One Piece: From the Rocks Era to King of the World - Chapter 393 - : The Revolutionary Fire of the Red Earth Continent

In “Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition,” Sir Faraz masterfully crafts a collection of spine-chilling tales that plunge readers into the heart of a post-apocalyptic world overrun by the undead. Each story in this anthology is a finely-tuned exploration of fear, survival, and the human condition when faced with relentless horror. Sir Faraz’s vivid and compelling storytelling brings to life a series of unforgettable characters, each struggling to navigate a landscape where danger lurks around every corner and the line between life and death is perilously thin. With a unique blend of suspense, terror, and poignant moments, “Horrific Shorts: Zombie Edition” is a must-read for fans of the zombie genre and horror enthusiasts alike. Sir Faraz’s debut in the world of short horror fiction is nothing short of spectacular, promising readers a thrilling and terrifying journey through his imaginative and nightmarish creations.

In a land where no magic is present. A land where the strong make the rules and the weak have to obey. A land filled with alluring treasures and beauty, yet also filled with unforeseen danger. Three years ago, Xiao Yan, who had shown talents none had seen in decades, suddenly lost everything. His powers, his reputation, and his promise to his mother. What sorcery has caused him to lose all of his powers? And why has his fiancee suddenly shown up?

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

“When the old gods are forgotten, they do not die—they wait.”In the year 1025, the Viking Age wanes.Iceland bows to Christ. The Althing governs by law. And the gods of old fade to whispers.But in the far Westfjords, something stirs.Vetrulfr, a former Varangian captain and exile, returns from the East with foreign gold, forgotten warcraft, and a hunger no man can name.He comes not in peace, but to raise Ullrsfjörðr from ash and ice; building walls, carving runes, and waging war on behalf of a dying faith.From Reykjavík to Aachen, rumors spread: a ghost walks the North once more. Some call him the son of Ullr. Others, a wolf-cloaked demon.But all will know his name.and when the Valkyries call, he will answer.