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Apollyon (Male Reader x League of Legends Universe)

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"A Man, a Beast of Darkness and a Monarch of Shadows. You are all of these things. A being of pure rage followed by death yet you strive to save others. Kind to some and ruthless to others, but never lose sight of who you are. You're suffering made you the person you are today, the monster we need and we the hero we want."

The Black Rose had one chance. One chance to create their perfect champion. A collection of their most powerful artifacts and powers they created the monster known as Apollyon. But while the Black Rose thought Apollyon would be their key to world domination they could've never realize the power they gave him. A power to reduce the world to ashes or to save it forever.

Of course, I do not own Runeterra and it's characters nor anything else I may use or reference. I only own the story itself and any characters I make myself or locations, objects etc.All Rights Reserved

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that one SWURD by xyltharion

Long ago, when the world was young and humanity struggled against the forces of chaos, the gods intervened. They forged a sword, not as a weapon of destruction, but as a gift of hope. Each god poured a fragment of their essence into it-courage, wisdom, resilience, and strength. It's a sword meant for everything possible. For centuries, the blade lay hidden, waiting for the right moment to be discovered. It wasn't buried in gold or locked away in a grand vault-it rested quietly in the heart of the earth, untouched and unseen, until the time was right. When the first hand grasped the hilt, the sword came alive. Its surface shimmered with an otherworldly glow, a promise of the power within. The one who found it didn't know the gods had shaped it, nor did they understand the weight of what they held. But the sword recognized them. It responded to their strength, their resolve, and their needs. As the blade cut through the darkness for the first time, it wasn't just its edge that brought change. It was the force behind it-the will to fight for survival, for something greater than fear. With every swing, the sword grew brighter, stronger, as if it fed not on blood but on purpose. Though the gods forged the blade, it wasn't theirs anymore. In that moment, it became part of humanity, a bond between the divine and mortal worlds. And for the one who wielded it, the sword was more than steel and magic-it was a companion, a guide, and a silent promise: you are not alone. Thus began the sword's journey, not just as a tool of battle, but as a symbol of what humanity could become. And though its path was just beginning, the gods knew it would go on, far beyond what even they could imagine. (this is my very first novel. I got my inspiration from a nail clipper)

A Fairy's Story || Rogue Cheney {COMPLETED} by birdkeeperhana

Have you ever lost the only person you care for most? Well I have. My so called father left me in some woods to fend for myself. There in those woods I met the person I ever considered a father figure, Acnologia. Yeah I know what your thinking, 'Daughter of Acnologia?! Aren't you evil?' And no I'm not evil neither is my dad, or so I thought. 19 years later, I finally made it back to my true home, Fairy Tail. I came back to my twin little brother and Gramps. Even tho I'm 10 minutes older then Laxi, I still call him my little brother. Some people say I have a guild masters heart, well I am the guild master's granddaughter. I never knew a cretin shadow dragon slayer would change my way. I guess I am the light in his darkness. Thank you @blossombaker for the cover~

Didn't Really Matter Anyway by GabrielXander

That's right, these are just.. my memories. They're flashing before my eyes, but why? Am I dying? No, I can't die yet, there's so much I have to do. And really... I really don't want to relive through these memories. My past... This worthless past. This worthless... "And that fleeting hope where I started to believe that I could fix my life grew so big, I couldn't control it. At that moment, I knew I had to make it back to finish my self-imposed duties." "But in the end, they were nothing but words. I couldn't manage a single thing on my own. At the end of the day, right before my eyes, I'm reminded that I shouldn't have been the one to survive-Not at all." All of my attempts, everything I've been through, and all I had to suffer for, it was all just a pathetic, comical, uninteresting story. [Also on Quotev under GabrielXander]

I AM THE ORIGINAL OWNER OF THE PROTAGONIST'S BODY. by pushisinung

I ALWAYS THOUGHT I WAS THE SECOND MALE LEAD. BUT TURNS OUT I WAS EVEN LESS THAN THAT. WHEN I THOUGHT I HAD DIED, I MET THE DEVIL. EXCEPT THAT WE HAVE MET ONCE BEFORE. THE DEATH THAT LED ME HERE, WAS THE SECOND TIME I HAD DIED. "YOU HAVE FULFILLED THE TERMS OF THE CONTRACT." THE DEVIL SAID. "YOU ARE THE FIRST ONE TO SUCCEED. IT WAS INEVITABLE THAT YOU LOST YOUR MEMORY AND YOUR WILL FOR REVENGE SANK DEEP INTO YOUR LOSS." IT WAS HARD TO ACCEPT. AS AN AGENT FILLING THE ROLE OF THE SECOND MALE LEAD, I THOUGHT I WAS BORN AS ONE. BUT EVERY IDENTITY I HAD EVER HOLD WAS A HOAX. BECAUSE THE REAL ME WAS SOMEONE PATHETIC WITH THE WILL OF GOD AGAINST MY SIDE. LIKE EVERY STORY IN A ONCE UPON A TIME..... A MISTREATED CHARACTER WHO WAS ABUSED WAKES UP ONE DAY; WITH THEIR DEMEANOR COMPLETELY CHANGED; AS IF POSSESSED. WITH THE BLESSING OF A SECOND CHANCE TO LIFE, THE MISTREATED CHARACTER SHINES BRIGHTER AGAINST THE DARK, THE CONTRAST OF HIS PAST SELF AND HIS CURRENT SELF ESTABLISHING THE FOUNDATION OF THE TITLE "PROTAGONIST." HE FACE SLAPS HIS FEAR WITH COURAGE. CHANGES HIS IMAGE FOR THE BETTER. WITH EYES RIPPLING LIKE CLEAR WATER HE CHARMS EVERYONE UNDER HIS SPELL. MEN FALL FOR HIM. WOMEN FAWN OVER HIM. AMONG THOSE MEN WHO ARE OF HIGH VALUE BECOME THE MALE LOVE INTERESTS. THOSE WHO ABUSED HIM FELL FOR HIM. THE MAN WHO RAPED HIM FALLS FOR HIM. THE TYRANT EMPEROR OF ANOTHER KINGDOM BECOMES INFATUATED WITH HIM. EVEN THE FAMILY THAT SOLD HIM AWAY WANTS HIM BACK. ALL THESE CHANGES HAPPEN AFTER THE SOUL IS CHANGED. THEN WHAT ABOUT THE ONE WHO HAD DISAPPEARED? WHAT ABOUT THE ORIGINAL SOUL OF THE BODY THAT THE PROTAGONIST HAS TRANSMIGRATED TO? I WAS EXACTLY THAT ORIGINAL SOUL:THE REAL OWNER OF THE PROTAGONIST'S BODY. ZEKE, IS, BACK! FOR REVENGE. THIS WORLD WILL BURN DOWN WITH MY REVENGE. I REMEMBER NOW! I HAD SOLD MY SOUL TO THE DEVIL. FOR REVENGE. AND NOW, MY REVENGE STARTS. I WILL MAKE THIS WORLD MY HELL.

The Secrets We Bury by pradabagg

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K/DA's Soul of Cinder by Jestilence

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The Reaver Chronicles: Raphael (Book 2) by XxGiftxX37

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