Webnovel Author: shypotattoo - Novel Collection

"Kada insud mantad doino," a cold deep voice warned them in a foreign language. A very handsome tanned male who was in his late thirties stepped out from within the dense shrubs, his body marked with interesting geometrical tattoos and face paint. He was muscular and well toned, which was made more evident from his lack of modern clothing. The man wielded a long wooden spear, and around his waist was a red long red sash that danced in the wind.

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

Connor's eyes lit up as he looked up into the canopy. "I've got an idea." He sprinted over to a nearby tree and placed his hand on the trunk. Suddenly, vines and roots began to snake out from the ground, wrapping around the fallen tree and lifting it up into the air.

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

The owner of the voice bellowed as he ducked and dashed his way through the jungle, avoiding as many branches and shrubs as he can while not looking back. Looking back would prove disastrous, as a 12-foot half a tonne Three-Horned Beetle was giving crashing through the trees like they were twigs...

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

A middle-aged gentleman with a tapered hair cut and a full beard stepped out of his car. He nodded at the enforcers who were marking the perimeter of the ruins and they tipped their hat back at him. He fiddled with his vest a little and walked towards one of the enforcers.

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

Under the dimly lit flickering lamp, a stern looking lady stood with her arms crossed. She was wearing the standard enforcer uniform which was white with blue trims, and the gold stripes on her shoulder indicating her rank. She waved her hands outwards and a burst of energy surged out with her as the center.

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

A tall brooding man with a heavily scarred face was standing across a fireplace, clutching the hair of a woman who was badly beaten. She was sprawled on the ground, bruised and battered, muttering weakly, "Please...please...no more."

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

In the ruins of the once infamous Grey Monastery, the distant caw of a crow echoed through the air. A shadowy figure shuffled toward a dimly lit corner. With each step, the figure's thick coat rustled. A pocket watch was produced from the depths of the coat and checked under the flicker of a broken lamp. Despite the musky scent that hung thick in the air, the man was unperturbed. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and took a deep drag - exhaling a cloud of smoke into the frigid air.

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo

Diana chuckled coyly and stepped out into the light. She would be considered to be an alluring woman, if not for her unusually pale complexion and eyes void of emotion.

Age of Relics

Fantasy · shypotattoo