Les Témérites. Cette communauté secrète, existante depuis l'origine du monde, est maintenant destinée à sortir de l'ombre afin de combattre les forces ténébreuses qui sommeillaient depuis la nuit des temps dans la vallée de Bourqua.    En effet, l'équilibre terrestre sur lequel ils veillaient depuis plusieurs siècles est à présent menacé par la guerre contre les hommes de Véa qui ourdissent un complot dans le plus grand secret afin de les éradiquer. Mais un danger, beaucoup plus grand, va complètement bouleverser le fondement de leur doctrine. Trois jeunes femmes vont ainsi se retrouver au cœur de ce conflit qui va révéler de sombres secrets sur l'origine de ce peuple... Non. Hmm. En réalité, elles souhaitent s'en échapper... Bon. À vrai dire, elles ne souhaitent pas être mêlées à cette histoire, mais en auront-elles réellement le choix ?

A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...

This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.

Once upon a time, there was a land between two continents: Najta, considered as the cradle and home of the gods of all religions. For centuries, it flourished as a cultural, scientific, and commercial center of great wealth under the rule of the Kingdom of Lebias.However, the kingdom eventually fell into chaos and decadence, harassed by the emerging empires of the eastern continent of Ayaria. Desperate, it begged for help from the friendly kingdoms of the western continent, Elvira, as a last resort to prevent the imminent advance of corruption and barbarism.Thus, the bloody "nefeshic wars" erupted, in which both civilizations clashed in fierce battles with a display of weapons, tactics, and powers where the old myths and legends of their sacred texts came back to life.Several years after its end, a self-proclaimed wandering knight travels to the ancestral lands, following the trail of his mysterious origins. Under the motto "My wandering sword for thy Lordship's safety," he will try to set an example of honor and justice, the same example that he has been responsible for bringing to all the domains he has explored in the past.Unfortunately, his good intentions will be hindered by a series of serious misunderstandings that will drag him into a new struggle between supernatural forces. A new nefeshic war that will determine not only the fate of Najta, but of the entire world.PS: I will be posting this story on other platforms under this same nickname of MrLightningBolt.

QUEEN DAENERYS I, the long-lived restorer of the House of the Dragon, has died. House Targaryen has reached new heights since its restoration to power; yet, where there is fire, there is blood. New fractures open up and threaten to shatter the whole Targaryen project once again. Westeros is at the brink and the lords rally to various sides, warily watching the skies as the greatest number of dragons live since the Dance hundreds of years earlier. The question is not who shares the blood of the dragon, but which dragon will prevail.

Christopher Blake was once normal. Broken and imperfect, but normal. He loved his family, played with his children, ate steak; not anymore. His world was torn to shreds, and now he’s making it his mission to stop those who tried to destroy him, to make him one of them. He has two glimmers of hope: an old friend, who never fit in any way and has given up everything to help him, and his faith.  Somewhere in his shattered memories, someone told him of a prophecy claiming he would lead the downfall of their precious world of shadow — so they forced him into it to stop that fate from becoming a reality. Little do the monsters realize, they have forged their own destruction...

Inspired by the Table Top Role Playing Game (TTRPG), Vampire: The Masquerade.

This is the story of a roleplay of me and my friends, through the eyes of all other characters except for mine. I built the world during the roleplay and now I am using modified versions of their characters (as well as mine) along with Originals for the purposes of this book, to make it feel more alive.It has been a year since I touched it but I've decided to pick it up again and let the battle between the Rebellion and the Kingdoms start once more.Will you relive my favourite moments with my friends with me? Will you make your own contributions to the story? We shall seeLong live the Rebellion