Sophia Garcia
Stories
8
Chapters
3,710
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2.7 M
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Things had certainly changed at the guild hall manor in Riven’s absence, and it left Riven wondering why Allie hadn’t told him about it. Kathrine Vonsilla Crushada the 9th, eldest daughter to the Duke and Dutchess of House of Crushada, 107th in line for the vampiric throne was somehow standing at the front of Riven’s multi-story home in a pristine black dress adorned with bright red flowers. Her brown hair was swept to one side, elegantly shining in the light of numerous lanterns that now…
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It looked like he had some time before the next set of events concerning the world quest. That was if he didn’t get assassinated in the meantime by other participants who could no doubt track his location with the ‘ping Chalgathi artifacts’ ability. Then again, perhaps his growing and sinister reputation would cause the others to fuck right off. That Japanese man had certainly tucked tail and run, leaving his compatriots to be slaughtered when Riven had appeared last time. Using this time to his…
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Warlock Summoner vs. Warlock Devastator. An interestingly beneficial pathway regardless of which choice he took. On one hand with the summoner option he could have an additional 4 minions, with all of his minions being powered up by 5% to all stats. On the other hand with the devastator option he was still able to acquire at least 1 more minion while focusing primarily on himself - having his passive physical damage increased by 1% of his mana pool at any given time depending on how full it was. It…
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Riven sat in an underground room on a blood covered rocking chair, smoking a cigar, red eyes glinting in the darkness. His armor was cast to the side, having been discarded momentarily after not having felt the air on his bare skin in so long - and he looked almost ridiculous in just a pair of undergarments. He didn’t care. Wearing those Chalgathi artifacts for so long had made him really appreciate the finer things in life - like being able to take clothes off. This place was mostly devoid of light…
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Firstly I'd like to say I really appreciate a site like Royal Road being around, because it helps whenever I get constructive criticism as I'm able to fix both grammar and flaws with the book(s). I very much engage with constructive criticism and have changed the story multiple times when stuff has been pointed out to me regarding problems with the story. It also gave me a springboard to get an audience, and now I'm finally able to pursue my dream of becoming a writer. I always wanted to do this as a kid,…
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“Are you sure you don’t want company? You haven’t left your room since your first attempt.” Mara stated with worry in her voice and furrowed brows. She looked like a schoolteacher with those glasses on. A lot more human and a lot less ghoulish, with brown hair and lavender eyes thanks to another of the King’s amulets supplied for Allie and her subordinates. “I worry about you Allie. It was bad when Riven left, but now it’s even worse. Forget about that old grouchy man, if anything just do…
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It was her very first day of school, and Allie was excited. Allie’s living quarters were built into one of many two-story barracks behind the arena. Though she wouldn’t have ever called this specific set of quarters a barracks herself as the rooms were made for high class lords and ladies of the court. She nevertheless was given one of the best available and was stationed on the top floor, despite insisting to be treated like any other of the academy attendees. Following Sherine - who was doing her…
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High Queen Nephridi curiously watched as the armies of the invading forces began to finally breach Panu’s realm. These world quests always started later than the others due to the extreme difficulty the local forces often had in deterring professional armies of already established factions, even if there were level caps. Lazily glancing out over the capital city of her homeworld with buildings of eloquent designs sprawling out into the horizon, she picked up an extremely high quality fruit out of a bowl…
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The visage of the great maw in the sky echoed across the landscape with a roar that shook the heavens, and the landscape was painted red. Riven gingerly kissed the forehead of Athela’s limp, bloodied corpse through his mask, picked up her tiara to put it away with her body, then slid them both into his spatial sack before slowly standing up. A boom of power tore apart everything around him - the ground, the civilians hiding nearby, the general goods store his minions had been ambushed in - everything…
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The merchant and his servants bowed low, exiting the storage room full of boxes and crates to shut the door behind him. His feet clapped against the store’s floor until the sound of the next door at the far end of the hall opened and shut again - leaving the beholder demon alone with Athela and Fay in the dark. Not that any of them had any qualms with being in the dark, they were demons. Athela casually glanced around, not seeing anyone or anything that could be a threat, then folded her arms. Fay’s…
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