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HALFLING

this world is full of pain only the strong reign and the weak suffer. those known as halflings are hated by man and gods and are seen as the sins and plagues of the earth, halflings are made by two different races and most are killed before adulthood. in this world join a halfling named nic, as he aims to the goal of creating his own guild that would reign over the entire world hated for what he is, for he is seen as a sin to this world, but his sin shall be his strength. ..... words count have been upgraded from page 33 chapters are no less than 1000 words P.S cover page not mine, excellent work from the artists, if want the cover page changed let me know

blackghost · Fantasy
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79 Chs

Curse weapon

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*swosh,swosh* a large group of silhouettes give chase to three silhouettes in the dense forest.

"dont worry auntie with my gift they won't catch us" mion said with a bright smile on his face, he was carrying dona in his arms, he did this because dona was very slow and would be caught in an instant, on his back was the spiked club.

"just hurry up" nic said, he leads ten meters infront of mion, his hovering speed was amazing, he would have already been a mile away by now, but he kept a pace with mion and dona, his bag was held tightly in his right hand.

"grrrr, you better run when we catch you your going to be nothing but bones" a dog beastman said as he charged infront of the beastmen, he was getting closer and closer to mion.

"go captain!"

"grrh, skin them alive!"

"show them to never underestimate southern scout squad!" the silhouettes behind shouted as the dog beastman got closer.

"grrrr, I am Captain Griss of the southern scout squad, their is no escape surrender now or face your death by my hands" the beastman said, as he got closer, he can now be seen his black thin shining fur matched the darkness of the night, his black fur covered everywhere on his body except for his chest that was grey with thick fur, his chest was far large compared to the rest of his body, his thin pointed face looked as though a arrow pointing in the direction of his targets, his eyes were narrow with a brown iris, (note: he is a greyhound, and most beastmen dont wear shirts)

"he is closing in nic!" mion shouted desperately.

"tch, keep running" nic said as he grit his teeth, he slowed down and allowing mion to pass.

"hold onto this" nic said as he throws the bag to mion.

"alright flappy, just hurry up when your done" mion said as he disappears from Nics sight

"flappy..?" a vain bulge on the side of nic face.

"just wait you pig" nic said turning around to face Griss.

"grrr flappy, interesting name it was wise of you to surrender...." Griss who was speaking came to a stop as he felt an enormous killing intent, he looked at the hovering nic but it wasn't him it was a object he held in his right hand, it was enveloped in a thick dark cloud of killing intent.

"this is something I promised someone I would never use until I am ready" nic said as he began to unravel the object in his hand, cold sweat ran down the side of griss face.

"what is th..is" griss said as fear can be seen on his face.

all the other beastmen finally caught up to Griss and formed a circle around nic, "captain don't worry I would get him" a cat beastman charged forward.

"excellent a sacrifice" nic mumbled as he removed the last bit of paper wrapping.

"no wa.." *swooosh* before griss could finish his words the blade danced horizontally, the cat beastman pause as though he was a mannequin, *bam* the body separated in two and dropped on the ground side to side.

"age manipulation, fairies peak" nic said as his body began to change, but this was not what gave Griss fear it was the cloud of darkness he seen rise from the blade the moment it took his teammates life, he now has a full view of the weapon, it was black from the hilt to the tip of the blade, its blade size was only that of three feet and two fingers wide, but even in the night smoke can be seen rising from the blade.

"my lord, a curse weapon" griss mumbled as he stepped back.

"great phyora bless me" nic whispered as he placed one finger on the blade and gently move it down to the tip, smoke rapidly rise from the blade.

*Swooosh,boooooom!!*

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author here, am sick now writing my promised 4 chapters.