories would have turned out if it had been different and archive it once it reaches it end. I think this would one of the 2 short stories I would write since it suits my taste.

8. "An amateur detective with the ability to talk to shadows delves into a mystery that the shadows are desperate to keep hidden." - this I can imagine using references from the manhwa Solo Leveling as the main character Sung Jin-Woo is the Shadow Monarch and during the ending of the manhwa, he became a detective using his necromancy skill to bring back the dead victims as his shadows to find their killers and giving them the peace they deserve. Perhaps I can use his son as the amateur detective and he delves into the mystery and finds out that his ability was hereditary from his father. Hmmmm..... 10. "A pair of siblings inherit a mysterious old mansion that rearranges its rooms every night, revealing new secrets and histories" - this gives me quite the image indeed. Reminds me of a certain show about these mysterious keys that somehow could unlock and allow people to enter other people's minds and stuff and once those kids reaches adulthood, they would have no memory about these keys at all. I forgot the name of that show. It was creepy.

I am kind of leaning towards 4 and 8 as my chosen short stories. I would need to think more about what I should write in it. Seeing as there is no word limit I might end up going too far. Who knows. And perhaps once I'm done, maybe I can use these stories and publish it in my wattpad stories even if it might not be my style. At least it would give my readers something to take their mind off of while waiting for my new chapters to arrive on my 2 stories I'm currently writing. I had gotten a writers block on them, I'm not sure how to proceed for those 2. Eventually I'm going to have to suck it up and write. Sigh...

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