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Thursday, October 23, 2014

IndieFantasy - Bloodgifted, Konga and Tiva Boon



Bloodgifted: Book 1 of the Dantonville Legacy [Kindle Edition]


Book Description

December 29, 2013
Being unable to age is only the beginning.

Laura Dantonville is shocked to learn her strange genetic mutation is linked to a dark family secret--a centuries-old curse that turned her Roman ancestor into a vampire. Now that she has come of age, she is the key to breaking that curse. But she's also the prey of rogue vampires who inhabit the city's frightening and violent underworld, as her blood gives them the ability to daywalk. For her protection she's assigned a guardian--the handsome, sexy and dangerous Alec Munro.

Alec Munro wants nothing to do with Laura Dantonville. If not for her family, he would never have been transformed into a vampire. He owes them nothing, yet he also knows his own fated role in breaking the curse, and the unthinkable consequences should he not accept.

To the Brethren, the ending of the curse spells disaster. Among a powerful few malice grows . .
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KONGA – The Series by Ifedayo Adigwe Akintomide




Konga the Beginning
By
Series: Konga, One. Price: $2.00 USD. Words: 31,240. Language: English. Published: August 6, 2011. Category: Fiction » Young adult or teen » Fantasy
A young man who loses faith in Olorun the primary God of his land curses the deity and becomes possessed by a fallen deity who leads him on the path of wanton destruction through the ancient city of Ile - Ife in a bid to oust the king.
Konga and the Staff of Obatala
By
Series: Konga, Two. Price: $2.00 USD. Words: 46,260. Language: English. Published: April 14, 2012. Category: Fiction » Fantasy » General
The story of Konga continues. There is unrest and suspiscion in the Kingdom of Ile - Ife. Other fallen elder gods seek to finish the work Eshu started by destroying Ife using the Staff of Obatala lost by Priestess Yetunde. Konga is conscripted by Olorun to find the Staff and save Ife from the dark forces intent on destroying it
Konga and the Path to Divinity
By
Series: Konga, Three. Price: $2.00 USD. Words: 96,250. Language: English. Published: May 8, 2012. Category: Fiction » Fantasy » Epic
The third and final part in the Konga Trilogy. In this installment, the chains of balance have been destroyed. An entity dark, evil and extremely benign has been unleashed on the earth realm destroying everything in its wake. Konga and Yetunde set out across the barren wasteland the earth has become to find a way to ignite the true power in the Staff of Obatala to save humanity's few survivors




Sunday, October 19, 2014

3.3.20.2. Throne of the Lost Soul - Part Two

Dullahan, the Headless Knight



‘The mythical Dullahan… One of the strongest warriors of the First Cycle – at the time of Ragnarok*),’ Iris’ eyes widen in astonishment. ‘But, aren’t you already dead, fallen so many times even in the time of Fireheart?’

(* Ragnarok: War of the Gods. It actually happened in Eternia, not only in Asgard (now Fjorn) but also in Parthenia, Ashoka and Wushu.

            ‘Well, yes. But with this curse I bear,’ Dullahan points at his head. ‘I still exist through the ages. No matter how many times I got killed and got my head and body severed far apart from each other, I always returned. And this time, though only being a gatekeeper to the Dark Overlord’s throne, I shall faithfully serve the one who put my head and body together and the one who conquered him.’
            ‘Who ARE they?’ Dejan asks.
            ‘Lord Arachus made me complete, and the Heir eliminated him after he came back from his fight with Avariel injured, crippled, weak, wasted, running out of his purpose.’
            To this, Hernan rubs his trimmed mustache, saying, ‘Hmm, no wonder we didn’t see Arachus around since Hail’varan. And since you’re a gatekeeper, the exit of this labyrinth must be nearby. Thank you for all the valuable information, shall we come down to business, then?’
            ‘Certainly, sir, and now that you know my little secret, I must send you all to your deaths!’
            Dullahan and the five specters attack in unison, and are met with Iris’ spell, ‘Rotr Vaishazar!’ The Cyclone Sickles spread and slash like harvesting a wheat field with a hundread flying sickles. CRASH-CRAS-CRAS!! DANG! DANG!
            Being in form of energy, the specters are immune to physical attacks with ordinary weapons. In compensation to that, they are quite vulnerable to magic, elemental energy and attacks using inner strength. So, the wind slases through their bodies, tearing them apart.
            However, two specters still move on, and Dullahan swings his great broadsword to split Iris apart! The elf moves swiftly to the back, and the sword seems to get closer and inavoidable!
            SWIISH!! The sword is about to split Iris’ head! Her expression doesn’t change, and the reason comes a split second after. DANG! DANG! Dullahan’s sword meets Robert’s Grimlock and Dejan’s claws.
            And then, from behind the two Paladins Hernan leaps very high and springs forward with a serial thrust pouring down like Shears of the Falling Rain.
            DANG! DANG! DANG! DANG! ‘HROOOAAA!!’
            Dullahan lets out a roar of pain, and the next moment, his head is severed from his body and rolls on the floor! The so-called mythical warrior meets his demise with just one move!
            Hernan moves away to finish the motionless giant. The next moment, suddenly a great broadsword sweeps to the fencer’s side! FWOOSH!! DANG!
            The ponytail-haired Paladin blocks the sword with his rapier, and he is pushed three paces backwards.
            He says, his expression unchanging, ‘So I figured out what your ‘curse’ is, and it seems I was right. You’re a headless ghoul.’
            Dullahan’s voice comes from his head rolling on the floor, ‘Hmm, so this is the price of being ‘mythical’. People knows about you just too well… NOT!!’
            Suddenly, BUAGG! A punch flies and hits Hernan’s face! If not thanks to Omnigalatr field, his nose will be broken. Nevertheless, Hernan’s face is now a bloody pulp, and that move forces him to step back and recuperate.
            Dullahan immediately pulls his flying knuckle back to its place with a crimson chain attached in it. The knuckle picks the head up from the floor and puts it back on Dullahan’s shoulder. All in all, he’s showing his quality as an immortal mythical being able to take off his body parts while fighting.
            ‘Now it’s my turn! Dances in the Cascades!’
            Saying that, Hernan does a modified move by spinning and slashing sideways in recurrent rotations.
            Dullahan raises his too great, too heavy sword to block that move, and once again the Escudian fencer practices precision by slashing through the gaps on Dullahan’s armor, ultimately cutting off the head, arms, hands, legs and feet – again.
            BLUGG! DUGG-DUG! BLUG! The monstrous knight falls on the floor, scattering in pieces. And then, just as expected, blood-red chains come out from the severed limbs.
            Hernan moves and cuts the chains on the legs, CRASH! CRASH! To make sure that the undead knight won’t get up again, thus easier to finish off.
            Meanwhile, Iris has enchanted Dejan’s claws and the daredevil Halfling shreds the remaining two specters into pieces! CRAS, CRAS, CRAS!! All that left are their rusty armors scattered on the floor, remains of the cursed beings.
            ‘Haha! Thanks, Iris! Now to finish that gargantuan freak off… Huh!?’
            Dejan can’t believe his eyes. Dullahan, who should’ve been lying helpless on the floor without his legs already leaped up and merged his torso onto the stump once his horse’s head once been. And now he becomes an undead centaur knight. The dense, dark aura covering his body keeps the Paladins at bay.
            None of the Paladins is daring enough to attack head-on with this makeshift centaur.
            The situation is dire. Cristophe talks to Dejan, ‘You go, find the second team and lead them here. We are in need for reinforcements.’ The animorpher nods and morphs into a wolf, running rapidly away from sight.
            ‘Is it all you can do, Paladins? Play time’s up, now it’s time to DIE!!’ Saying so, Dullahan swings his great sword vertically and horizontally in rapid succession.
            BUUSH!! BWOOOSH!! The Paladins move rapidly to avoid that attack, but Dullahan adds Unholy Cross, a move similar to Robert’s Crossfire Slash, shooting a blast of dark energy on target!
            Chris moves clear away from the line of fire, but then the second cross comes towards him! Unable to avoid it, Chris blocks the bolt with his shield instead! DHAASHH!! Dullahan’s bolt pushes the red-haired Paladin back.
            Recovering from the blow, Chris dashes to attack Dullahan’s side. However, another attack already comes from the rear! FWOOSH-FWOOSH!! CRASH-CRASH! It’s Iris’Hurricane slashing its way into Dullahan’s armor to damage the undead within.
            As if that’s not enough, as the spell ceases Hernan gets into position and thrusts his sword rapidly and precisely, all targeting Dullahan’s soft spots, no move is wasted trying to break the opponent’s sturdy armor, and this Requiem of the Tides move is like serpents slithering into the sleeves.
            CRASSH! CRASSH!!
            ‘RHOOAAA!!’ Dullahan roars in pain, and then he accumulates his energy and explodes it to break free! BLUDAAMMM!! The force of the blast throws Chris, Iris and Hernan away!
            Chris hits the wall, and he struggles to get up as quickly as he can, expecting the worst.
            And his fear is confirmed. Dullahan swings his sword one time towards Chris. The Paladin outstretches his energized shield and blocks the blow, DANGG!! And suddenly the Dragon Bone Sword elongates like a whip and GLANK! The bones get entangled on Chris’armor!
            RRIIPPP!!! The undead knight ties Chris tight to crush him. ‘AAAHH!!’ Chris feels that his body is like plum being made into prune.
            And that’s not all. The next thing he sees is three bolts of dark energy coming out from the concentrated aura on Dullahan’s back, BUSSH, BUSSH, BUSSH!! And hit Chris squarely!
            BHLAAAMMM!!!
            No ordinary human being can withstand this kind of abuse. This destruction at its entirety. This mortal blow.
            And yet…
            Uuugh… It’s still painful – Am I still alive? Chris can’t help thinking. And then he slowly opens his eyes. Flashes of light, metals claingin… It’s Hernan, and he’s doing his finishing blow!
            CRAS, CRAS, CRASSHH!! The Escudian Fencer is like devilish, fiercely attacking the opponent from al directions. He moves so fast, as though a hundred of him pouring water all at once.
            And then, Hernan lands beside Dullahan, leaving him stunned in place. The sword-whip on the undead knight’s hand falls on the floor, and the pressure on Chris is loosened.
            The next moment, BATS! BATS! Dullahan’s head, limbs, torso and feet suddenly get severed and fall scattering on the floor. No sign, no hint of energy on him to put all the pieces back together, let alone to move even a finger. Such is the power of Hernan’s finishing move: Symphony of the Seven Seas.
            The Don just stands in place, puts the rapier Albatross back into the scabbard hanging on his waist, saying, ‘Rest in pieces, Dullahan.’
            The next moment, Iris comes near her ex-boyfriend, treating him with potion and magic. There’s no resentment on her face, only a warm visage and smile, showing sympathy upon this central figure of the Light Side who always becomes the prime target of any enemy.
            ‘Chris, next time, just be careful. Save your strength and health for your destined battle with the Heir of the other side,’ she says.
            Opening his helmet, Chris shows her the innocent look of his face like back when they were lovers, answering, ‘I’m trying. But I can’t just sit back and see my comrades risk their lives to open the path, and I can’t help it whenever Dullahan and the others somehow find the way through to me.
            So, please, just let me fight on so I can be stronger and wiser when I finally meet the other Heir, and yes, I’ll be more careful so I won’t fall into any more traps next time.’
            Hernan then interrupts, ‘Hey, I think I’ve found the exit.’
            Chris says, ‘Really?’ and moves to the spot Hernan is pointing. It seems the fencer was right. Behind Dullahan, the wall has opened up, showing a wide path and a great door. The door is blood-red, bearing carvings of devils and hellish fiends feasting on top of their fallen enemies. Big devil heads with big, gnarly fangs in their mouths biting a knocker on each door.
            This air... is suffocating. Is this the door to the throne hall? Are we going to see the Heir of Vordac at last, commencing the destined final battle between him and myself? I better be prepared on anything. O’ Vadis the Almighty, please bless us, your agents in protecting all the good things we’ve built in this world.
            CRRREAAAKKK!!! Chris pushes the heavy door with his two hands and he comes inside. The Paladins immediately follow him. Taking a step into the room, Chris’ eyes widen with shock.

==oOo==

            The Dark Overlord’s throne...


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Dullahan by Kid Eternity
Previous blog source: World of Garnia http://garnia-blog.blogspot.com 

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3.3.20.2. Throne of the Lost Soul - Part One

Temple of Demonic Soul, second part of Kraal'Thragon




3.3.20.2. Throne of the Lost Soul

            Meanwhile, the eight Paladins move on. Advancing to the second floor of Kraal’Thragon, Cristophe and the infiltrators fight their way through another maze-like area, going upstairs and downstairs through traps, secret rooms and ambushes, all specially designed to thwart marauders.
            With his glowing white sword Excalibur, Chris hacks through an abomy, spilling the large, stitched undead monster’s gut out, CHRAAK!! And Hernan fills in to handle the next foe.
            Only then Chris has enough time to observe the surroundings. To his surprise, the walls are as though made from organic substances like membrane and leather, and they are actually pulsating, alive! The colors are meaty red and blackened purple, and with pungent odor to add, he feels like being inside a dragon’s stomach.
            BLUUURSH!! Suddenly, bolts of Soul Bullet come. Chris blocks a few with his sword and shield, and one bolt hits him on the back!
            ‘UNNH!!’ The pain. Chris turns and sees the one who shot him, and it’s a lich! Four of them immediately move in.
            The undead mages don’t stop. They shot another barrage at the Paladins, BLAM, BLAM, BLAM!! Chris immediately rushes forward and blocks most of them with his shield. BASH, BASH! More bolts hit Adler, Hernan and Dejan, adding to their injuries.
            ‘Step aside! It’s my turn!’ Iris outstretches her hand and casts, ‘Eshmyriad!’
            SWISH-SWIISH! CRASH-CRASH-SWISSH!!
            Violent, sharp Hurricane sweeps through the hooded skeleton squad, penetrating their protective aura and slices through the bones-in-the-robes.
            As the spell ceases, two liches in the front row fall apart, pieces of bone scattered on the floor. The other two are still standing and shoot some Soul Bullets again at Iris. The next thing that happens is they collapse, also in pieces.
            The victor, Iris stands tall, readying to take the next shot.
            ‘The course is clear! Let’s move on!’ Adler shouts and darts away, ahead of the group.
The rest of the group follows, and with a snort, Dejan talks to Chris, ‘Are you going to let him do that? You’re the leader here, not him.’
            To this, Chris shakes, his head, ‘Adler will never regard me as a leader, though I outranked him in nobility. He is only happy as long as he’s the one calling the shots. Besides, anybody to free to suggest anything, as long as it helps the whole group, like Kyflynn did.
            If I think Adler is wrong, I’ll sure try to correct him. And he must convince me again, like Kyflynn did.’ Without saying another word, he rushes forward.
            Suddenly, Chris is overcome with fatigue and he leans against the grotesque-demonic rotten meat-like wall. He takes a deep breath in that quick break, and then he gasps! Looking down, he sees several tentacles on his body, holding him up, pressing him into the wall and choking him to death!
            ‘GGGNNNHHH!!!’ Chris grits his teeth and struggles to free himself from those tentacles that apparently came from the wall bearing the same color, pattern and fleshy, oozing shape.
            However, the wall saps Chris’ energy! The more he struggles, the more of his mana gets drained out of his body. The pain is excruciating like being tortured to death, pushing Chris to the limit as he screams, ‘GGGYAAAHHH!!!’
            The next moment, Chris becomes so powerless even to scream. His head hangs down, and before he runs out of energy to keep his soul inside his body, CRASSH!! CRASH! CRASSH! Suddenly the pressure on Chris is loosened and gone!
            As his strength gradually returns, Chris opens his eyes and sees Adler in front of him and the sapping tentacles are all cut off, most likely with the great sword Kraal’shazar.
            Upon establishing eye contact, the Borgian Knight turns away, shouting, ‘Eidos, patch the Heir up. The rest, get a move on!’
            Eidos the Chronomage comes to Chris and puts a vial of spirit potion into his mouth without saying a word. With his mana and stamina refreshed, Chris staggers to stand up. He limps a bit, and a hand comes and supports him.
            It’s Robert!
            ‘Come on, Chris,’ the white-haired Knight says, we need to find a way out of this area. The wall is alive and dangerous, thanks for making us aware of it and understand about its nature.’
            As he walks with Chris side-by-side, Rob comments, ‘If only the demon walls trapped Adler, he wouldn’t be acting high and mighty just now.’
            Chris chuckles a bit with his heart relieved a bit, and he strides quicker with his newfound spirit.
            Robert’s words are none truer than the fact that none of the Paladins gets drained off by the demon walls. Even if one got caught and entangled, the others are ready, chopping those deadly tentacles off instantly.

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