Arti Fantasy Novels & Stories

] [Dorime has learned: Painting lv 1] [Thanks to the efforts of [Dorime], Your Army began to create their own culture! [Artistic sense (Art) stat unlocked!] [All of your soldiers gained +1 Int. +1 Art] [Dorime obtained +2 Int. +1 Dex. +2 Art.] [Artist role unlocked!] [Artist: Units that express beauty and strength through art. Art can buff allies and debuff enemies at the same time, depending on the [Artistic sense] stat. +5 Art. +1 Dex.] "Well done, Dorime!" David cheered at the little rat, who was still sleeping on the back of his golem. "Take him to rest, avian golem." The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house.

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

Madame Ais reported her diagnosis to Maru. "Wow! How much does the healing potion cost, Madame Ais?" Maru asked the system once again. He was about to ask what an osteoporosis was but forgot about the question when he heard the following sentences from Madame Ais. One hundred percent health recovery with no side effects, this was a miracle drug, Maru thought excitedly. "1 world energy, Maru. Every item you buy from the Artificial Intelligence System costs the same, provided that you have already constructed the fabricator, equipment, or machine it needs to create the items." Madame Ais informed Maru.

~TinTin, A street dog who adores Darika and is Arthit's love rival, who is determined to tear them apart. How will Beauty survive when BEAST claims her without her consent? What will Beast do when he tries to forget Twinkle, his first love?. Will Darika be a replacement for Arthit?. Or, Will TinTin spare ARTHIT for stealing Darika from him?. This is a humorous Romantic Journey Of Arthit aka BEAST and His unquestionable and Unconditional love for his Beauty named DARIKA. [18+ mature Content] Arthit means Sun and Darika means Moon. It's a Humourous love story of Sun and moon.

"Prove to me for the next months that you are the next rightful owner of my title. For now, I acknowledge your will to live. I am Azul Refirtaum, the Lord of Shadows and the Conqueror of the Dead. Welcome to my eternal prison." It was so nostalgic that the memory made her grin as she pulled the string of her bow for the last shot. She aimed it on the center of the shield. As she release the arrow with a loud whistle, the shield she'd been practicing with for five years cracked. Stunned, she squinted her eyes to make sure that it really cracked. And it really did. Astonished, she looked back at Azul. "Azul! Look! It cracked!" she excitingly exclaimed.

Just as how humans react strongly to mythical beings, the Mythical beings also didn't want to intrude humans live and lived in their perspective lands. In Runalia, there was a place where all humans would love to visit and that was Afgard. Other than its beauty and for being the main city of the Runalia, Afgard was best known for its slave and the black market. The patrons to the market weren't only sorcerers who searched for sacrifice, but also lustful nobles with the frightening hobby.

Isolde warns, glancing towards the snarling sanguidae in question, his eyes burning like illuminated blood. “Oh, let him do it,” I say, waving a dismissive hand. “He should trust his gut.” Arthwin looks at me with relief, “Thank you, Goddess,” he says with a nod of his head. He frees his sanguidae from their link before he races off towards the bunker. I’m surprised by how receptive he seems to be to his bond already. Which bodes extremely well for him. The now freed sanguidae looks ready to tear everyone to shreds, causing those around him to go on the defensive.

Caroline asked, picking him in her arms and making him sit on her lap after settling in the bed. “Mamma!! I’m not a baby.” Artin whined. “You’reYou're my baby, so stop whining,” Caroline said sternly, giving no room for discussion. “Now tell us what is going in your tiny head?” “Mamma, Papa!! I met a vamp today who said that she was your friend.” Artin said, looking at Caroline. “Her name was… umm.. Erica. She told me that Uncle San is my real father and neither he nor my real mother loved me, that’s why they… they left me when I was born.” Artin finally shared what had been going in his mind for a long.

His body was slowly wearing out due to his long exposure on the toxic air, but still, he needed to help Janshai now. When the smoke faded, he spotted Janshai surrounded by the three wild devilions. Arth shivered when he finally got a closer look at the beasts. They had dark, rough skin with terrifying heads similar to a lion. Circling Janshai, they growled with their flaring eyes locked on to him. He could be preyed at any moment, if Arth wouldn’t do something. He must help his comrade. Arth was about to pull out his Blackwinter when Janshai suddenly stopped him. “Stand back, you idiot.”

Her lips were muted as she beheld the terrible sight before her, she had given up in body and soul, they were all dead, the creature had gotten to them before her and at this point there was no point in running, it was clear that it was teasing and could get to her no matter how far she was from him. "Summer." A female voice called weakly behind her, she breathed shakily gradually turning towards the direction of the voice. "Bailey... ?" She resigned to her fate as she saw Bailey covered in her own blood, then her eyes followed her as her body dropped to the ground but it wasn't over yet. A growling sound in the woods, the footsteps that got closer, she stared dead into the dark and there sh