Due to the lack of good लेखन on the Conflicts Arcane series, and the fact that no one was पढ़ना them, the series is getting a re-boot.
Now some might be wondering what the Conflicts Arcane series is about.
It's about a secret Terrorist group called the "Arcanes", where four हीरोस are trying to stop them from achieving their mysterious goal.
The हीरोस to appear will be
~Nick Falon (Talon)
~Jesse
~Kal
and in the first debut ever in fanfiction (rebooted) RIN.
So yeah, THIS IS THE SERIES WITH RIN IN IT. So I hope that can help get some readers.
I plan to start लेखन it soon, uploading the first chapter after I make the fourth chapter of "IN ANOTHER WORLD"
I'd really like some readers on this. I provide quality writing, and I will try to make this reboot better then the original version.
Thank you
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
Now some might be wondering what the Conflicts Arcane series is about.
It's about a secret Terrorist group called the "Arcanes", where four हीरोस are trying to stop them from achieving their mysterious goal.
The हीरोस to appear will be
~Nick Falon (Talon)
~Jesse
~Kal
and in the first debut ever in fanfiction (rebooted) RIN.
So yeah, THIS IS THE SERIES WITH RIN IN IT. So I hope that can help get some readers.
I plan to start लेखन it soon, uploading the first chapter after I make the fourth chapter of "IN ANOTHER WORLD"
I'd really like some readers on this. I provide quality writing, and I will try to make this reboot better then the original version.
Thank you
EAT PIE AND PROSPER
My first story, so, if आप wanna make suggestions, post of a मंच ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and कुत्ता yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and कुत्ता yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.