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Best novels to readIn a place far away, known by the name Sinterobe, the state of normality is to be born as beings of necromancy. Some of the more powerful beings of Sorcery proved their dominance to those who fell short of their sorcery strength by way of a portal, in which the gift of necromancy passes through. The portal of Kai.
Those who are of lesser power suffer the consequences of what their fate handed to them.
“This has not happened before,” Ino said as he addressed the citizens of Sinterobe. “If we let it stay, then it shall surely repeat itself. Let us rid ourselves of this vermin.”
“Two things ascertain ones failure in Sinterobe: born with a broken Kai or eventually getting a broken Kai. Until now, there has not been a recorded incident of a child born without the portal.”
As a master of manipulating fire, water, and a highly learned authority in the craft of wizardry, Ino was powerful enough to turn Sinterobe into dust if unchecked. Ino is a highly respected member, and well-known for his work at the empire’s University of Magmaveth.
“Let us keep the Vermin talk to a mute. The child is protected until this matter is settled appropriately,” Bantuli replied as got up. The room, called the Sinter room, was magically large enough to fit all of Sinterobe. As this was an event that has not happened before, almost every Sinterian citizen was present.
“You think your friends mediocre spell can stop my rage from consuming that entity if I so will it!?” Ino said angrily. Ino’s slim, rough-looking, but sophisticated appearance, together with is Kai’s strength, commanded fear and respect from most Sinterians. Rastabald and Bantuli were one of the few exceptions.
“Watch your tongue boy, or has your mind let you forget what happened the last time you tried to challenged me?” Bantuli commanded. “You will eventually need my help to stay alive.”
“You think your friends mediocre spell can stop my rage from consuming that entity if I so will it!?” Ino said angrily. Ino’s slim, rough-looking, but sophisticated appearance, together with is Kai’s strength, commanded fear and respect from most Sinterians. Rastabald and Bantuli were one of the few exceptions.
“Watch your tongue boy, or has your mind let you forget what happened the last time you tried to challenged me?” Bantuli commanded. “You will eventually need my help to stay alive.”
Bantuli reminded Ino of his mortal soul and why his words, and world, superseded him.
“If I ask and you don’t give, I will turn you and Sinterobe into ashes!” Ino yelled.
Spells were casted from every corner of the empire by the many citizens of Sinterobe towards Ino to show their disgust at his threat to the empire’s dearest “treasure”.
Spells with minimal damage were legal to cast without the need for official declaration. It was considered to be crucially important for the self-defense of Sinterobe. Ino braced it all and sent some back. All through the altercation, Bantuli was protected by everyone else.
“Enough!” Rastabald ordered, her voice booming to the far reaches of the massive room.
All of Sinterobe had mastered spells to hear and answer the call of the one with the gift of manipulating the time of anyone she is emotionally vested in.
“Unless, you want to make me angry,” Rastabald continued, “you will be quiet and do what Bantuli tells you.”
Rastabald is, undoubtedly, one of the most powerful in Sinterobe. The respect that came with being the sister to Maveth, the royal queen of Sinterobe, was enough to fear the blonde master necromancer. Unfortunately, Rastabald was mortal. She became one of the many who Bantuli needed to stay alive.
“Of course!” Ino replied fast and loud. “I am not surprised at your support for him this time. The word out is you put the child in her after she utterly refused sexual advances from you.”
Ino’s words, although they held no magic in them, was powerful enough to make the room, full with chatterboxes, feel empty from the silence that followed his comment.
“It is no secret that Bettllin is a woman that I have shown affection for over the years,” Rastabald spoke, as she walked towards Ino who stood his ground. “But as you are, personally, well aware of what I am capable of, you know that I cannot conjure up a child. Especially one without a Kai! So, I suggest you seal you mouth or I will not be as merciful this time around.”
“I do not have a problem officially delivering another canister of pain to your wounded ego,” Rastabald continued, as the
suns of Sinterobe darkened.
The first sound of panic was witnessed when a Sinterian rushed out of the room.
“Oh, old friend,” Ino replied, as the two powerful lords watched each other carefully. “I have truly learnt my lesson.”
Ino did the unexpected and walked out of the room without causing any further trouble. His somewhat mature action came as a surprise as he was the ‘always aggressive Ino’.
“Thank you, Rastabald,” Bantuli said. “The child will live.”
Bantuli, more than Rastabald, had proven once more that he was still in charge.
Best novels to readBest novels to read“A child born without magical powers but, more importantly, born without a way to collect magic. One born without the portal of Kai is set to be doomed in a place where every breath drawn reeks of sorcery.”
It was in almost all Sinterians opinion that the child ‘saved’ by Bantuli was far from safe in Sinterobe.
“There may be a force to be reckoned with in the child,” Egre concluded, as he spoke to Rastabald.
“I do not see how that may be,” Rastabald replied, continuing as she walked towards Egre. “He was born without a portal. Two things almost secures one’s failure in Sinterobe. Born with a broken Kai or eventually get a broken Kai.”
Egre could not help himself as he always caught himself staring at Rastabald’s body, especially now as she walked while she spoke. She was in her typical outfit of long, slim-fitted trousers and a jacket atop a tight shirt that sat wonderfully with her tasteful curves.
“I cannot get enough of your wonderful natural gifts,” Egre said, smiling. The two were alone in Rastabald’s bedroom.
“Now is not the time,” Rastabald said. “I did not hire you for your good looks alone.”
“Yes, master Rasta,” Egre the transporter said playfully. “But the vessel, himself, is a form of energy; one that can be easily transferred as he has no Kai.”
“What are you saying?” Rastabald asked, to be sure her thoughts match with his.
Egre was a twelfth level wizard teleporter, the lowest level of wizardry in Sinterobe. He was able transport himself, or another entity, five times in one year.
However, Egre made up for his lack of major necromancy with the study, and effective mastery, of spells that were powerful enough to cause major significance. In terms of his brilliant mind, only a few of Sinterobe’s finest were on the same wave-length with him even though he is only of average height and build.
In a quest to survive, Egre offered his services to any high level magician that wanted to understand or know how to use an ‘almost impossible’ enchantment. His handsome and masculine features always helped him in the quest for survival. Egre always attributed his dark complexion to ‘basking in the suns of Sinterobe’.
Rastabald, the first degree necromancer of time, offered Egre protection in exchange for teaching her his brilliant ways of
studying the most difficult of spells to her exclusively. She enjoyed
the fact that most of the Spells were too powerful for Egre himself to use in its physical form.
“You could use the child for your quest of immortality Rasta,” Egre said. He watched as Rastabald’s slender body brightened in fiery ambition. Her face glowed at the thought of having an immortal soul. “You will, once again, be the architect of your youthful looks and strength.”
“I love your incredible mind,” Rastabald said as she placed Egre in a trance spell of pure ecstasy. She combined all the past times he had felt joy and made him feel it again. But this time, all at once. As Rastabald slowly began to undress, the ordinarily gentle loner savagely tore off his clothing to rush towards his lustful desire.
“Not so fast,” Rastabald said, smiling as she slowed down time enough to stop Egre’s motion.
She sensually undressed herself. Egre, who was still in a trance, enjoyed the pleasurably painful sight. He watched Rastabald slowly uncover her perfectly shaped bosoms. Then, to Egre’s pre-
orgasmic surprise, the master necromancer had quickened time enough to be completely bare.
Egre’s body could not help but quiver as Rastabald used her magic to walk towards him in a slow motion. As he could not move, Rastabald magically enhanced her strength to slam him flat on her vibrating carpet.
“Ahh,” Egre said pleasurably smiling.
Rastabald laid her curvaceous body atop Egre’s protrusion while her toned arms grabbed hold onto his strong ones.
“Now I will release you,” Rastabald whispered, as she gently kissed his ears. “Don’t hold back, love.”
Rastabald felt Egre responding to her voice in a solid, strong, and hardened way. It was the only right way at that moment.
“I like when you are in this state,” Rastabald said as she released Egre from her time spell. “You are always ready!”
Then she rode her sexually pent-up creation with a fast motion spell of her own. The two sweaty freaks of nature held onto anything possible in their glorious orgasmic escapade.
In a moment of pure ecstasy, the master necromancer manipulated time enough for them to reach a sexual climax together. It was a breathless room for a few seconds afterward. The two fell on each other as they laid passed out, after their steamy adventure.
“I love you,” Egre always managed to say. “I know,” She always replies.
“Still beautiful,” he whispered. Rastabald always enjoyed hearing that last bit.
She, also, always said their adventures were one of her extra ways of paying Egre, for his brilliant mind’s capacity. Given that Egre taught her most of the spells she had mastered and adding to her necromancy strength, she felt it was a deserving reward.
“Enjoy, my boy,” Rastabald said. “We have got work to do.
Already, I can feel my redemption at hand,” she whispered in a satiable manner.
Egre could hear the woman he had come to love perfectly clear but was too occupied in his euphoric state of mind to reply.
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What is humanity?
Is it a soldier taking a death bullet for his enemy’s son?
Is it picking up trash from where it is not suppose to be?
Is it a surgeon heartbroken over the one he loses in the battle of healing?
Is it a woman loving a man to the fullest?
Is it a hidden identity of a dark and intensified nature of a sort?
Is it holding on to life as possible as you can?
Is it a mother alluring a group of enemy soldiers to her private corners so her child could escape for a chance of another moment of breathe?
Is it dying for a belief ?
Humanity is a representation of subconscious oath that our closeness makes for us.
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“Adorability and cuteness is what seems to pass for greatness in the world these days,
My heart breaks as it yearns for the days of intriguing brilliance.
You are not guilty of letting the self-selected few paint an illusion of evolution and freedom;
You are guilty of taking things as it is and making it your reality.
Because I love being dumb!”
Dumb old Jack concluded.
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Poems about life 3: Dumb Old Jack 2
Dumb old Jack skipped and hopped in his usual fulfilled ways in the streets of folly town “Test his wits once more and you will see that his luck is spent” they said with a frown Yet another moment for the Misunderstood to prove how much his “insanity” has grown
How does it feel to know that you got to the ending of a beginning you started? It feels like success
What do you define as success? The pursuit of a willful purpose
So if my purpose was to destroy the world and lay waist to the idea of freewill and freedom,
Will you consider that success if I pursue with ferocious precision?
Yes.
The people began, for the first few times to listen to what the Castaway has to offer Dumb Old Jack smile, laughed, jumped, tussled and bustled ,danced and continued:
Alas! I see hope in form of open mindedness I see unity because of the openness
I am but a mind in a vessel or a vessel in a mind, that disguises my madness Not the other way around. If you understand me then I smile with kindness But in all seriousness
My name is Jack and I love being dumb!
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Poems about life 4: Dumb Old Jack 3
In the streets of folly town
Where dumb old jack was known as the clown Angry voice rises to bring him down
As the mass begin to recognize Jack as the one with the crown Instead of the reputation he use to have that did not make them frown, People from low and high gather around him in suits and lovely gown
Dumb old Jack wobbled and hopped as he sings loud and proud:
“Smile you wondrous beast
You have outshined the outshinner Gyrate you mystical monster
You have beaten Tough to a pulp Dance you mental calculator
I see minds wander with a wonder of how the founder makes thunder that could seem yonder from me
Take my words however you may but know
You are a lion of your domain when you are master of your choices even in the snow
Take whatever life hands over and craft into an irresistible force so the world may hear your roar
On that note,
I am Jack and I love being dumb!”
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Poems about life 5: My Angel
Fresh dew of a breezy morning
Love as pure as the heavens. Sunset and sunrise,
Alluring beyond words could compare; ’tis my angel is ones sight.
The most beautiful radiant of the earth, Rarest beauty in all the worlds,
Thrill of a lifetime,
Looks that send soothing chills down my vein, ’tis how my angel feels.
Search the mountains so high, Ocean so big,
Land so vast,
To the end of ends,
’tis how my angel unrivaled.
My song to you, an eternal oath. To be with and to love, Till the next day after eternity.
Poems about life 6: Dark Upon a Time
Once upon a time in the land of the weary,
There lived three friends – Horse, Tortoise and Canary.
Horse runs far and wide so they may stay ahead and be savvy.
Canary flies ahead as she sings so Horse may hear and follow her melody.
Tortoise keeps the group’s spirit up with gifts of laughter and love for deserved victory.
Horse and Canary claim and boast of self sufficiency in surviving their doomed journey of misery
Horse and Canary also claims Tortoise cannot survive without their help in their town of treachery
Tortoise rebutted with friends of sort as they undermine is deeds until the point of passed boundary
Horse and Canary proved their worth by masterfully navigating in their gloomy area of damnatory
The Soar- flyer and the Road- runner pridefully ignored warnings of the Gift-giver expressed allegory
Times changed. So did friendship formed in conditioned circumstanced and overwhelming annihilatory
The gift-giver left the group but in truth only perished in worry.
Horse and Canary separated ways shortly after for there was no merry. How they wish they could turn back time when things were as ordinary.
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A realistic weird story Quite simple really
There was a man named Murry
For many years he ran the ship called Betty As a captain at sea and money
A man of comfort and luxury His greatest pride, Lori
The woman that makes him merry
Captain Murry rushed with a hurry to marry the wonder of his glory, Lori Lori and Murry happily live in jolly closeness like they were ebony and ivory They travelled the world together on watery adventures mostly.
Captain Murry and slyly gunned down his filthy enemy, Jacky because of an act of disloyalty. His Ship took damages of great worry
He was thankful his Lori was not abode the fatty, Betty High waters defeated the rest of the captain’s men of gritty Captain ended up in a place that he called muddy
His thought of Lori got him through many years of lonely and taunting varieties of memory After a nearly decade, captain Murry finally gets to see Lori
Lori is with another Murry who is not a captain and not sorry Murry sadly moved on and married another honey
Lori shot her with a deadly gun she calls Lovely
Captain Murry recruited mates and celebrated by lodging bullets into not Notacaptain Murry. Murry and Lori love is of different energy but definitely more fiery.
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A man who puts a vest on to blow up another fellow man giving an excuse of love for religion Is a pathetic excuse of a man and a despicable thing.
Have your life no worth or do you hate yourself so much to desecrate your beautiful form With such loathing thing
I have no doubt that there is an entity that is beyond our greatest level of understanding but religion is a man-made thing.
Hopelessness of the highest measure lies in wait for the ones who take another for selfish reason of anything.
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I am fighting
I am fighting hard The harder I fight
The lower I fall it seems
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I fought,
I am fighting,
I will always fight
I keep falling it feels!
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Keep fighting
I am a fighter
IwanttostopbutthenIdon’t
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I am fighting but falling?
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I fought
And I am still fighting,
CouldonlymeanIwon mypreviousfightsSo I am not falling, and I am still fighting
Fighting and rising
As for the winner, Attitude will be the judge
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I need that capable enough to quench my starving soul’s thirst I need that capable of directing me to the path of joy
I need that capable of making the mirror image of myself in my mind always perfect
I need that capable of turning my sorrows into strong motivations for the pursuit of happiness I need that capable of bringing peace to the monsters that lives in my head
I need that powerful enough to make words move like water into the minds of the thirsty
I need that which makes me undefeatable at all times compulsory and deemed necessary
I need my strength wisdom and spirit at the highest of levels never dreamed possible or attainable
I want to be a force difficult to surpass
I want to be proud of the world because I helped build it to betterlity I want to be able to make words like betterlity
I want to win all my failures over to the side only champions know about I want to belief in a better world than this present one
I want to help make a difference I want to be differently unique
I want to be genuine at all times
I want to become a better man through the way I treat the reality I live in
I want to break the rules of limitations and veer off towards dream thought impossible I want to be an impossible phenomenon in this world of mine
I want to shine
My needs and wants are the same to me
So by the power invested in me through faith and serendipity, I need what I want and I want what I need.
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