Sophia Garcia
Stories
8
Chapters
3,710
Words
2.7 M
Comments
0
Reading
9 d, 5 h
-
Riven’s body exploded backwards as Blessing of the Crow engulfed him, wrapping him in a shroud of black and red wisps akin to a bloody phantom, and the ground underneath him erupted as his soul pillars went into overdrive. Despite who he was facing, he could not falter. Losing was not an option, and though he hated to harm his friends and family - they would not be permanently affected by the beatdown he was about to present them with. Assuming he’d win, that is. Which, honestly enough, wasn’t a…
-
Coming to a platform’s ledge on the right-hand side of the miles-wide enclosed arena, Riven and the rest of his group made camp with the hundreds of high-end undead minions surrounding their camp as a buffer to all onlookers; courtesy of Allie and Retesh. Just because Elysium said ‘Violence will not be permitted’ while waiting, that didn’t necessarily mean crazies wouldn’t attempt it. Especially if those crazies were associated with Greed, given recent events. Riven didn’t know what Elysium…
-
Jarntus Bemule left the trading enclave with only a half-hearted smile and a word of thanks, with the other humans from the Idorac Federation trailing him. He hadn’t gotten what he’d wanted, not exactly anyways, but Riven also wasn’t willing to promise him anything beyond an “I’ll look into it.” “You could have been a bit more forthright in your interest.” Allie stated absentmindedly, raising an eyebrow in her brother’s direction as the Earl left. “I could tell that you wanted to know…
-
A large fissure appeared, far larger than any of the others, and its conjuration led to a shudder that the entire multiverse felt. Each universe was washed in the spark of creation as pieces of Elysium fell from the beyond; and a new presence began to seep into the deep, dark places of space. Silence reigned in the ever expanding darkness of the prison that Gluttony had come to know so well over the eons. His mind turned, watching his counterparts leave this place of solitude along with all of their own…
-
The canyon complex and sprawling tent city was full of dead-end trenches dug into the greater cliff faces beneath the swarms of flying monsters, giving the more prominent factions of the descent on floor 2 areas of relative security to hunker down in. The Deadman's Featherfall Trading Guild, a notorious mafia enterprise known for its exorbitant prices and unyielding dedication to quality, had claimed one of these particular trenches as its own and had a reputation on the second level as a place to find…
-
The stairway piercing through the darkness for miles down was lit aflame, with bodies of strange, black, carnivorous manta-ray-like void beasts each the size of a small whale called “Gliffards” covering the innumerable steps in all directions. The raging ball of hellfire Riven summoned overhead sprouted trails of liquid heat that washed over the enemies by the hundreds, and the spell would be on cooldown for another week because of it. Surprisingly enough he’d actually ended up locking his blood…
-
Riven had been abnormally silent since the encounter with his mother’s vision, to the point where others had started to notice. Still, he’d done a good job at keeping his emotions under wraps even despite this - and was quick to reel in any outward signs of his internal turmoil. Feeding in the shadow of a towering skyscraper, his heart pounded in his chest - and Gluttony’s instinctual desire to feed slowly began to fade. His fangs were sunk into the injured gargoyle, and draining the blood out of…
-
The Gambler’s body was scattered, in shambles after the eradication of the underground temples in The Abyssal Descent. The black crystal that’d been hoarded there for eons was now gone, rejoined to its original wielder, and even now as he swept through the darkness into the deeper recesses of the abyss - he could feel the presence of Lillith growing. His arch nemesis had gotten the better of him… this time. Still. He couldn’t blame himself for trying even despite circumstances having not been…
-
Elder Thune’s white ponytail trailed down his back as his crimson eyes darted over the tome in his hands. Pale candle light illuminated the crypt, and an ancient, shriveled vampire in front of him rested inside an open coffin. “The fallen god has been found, master… Our rise back to power beckons us from the outer reach.” Elder Thune whispered, his black robes shifting slightly from a mana breeze that was only barely there after untold years of decay. His fingers traced the ancient sigils of lost…
-
The path of Red and Black called to him while the air shattered, and his specialty Blood Pillar - Profane Cyclone - was building in power as more and more of the creatures around him died like flies. The sky was split with arcs of black lightning that roared around him as he moved in harmony with Gluttony’s own predatory instincts, smashing through enemies in explosive detonations with the original sin’s full might and amplifying it with his own innate power. Buildings crumbled to dust, and the…
- Previous 1 … 309 310 311 … 371 Next