Dark Age Of Technology Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"It’s an Expansion. We aren't just healing the world. We're rebuilding the stars." I looked at the horizon. The "Test of the Ancient" was over, but the map in the Chronos-Vault was glowing with a new, urgent signature. This was forty-two milestones away, and the world was finally, truly, starting to grow. "Emma?" Félix whispered. "Yeah?" "I think Lyra just tried to 'blink' the Engine of Souls into her nursery. We might need to hire a few more guards." I laughed, a bright, clear sound that carried over the golden waves, marking the beginning of the Age of the Dual-Spires.

My eyes fall shut, trying to keep the tears at bay. “I accepted the path of darkness for myself. I’m a vampire,” Lucas continues. “That’s what we are. That’s what’s inside of us. Darkness.” He slips one hand under me, and my heart swells in my chest. “I believed I could never be anything but dark. I let it consume me, and I told myself that’s how things were meant to be. For over a thousand years I clung onto that false truth…and then I met you.” A tear rolls down my cheek.

"I'd hope not, dearest. Then I would have already gone to deep sleep." "How does it work, this deep sleep?" "When one reaches a certain age, the desire for slumber grows stronger. But unlike normal sleep, deep sleep doesn’t last for a single night. It’s longer and more magical," Daemonikai explained, his voice taking on a distant quality. "One might lay down in their coffin-bed and awake a hundred years later, or two, or even three. Elders grow weary of the world, you see. They use deep sleep to pass the time.”

I woke up feeling so uncomfortable and it took me a few moments to realise that I was locked up in the lowest dungeon. There was no window and no light. It reeked of mould and other unsightly things. I felt sick and wished that I had never left the packhouse that night. I tried to stand up from the floor but was pulled back by something which made me scream because I realised I was chained to the wall like an animal. The door clicked open and I blinked as light flooded the tiny dungeon.

"The moral of the story is, no one is good or bad... We all have good and bad sides in us and that's what makes our life story strong... If we all are good then there is no story, if we all are bad then there is no need for your story because you don't deserve one... Good and evil makes one perfect life story and that's what makes our life worth... No one is good and bad, no one is a hero and villain. We are both!" He pecked her lips. "Understood?" She sighed. "Understood... Maybe if I reach your experience and age then I'll understand this better!" He chuckled. "I married a baby." She slapped his arm. "I am not a baby..." He smiled while resting his forehead on hers. "Go to sleep..." "I wil

S) "Is teasing me your new hobby now?….Xing, come to the library, 2nd floor left wing, now.....wow, who even put a erotic novel among the history books…what an obvious set up.." [People that were able to read weren't that many in this world, even nobles don't have a proper educations…most of the trap that were set by the civilizations that exist in this era can't even compare to any of the previous era….that's why there's so many dungeons and historical site that were still untouched..]. (T.A.S) The level of educations, knowledge, and technology in Fantasma seems to falls down ever since the fall of High Human and others great race civilizations. Clearly it was engineered by something, and t

Damon hoped that this time would be able to fulfill the mission that he should have carried out sixteen years ago. He walked slowly down the park alley. After being in the Underground for so long, the California sun disturbed him a lot. Damon used to be here often at one time, but after a failed mission, he hid himself in his cave for sixteen years. He didn't felt like leaving the Underworld after that, and Alistair didn't reproach him for that at all. That was why Damon could spend this time in peace without having to worry about anything, just waiting for the time when the seal given by the mother of the "chosen" would finally stop working. Now the time has finally come, and Damon couldn't

Well is not really vintage because according to the description it only an upgraded version of a carriage with a horse. This really surprises me because the book setting was centered at the Victorian Era with a medieval setting. The cars are powered by mana, and only the nobles and businessmen can afford them. Way back in the world I live, rare ones are expensive. The strange thing is, it isn't popular in Avalor Kingdom, I only found out about it because of Rita. The author of Illuminating Darkness has a weird taste.

When he finally spoke, his voice had become noticeably quieter. "The place where the First Age ended." The chamber fell silent. Every revelation seemed larger than the last. The projection shifted. The ancient door began opening. Darkness waited beyond it. Not ordinary darkness. The same darkness Aria had glimpsed during her vision. The darkness surrounding the silver sphere of synchronization. The darkness where the shadow had waited. Watching. Remembering. The synchronization within her surged violently. A vision exploded across her consciousness. She stood upon an endless plain beneath a sky filled with silver light. Thousands of figures surrounded her, their faces unfamiliar yet strangel