Generations by Nick Venom (best fiction books of all time TXT) 📕

exposing her body from the thin cloak she wore. Her body was skinny and exposes her curves with no shielding from the thin cloak.

“Bloody Murder,” She screamed. She repeated the words with every time getting louder. Lin was now afraid and scrambled to hide behind the eldest brother, Wyatt. Wyatt’s overgrown hair crossed his eyes and went past his neck. Wick grew tired of the screaming and ordered his men to grab Liyah.

“I wouldn’t mind if you used your body to pay back the loan,” Wick suggested. Liyah stopped screaming and shook her head furiously. She looked around for a weapon, but one of Wick’s henchmen grabbed her head and slammed it into the counter.

“What are you doing?” Wyatt shouted. He revealed a knife hidden in his pocket. “Let go of her!” He pointed the knife at Wick.

Wick smirked. “Have you ever heard of the phrase. Don’t bring a knife to a-” Wick was interrupted by a gunshot ringing out. “-gunfight.” Wyatt held his wound which was a hole in his chest near his heart. He grasped at the wound with one hand and pushed Lin away with the other. Lin, clueless, watched at Wyatt crumbled to the ground and blood spurted out. “Clean the bodies and take her back to my place.” He ordered. One of the henchmen left the house and came back, an hour later, to take the bodies away to the nearby lake that was filled with sewage and bodies. Liyah was taken away and never seen again. You may wonder how the details of five years ago are vibrant and exact. The reason is that I witnessed this happen with my own eyes. I was looking at the conflict that occurred with no way of stopping it. I was an eleven-year-old who had to mature quickly to protect my sister, who was 3 at the time, from the same incident that took everybody from us.

 

TBC… 

[Generation IV] Dust - Season One {Episode One "Third Floor"}

Athesall (at-the-shell)

 

Dust swung his bronze dagger at the orc. The dagger grazed the orc’s skin bouncing off. Dust swung again, this one meeting more resistance. Dust retreated, his right arm bloody and blistering. With his other hand, he wiped off his sweat from his eyebrows. He turned tail and ran from the orc leading it to the front entrance. He grabbed his wooden shield that was attached to his left arm and ripped it off, throwing it onto the ground. “If I sacrifice that, then I could... maybe…” His voice trailed off. He lost himself in his own thoughts. He snapped himself out of it after the roars of multiple orcs appeared. He waited at the entrance with the dagger in hand. The roars started growing distant. They’re not coming for me, he thought. He grabbed his hand shield and equipped it onto his left hand. He ventured deeper into the third floor of the dungeon, desperately searching for the orcs. If he couldn’t defeat one then he would have to starve. He only had enough money to feed his siblings, Rain, and Mason. A single orc would supply Dust enough money to survive the day at best.

Dust ran towards the roars of the orc hoping to take down one. He ran through the dungeon with no hesitation of being attacked. He passed a team of three adventurers who looked to be running away from the orcs and danger. He continued his adventure into the dungeon and found three orcs surrounding two girls. Dust ran towards them and plunged his dagger into the orc’s weak spot. The orc’s weak spot was the back of their necks, but the orcs heavily guarded their necks at all times. The orc stumbled about while trying to grab the wound. The orc collapse of blood loss. The other two orcs turned around and swung their clubs at Dust. Dust dodged the attack by backing up. The orcs swung again over and over, changing the battle of pure strength to that of endurance. Dust was being slowly cornered by the orcs. Dust looked behind him and noticed a wall. Desperate, he stopped retreating and took a blow from the orcs’ clubs. The weight of the punch nearly pummeled him to the ground. Dust gathered his strength and pushed the shield back against the orcs. The orcs took their weapons off the shield and prepared the next blow. Dust was on his knees pushing the shield back. He rolled to the right, escaping the grip the orcs had over him and sprinted past the orcs. Dust ran back to the girls, sweat, and blood leaking from several wounds. He made it to the girls and helped them up. “Are you okay?” He asked.

“My leg is broken.” exclaimed one girl. Her cherry red hair mixed with her tan complexion and her violet highlights. She wore a purple striped shirt and light blue jeans with brown boots. Her friend wore a slave’s harness around her neck. The chain extended from her neck to the floor. She was around 5’9. She wore the typical outfit of a slave---solid brown clothing from worn-out sneakers to a ripped and torn shirt to loose pants. She had grey hair that extended to her chest.

Dust turned towards the slave girl. “Can you help her?” He asked. She nodded. She grabbed the redhead girl and helped her up. The redhead girl put her weight onto the slave girl and they followed Dust. Before leaving, Dust gathered the plentiful mine of crystals. Dust led the charge out of the floor by taking a different route. They were able to get to the entrance without a problem. The orcs took the other route leaving the new route completely open. The crystals implied an enormous fight occurred with the girls and the adventurers Dust passed. They got out of the floor and made it to the elevator. They returned to the town they called home. The town of Athesall.

[Generation IV] Hunters & Dragons - Season One {Episode One "White Rose"}

Russ entered the leader of his party’s house. He walked up to his leader, Noah, and announced news he received from the receptionist, Emma. “We were given a quest by Emma.”

“What kind of mission is it?” Noah asked. He turned towards Russ. Noah has long combed over blue hair to the right and black eyes. He wore a brown cloak and worn-out jeans that matched his pale skin. His upper part of his body kept hidden by the cloak. He tilted his head a few degrees to the right.

“It’s a guarding mission. You know the princess?” Russ asked. Another member of the party, Thatcher, shot up. His eyes are dark due to lack of sleep. He wore heavy metal gear similar to a knight’s outfit and carried an enormous metal shield with the group’s initial painted in a gold color in the middle. He wore a helmet, but some of his green hair flowed out of the helmet. His tan complexion mixed well with the green hair.

“The princess?” He shouted. “We’re guarding her?” Thatcher asked. Russ nodded. 

“When’s the mission?” asked the last member of the party, Jean. Jean has pink hair that curled at the tips and hovered above her waist. She wore jeans and a black cloak covering the upper part of her body. Her hair is straight until the end. She sat down on Noah’s black deteriorating couch.

“Tomorrow,” Russ responded.

“Isn’t that a little too soon?” Noah asked, a pained look displayed on his face. He intended to use their days off to his advantage, but that intention was shot down by the sudden quest. 

“We should take it. Guarding the princess can earn us a large sum of money. Maybe even some favors.” Thatcher informed his group. Rook shook his head, chuckling.

“Always thinking of ways to take advantage of the situation,” Russ said. Thatcher nodded and started laughing.

“It seems like we can’t afford to reject this quest,” Noah said. He let out a sigh. “How long is the guarding mission?”

“A week minimum.” 

“... A week? Damn,” Noah whispered.

“How many other groups are going?” Jean asked while digging through her bag. 

“I heard six,” 

“Six?” Thatcher shouted. “This is really high-profile. I can’t wait to see the profit!” Thatcher said his smile on full display.

“What’s the reason for the trip? Or why are we invited? We’re a new party.” Noah exclaimed.

“Apparently, the princess is visiting a small village called Titoria on the outskirts of the nation. That village seems to have historic roots and looks important for the royals. Why an F rank part like us was invited is over my head.” Russ said.

“Everybody! Start packing up and be prepared to leave at first light.” Noah ordered. His party nodded and dispersed. Russ left through the front door and went to search the marketplace for medicine while Thatcher went upstairs to get his stuff since he slept over at Noah’s house. Jean stood up and packed her stuff, as she also slept over at Noah’s house in a different room than Thatcher and Noah. Noah started staring at Jean as she packed her stuff. Jean turned towards Noah and their gazes met, lingering. Neither of them spoke, allowing silence to rise.

“I-I’ll see you later.” Her voice, which was clear, now turned into a whisper.

Noah nodded. “Y-Yeah, um, I-I’ll see you later,” he stammered. Jean walked to the stairs and walked u top them, reaching the top. Noah turned around and softly slapped himself. What were you thinking! I can’t even talk to her, he thought.

Jean turned around and looked over at Noah, who was too busy softly slapping himself to notice her gaze centered on him.

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