Chapter 44: Family Meeting

Chapter Five: Dawn of the Lotus

Morning light cascaded through the intricately carved lattice windows, casting a soft, golden glow that danced across the room and warmed the luxurious silk sheets entwined around her body like a gentle embrace. The air was rich with the mingling scents of sweet incense, the delicate allure of foxfire, and the lingering whisper of smoke from the extinguished candles, creating an atmosphere both serene and enchanting.

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Acidalia XXIV
By Amanda D.

Wednesday October 7th 9:37am:

The Sisters compound:

Robi stood over the bed checking her semi-conscious patient’s pulse. She carefully watched the second tick off on her wristwatch as she counted heartbeats. Satisfied, her vital signs were close enough to normal, she jotted the information down on the victim’s chart. As she did, she quietly observed the small, still body on the bed hoping for signs she was regaining consciousness.

This was my original idea for Shadowsblade, very little TG in the main plots

I am just posting it to see if anyone like this so far and understand this part would be about chapter 5 or 6 out of ten plus
and note BIG TIME if I did write this, it would not be 'cute and fluffy' think more long the lines of bloody revolutionary war

tell me what you all think PLEASE?

Trey is in for a surprise when he goes to clean out the dressing room at his job...

“Happy Anniversary.”

“Happy Anniversary, Adam”

They were standing next to their car. Adam had rushed around to the driver side so he could hold the door for her. They exchanged a chaste kiss as she stepped out from behind the wheel. Reluctantly, she let go of his hand. “I can’t be late.”

“I’ll be in my usual spot.”

“Love you.”

“Love you. Always in all ways.”

Roana smiled every time he said that. She walked from the car into the restricted area of the stadium.

Scott Hanes knew it was supposed to be a challenge, but spending the night in a haunted mansion couldn't be too hard, could it?

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

Chapter 21 – The Iron Ridge

The mountain’s silence didn’t last long. First came a low, mechanical hum rolling across the slope, trembling the icy stones beneath their boots. Kara’s team re-formed at the edge of the ruined pillbox, boots crunching over spent shell casings and scorched metal fragments. The smell of burnt alloy hung in the thin air, sharp and bitter, mingling with the ozone tang from discharged plasma. Flickers of ruined circuitry pulsed in the visor light from each soldier’s HUD, painting the ground with ghostly blue reflections.

Chapter Four: The Voice in the Dark

Author's Note: There is a plot, it starts to take off in this chapter, but there will still be chapters that focus more on Whit and Lucy's relationship and trauma. Something I haven't made clear that I will need to in future edits is that the story is taking place in a rural town In Illinois called Mud Creek. It's the kind of place that has very powerful gravity. My three main characters, Lucy, Whit, and Grace are all stuck in Mud Creek. Thank you reading and I so appreciate the comments!

Chapter 5 Dead Battery September 11, 2025

In the quiet heart of southwestern Wyoming, a small town clings to its small-town ways. But when a sudden boom brings big money and bigger secrets, what’s left of the town they thought they knew?

As usual, I want to thank Malady for beta reading, and helping edit.
I'd also like to thank those who comment for their part in beta reading too! :-)

Chapter 32

July 5th, 2028

10:00 AM

Subject: You’re not who they cheer for

From: millieB@ghosttrail.net

To: denise.smith@gradecounty.org

Denise,

You looked radiant in the parade. The ponytail, the swimsuit, the cheers. All so perfect.

But let’s be honest. They weren’t cheering for you. They were cheering for the land. The trust. The inheritance. You’re the vessel, not the victory.

They smile because they want something. They praise because they’re afraid to lose access. You think they see you—but they see acreage, not identity.

You’re not their daughter. You’re their deed holder.

Enjoy the spotlight while it lasts.

—Millie

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.

“This has been going on for some time.”

Another Country -7-
by Erin Halfelven

Sexual Healing
From an idea by Our Lady in Twilight
By Maryanne Peters

“Sexual healing is something that's good for me …Come take control, just grab a hold of my body and mind, soon we'll be making it, honey, I'll be feeling fine. You're my medicine, open up and let me in. Darling, you're so great, I can't wait for you to operate…”

Death

Over the next week, I started thinking about things. Who was I interested in? Was it boys, girls, or both? Did it even matter, since the whole town was family and they were likely all also being offered the chance to change bodies? Some of them wouldn’t, but they probably all had the choice.

But I wasn’t sure at all. I wasn’t really feeling that kind of feeling. Wasn’t sure at all who I might want to ask to date. I told Mom about it.

Sometimes death isn't the end. Sometimes, people can come back with new lives and new powers. This is one of those times.

This is a serial story with litrpg and gamelit elements.