“The Wind King?” Lukas echoed, “I reckon that’s more than just another fancy title made by Asukan pillocks to hide their insecurities?”
Tanya snorted. “Only an Outsider could say this. Being a King is the highest mantle one can attain in the Asukan Empire.”
A look of confusion spread on his face, as he sat down next to her. Their shoulders touched.. “Hang on, I thought the rulers of the kingdom were called Shoguns. Unless…”
“You’re right,” Tan...
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Tanya had a sudden sinking feeling.
“.... Me?” she croaked, feeling her fingers go numb. “Your goddess thought that I — that I…” she tried to put her growing apprehension and disbelief into words but failed dismally. “She said that I—”
“Had the power that could kill a god?” Lukas offered. “Yes, she described your Frost as something… something truly ancient, much like herself. That this power was feeble, crawling its way into the world, but if given the ch...
2023-01-12 16:03:49 +0000 UTC
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SOULSCAPE
NAME - Lukas Aguilar
Type - Prime Host
Level - 21
Experience - 4163
Current Threshold - 17640
Utilized Soul Capacity - 41408 / ∞
ESSENCE
Maximum Lifeforce Output - 82750
Replenishment Rate - 4600 / hour
LEY LINE NETWORK
2023-01-12 16:01:45 +0000 UTC
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Six years ago…
Zuken Banksi resisted the urge to shudder as he stared into the cold, hard eyes of his guest. There was not a speck of emotion in those gray orbs, no love, no hate, nothing. For a man who prided himself in reading faces, it was quite a disconcerting thing indeed. And that was without even considering who the man was.
“What can I do for you?”
The man turned towards his sole companion. “Are you sure he’s ...
2023-01-12 15:55:31 +0000 UTC
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The battle turned when Lukas Aguilar bore the brunt of the enemy’s combined attacks and shrugged it off with a snap of his fingers. It turned into a slaughter when he started chopping through muspels one after another, with his impossibly hard war-axe with the air of a man sweeping sweat off his brow. It became wholesale butchery when Frost-Queen Tanya began throwing out vacuum bomb explosions like they were going out of fashion.
Despite that, the inhabitants of the borderland kept fi...
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MONSTER PROTOTYPE — BYLESTYR
SKILLS - LEVEL
Fire Creation - LVL3
Fire Manipulation - LVL3
Temperature Manipulation - LVL3
Lifeforce Manipulation (Body Augmentation) - LVL3
Momentum Manipulation (Force Transference) - LVL3
“...”
Lukas stared at the information in surprise. This… this was what he was capa...
2023-01-12 15:51:14 +0000 UTC
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Dangerous.
That was the only word fluttering through Lukas’s mind, as he tried to keep his knees from hitting the floor. Terraporting had saved him from a gory death, but it was still an option on the table. He wasn’t foolish enough to consider himself safe, especially because he couldn’t leave the battlefield. Not yet.
And now they know I can terraport.
Information was one of the greatest tools you could hold in a fight, and was as valuable ...
2023-01-12 15:47:04 +0000 UTC
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Tanya was running late. As always, she had splurged a bit at the spa, and was just about to leave for the svartalfar mission. Lukas was probably hanging around the bridge. It seemed like the only place he liked to frequent. But Zuken had suddenly asked her to pay a quick visit before she left, which felt a little strange since the man had hardly spoken a word to her ever since the meeting with the svartalfars.
“I know this mission is vital for our continued business with ...
2023-01-12 15:44:40 +0000 UTC
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To say that they were mismatched would be a hilarious understatement.
On one side were two spiritists. Of these two, Lukas was the only one that could match these muspels in a one-on-one battle, and someone had to ensure the svartalfars weren’t attacked from behind. Tanya’s skills at close combat weren’t particularly useful here, and she was better suited to middle-ranged aerial bombing.
On the other side was an army of muspels. And ifrits. And dozens of creatures whose popu...
2023-01-12 15:43:12 +0000 UTC
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Everything was changing.
Harry knew in his heart that Hogwarts would be different this year. After everything that had transpired during the eventful summer, he’d be stupid to think it’d be the same. That Hagrid was absent, replaced by Professor Grubbly-Plank only reinforced the idea. At least Ron and Hermione had gotten away with walking out with him, Ginny, Neville and Luna, leaving the job of getting the younger years to the stagecoaches to the seniors.
But the act...
2023-01-08 12:50:45 +0000 UTC
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We have been working on Book 2, editing and perfecting it, now that we have finished more than 2 Acts of the book. We will start updating in about a week, and get started with Eight updates a month (every Tuesday and Saturday to be exact). We know it’s bothersome to not have consistent updates but we are working to make it an altogether better read, much like we did for Book 1.
Also, good news for Patrons. We will be increasing the READ-AHEAD chapters to ten,<...
2023-01-08 12:26:49 +0000 UTC
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After sitting with Daphne for a couple of hours, Harry had excused himself to go find his friends. After all the drama the compartment had witnessed, neither Daphne nor the others had anything to say to that. Besides, Parkinson’s expression kept reminding him of a mandrake’s butt the entire time. No doubt because of her plan to damage his relationship with Daphne diffusing like that. As time passed by, he was increasingly certain that she was going to explode if she had to look at his fac...
2023-01-01 14:22:51 +0000 UTC
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“She’s not wrong,” Harry said, his eyes never leaving Daphne’s frozen orbs of blue. “I am seeing Fleur Delacour.”
Daphne went still. Like a mannequin. She gripped the window grill with one arm firmly, straightening her posture, and stopped moving entirely. It was like watching a creature in the wild, getting ready to flee or fight, or escalate, or any of a dozen different reactions. Harry didn’t know what Daphne’s reaction would be, but his mind ran through a wo...
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2022-12-20 17:40:40 +0000 UTC
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Harry watched as Ron and Hermione left for the Prefect carriages. It still pissed a part of him that he was being passed over for the Prefect position. Part of him wanted to yell at the unfairness of it all, but deep down, he knew he didn’t deserve the position, either. Apart from catching the snitch in Quidditch matches and getting into trouble, he had barely applied himself to studies. Although he was learning magic, he had associated it with homework.
Mundane. Dul...
2022-12-19 19:38:18 +0000 UTC
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“I just don’t get it,” Pansy Parkinson said rather sourly. “You of all people muddying yourself by fraternising with the likes of Potter. Seriously Daphne, did you check for love potions?”
Daphne rolled her eyes, choosing to stare out of the Hogwarts Express that was currently halted at the Platform Nine and three-quarters of Kings Cross station. The entire platform was overflowing with throngs of witches and wizards for their annual departure to Hogwarts. Even with the grey s...
2022-12-09 19:33:32 +0000 UTC
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2022-12-05 20:30:03 +0000 UTC
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Cornelius Fudge entered his office and deposited his bowler hat and overcoat on the hatstand before taking his seat. Then he pulled open a drawer and removed a bottle of firewhiskey from which he took a quick shot to fortify his nerves. One could hardly go through meeting after meeting with high-profile individuals each day without some liquid courage. Though ever since the trial, he had taken to it aggressively.
Granted, he hadn’t faced the flak of the Wizengamot directly, b...
2022-11-30 21:02:13 +0000 UTC
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The night was very cold for August. The Wizarding Wireless had mentioned an anomalous change in weather patterns, so it wasn’t unexpected. If this continued, then in a few weeks it’d get cold enough that the drunks of Knockturn Alley would start freezing to death. Someone would see a body, and eventually call the Aurors, who’d show up and fill out a complaint that the body had been found and presumed accidentally frozen to death. A very convenient way to kill off someone. Knock th...
2022-11-25 05:28:20 +0000 UTC
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“The first time we met at Gringotts,” Fleur began simply, “it was a nightmare. I was just getting used to my new life. Between the grilling job hours, a merciless taskmaster, living all by myself in a muggle house, and surviving my nightmares, I was managing to keep myself on my feet. I wasn’t exactly Little Miss Stability, but I was surviving. And then, Overseer Griphook threw me your way. Can you guess why?”
Harry’s eyes twitched slightly. He knew what goblins were capable...
2022-11-22 18:09:21 +0000 UTC
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“You might not believe it, but for the longest time, I never realised I was beautiful.”
Harry was seated at the kitchen table, with a teapot going. Fleur had an electric toaster, even though it was an old one, so he made them some toast and layered it with jam and strawberry. He hadn’t quite gotten around to eating last night, not after the eye-opening discussion with Sirius, and Fleur looked like she could do with some breakfast.
Whether or not she ended up eating it was an...
2022-11-22 18:07:46 +0000 UTC
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Fleur sat wrapped in a blanket on her sofa, staring at the crackling flames, trying not to break down and cry like a child. She took a deep breath, trying for what she was sure was the fiftieth time to calm herself down. She was sure that if she had at least an idea of what was going to happen next, she might feel a little better, even if it was something horrible.
The last week had been the absolute worst in her life. Ever since that confrontation with William, she hadn’t seen a hair...
2022-11-22 18:03:15 +0000 UTC
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Fleur Delacour suppressed a sigh as she sorted through the papers. As expected, Overseer Griphook had several dozen papers for her to sort out, explain things in excruciating detail to an increasingly bored Harry Potter, and then have him sign them using one of their patented Blood Quills. Really, why was she pushing papers around when the only thing she wanted was to jump Harry’s bones on the very same table and have him cry for mercy.
“Well, Delacour? Is that all?”
Fleur g...
2022-11-22 18:02:28 +0000 UTC
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The party was in full swing.
After his stirring (clumsy, in Harry’s opinion) speech, Sirius and Andi had led the guests to the food tables. It was brilliant in one respect, and utterly awkward in another. Sirius had taken the top of the table on one end, with Andi and Nymphadora on either side. Harry had been shafted to the other end of the long table, diametrically opposite him, with Fleur on one side, and Daphne on the other, with her sister and father further along. Hermione had go...
2022-11-22 18:00:27 +0000 UTC
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The sudden intrusion from Ron cut through his thoughts like one of the new knives Kreacher had gotten for the kitchen.
Harry met his oldest friend’s eyes, idly noticing that the lanky redhead had gained several inches, again, he might add, crossing six feet. Most of the freckles on his face had vanished, replaced by a slight sharpening of the features, which only served to accentuate the scowl on his face. Harry had been looking forward to having some choice words with his tw...
2022-11-22 17:59:11 +0000 UTC
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Harry’s euphoria at getting the Thunderbolt V quickly died down as his godfather ran him down with the list of things he had to keep in mind for the day. The party was going to officially start at noon, and per the invitation, attire was ‘semi-formal’. Knowing wizards, that could mean anything, given how insulated they were from muggle fashion. Harry had directly gone to bed after getting home from his most exhausting trial, so he hadn’t been there to help Sirius and Andi who had work...
2022-11-22 17:58:14 +0000 UTC
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He was back amidst the ice.
Despite having been here before, the transition felt just as shocking as the first time. Bitter, arctic wind slapped against his face with an alien prejudice, as if him being there was an affront to the being that rested within. Hateful stalagmites rose like empty coffins, each as thick as he was tall, while several feet of ice paved the floor. The air was dry, and every breath was a hefty exertion.
This was no mere cold. It was a ...
2022-11-22 17:56:41 +0000 UTC
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