boromir lotr

New at writing so I wanted to combine two of my favorite things lord of the rings and the god of war kratos. I plan on making it like the lord of the rings with a character that can kill everyone and everything. I will try to make it better and I will be changing some of the things of lord of the rings, so some things are not correct for the cannon.( busy with work I’ll try to add mor chapter when possible)

Boon and Boor, two boys who couldnt be more different despite their strikingly similiarities. Boon is known for his kindness and politeness while Boor is infamous for his bad behavior. The story unfolds as Boor's mother, recognizing her child's need for change, reaches out to Boon's mother in the hopes of fostering a friendship between the two. Through the modern medium of texting, Boon & Boor start to get along slowly but surely -- or not. im a beginner author Boon&Boor art on my cara

Sebastián recuerda vividamente como ese día, Thomas le pidio de rodillas a Debb-la mosca más Molesta y su peor enemigo (segun Thomas)- que sea la pareja de baile de su hermana. Se suponia que seria una buena noche. Una celebración informal en un puesto callejero de comida, un par de helados, bebidas, fotos de una apuesta, un vide de celebracion... Patrullas... Luces... Y una bala perdida...

This story began as a question: what if the boundaries of humanity were broken overnight? What if survival wasn’t just about endurance, but about evolving, adapting, and finding power in a world that no longer plays by the rules? Kael’s journey is not just about fighting monsters—it’s about confronting the emptiness inside, the choices we make when everything familiar collapses, and the cost of becoming stronger than we ever imagined. The world you are about to enter is dangerous, unpredictable, and at times, unforgiving. Monsters lurk in shadows, humans are both prey and predator, and power comes at a price. I hope you enjoy walking alongside Kael through this chaotic, thrilling Seoul—a city you think you know, yet will never see the same way again. Remember: in this world, survival is not enough. You have to rise. — Author

I am bored.

The Boy Born To Be Unborn In a world where the line between the living and the dead blurs, Thalos finds himself at the heart of an ancient prophecy. Born with the ability to traverse realms, he is hunted by dark forces that seek to harness his power for their own sinister purposes. As Thalos embarks on a harrowing journey across haunted landscapes and through shadowed forests, he is joined by a diverse group of allies—Zalithar, Elyndra, Vorin, Nerai, Kiria, Xandar, Myrrin, and Orinth—each with their own mysterious pasts and hidden agendas. With each step closer to uncovering the truth, Thalos faces unimaginable horrors, spine-chilling suspense, and shocking twists that challenge his courage and sanity. The battle for survival becomes a relentless struggle against time and the encroaching darkness, as the young hero must decipher cryptic clues and confront malevolent spirits to protect both the living world and the afterlife. "The Boy Born To Be Unborn" is an epic tale of adventure, horror, and suspense, where every chapter ends in a heart-pounding cliffhanger, and every twist leads to deeper, darker secrets. Will Thalos fulfill his destiny, or will the shadows claim him forever?

John Foster is just your average guy. Fresh out of high school. When he gets hit by a truck and dies. At least. That’s what he thought. Until he wakes up 300 years later with cybernetics and has to adapt to a brand new world.

In the final seventy-two hours of the kingdom of Eryndor, the sun is murdered by an eclipse that was never written in any prophecy. When the black rain begins to rise instead of fall, cities dissolve, people unravel into living shadows, and the laws of reality fracture like old glass. In the ruins of the royal capital Vaeloris, a nameless scavenger boy—no family, no future, no worth—bleeds on a forbidden relic and commits the only unforgivable sin left in a dying world: He refuses to kneel. That single act of defiance shatters an ancient throne meant to bind him, and in doing so cracks his soul wide open. Every surviving Storm Relic across the shattered continent feels the fracture. Sealed legends who have slumbered for millennia—god-slaying warriors, beast-tamers who ride living tempests, sorcerers who weave night itself—wake to the sound of a child’s heartbeat and drag their blood-drenched trials straight into his path. Each trial he survives awakens one legend. Each awakening costs the legend their freedom—sealed again the instant the borrowed time expires. Each fragment of the sky-fallen fortress he reclaims demands payment in memories, allies, or pieces of his humanity. The boy who now carries the name Kael must do the impossible: grow stronger than the heroes who fight to protect him, rebuild a flying citadel from the bones of a dead world, and outrun the Hollowing itself—an intelligent, patient abyss that has learned his taste and will not stop until the last light in his blood is extinguished. This is not the story of a chosen hero handed power by destiny. This is the story of a boy who stole power by breaking destiny’s oldest chain, and must now survive the consequences for seven hundred chapters of unrelenting storm. Genre: Dark Progression Fantasy | Hero-Collector | Aerial Kingdom-Rebuilding | Cosmic Tragedy Tone: Brutal, visceral, and unflinchingly human Stakes: Permanent death | Real loss | No resets | Every victory leaves scars Reader warning: the heroes you fall in love with can and will die to keep the boy alive. That is the entire point. The eclipse was only the beginning. The war for the sky starts now. StormBorn: Chronicles of Eryndor Some children are born to save the world. Kael was born to break it—and rebuild it in his own image. Begin the ascent. The storm remembers who set it free.

A world bereft of purpose. A soul never born for one. A world's end has concluded. A soul's end marks another beginning. A world will take. A soul has given. A story of something that should not exist. A story of something that ceased to exist. A story of something that, without any purpose, exists. A story, not one of heroes, but a journey of a hypocrite to find meaning, in a world devoid of meaning for him. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Details about the story The story is a slow burner Written in First Person Chapter size 2k-6 words on average. Relase schedule: Whenever the chapter has been written and edited. Feedback of any kind is greatly apperciated. if there are any other questions/concerns...feel free to ask them. I will update the about section accordingly.

I wrote a book once. It was an unhinged fantasy born from my high-school brain, driven by loneliness and too many hormones. It was a world of beastmen, wild freedom, and the kind of romantic attention I could never get in real life. I poured every impossible desire into it: adventure, danger, and yes… a 'lot' of handsome partners. Before I knew it, I had a thousand chapters of pure escapism and pure thrill. Then on a college camping trip, I fell off a cliff. I expected to wake up in a hospital room but nope. I woke up on a soft field of grass, with air too fresh to belong anywhere on Earth. And then something moved behind me. Sticking out of my tailbone was... A tail. My tail? Yellow and black stripes and very, very real. I touched it. Completely real. My ears? Also gone—well, moved. They were now perched on top of my head like a confused jungle cat. And the outfit? Quite revealing, made of animal hide which matched my tail. What was going on? At first, I thought it was a prank. Or a dream. Or maybe karma is finally cashing in. But the more foreign memories evaded my mind, the clearer my situation became. This wasn't cosplay and it wasn't Earth, either. And—surprise—it wasn't even the world from my own book. Welp. I had been transported into a completely different Beastman world as a beast girl called Arinya. Sounds fun, right? Well… it would be, if I weren't apparently the ugliest duckling in the entire freaking savannah! Rejected by every potential mate I stumbled across and sneered at like a freaking eyesore. This was not how I planned my fantasy to come to reality. Trust me—if this is my fantasy come true, then someone needs to fire the author. But then again, after entering this world, I'm suddenly... Attractive. I mean, there's no change to my face and the freckles are still there, but for some reason, handsome beastmen begin to flock around me, because I smell... Pleasant. What's that all about?