GD_Cruz

Dean Dapper leads two lives. By day, he’s your average teenager enduring the hustle and bustle of everyday life in the mundane human world. By night, however, he’s the reluctant commander of the Foolhardies, a group of troublemakers fighting in a war of succession that’s been ongoing for nearly five hundred years!

A Fifteen-year-old battling mythical fairy-tale beings may sound foolhardy, but Dean isn’t in this for himself. His younger brother Luca faces a life of slavery in the fairy realm, and only Dean’s fight to become the clan hero might rescue Luca from his grim fate. Luckily, Dean finds a valuable ally in Aurana, a princess of the clan with her own political ambitions of her family claiming the empty throne.

Strategic battles, magic sword fights, the underbelly of fairy politics, and raging teen hormones—it’s all in a night’s work for Dean, Luca, Aurana, and the rest of the Foolhardies.

[UPDATE] Pausing on daily chapter releases this June 2020 on account of spending part of my writing time editing the work from the beginning. Please expect even better prose and tighter pacing from chapters 1 to 220 soon. It all starts with 1. After I'm done with that, daily chapters will resume. But don't worry, chapters will still come out weekly. It just won't be daily for now. 

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The Foolhardies

"I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul," I quoted from my favorite poem, and for some reason, it really did seem to work, this mantra thing. "I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul!"

Like static electricity raking across the edge of my shadowblade, a more brilliant, bluish light exploded out of it and rotated along the edge, following the path of its vibration up and down my falchion like a chainsaw. Errant sparks flew out of the blade every once in a while like bolts of lightning streaking out at the nearest metal surface. It was certifiably cool.

Unfortunately, as soon I thought that and lost my concentration, the intense light blinked out and my shadowblade's edge returned to its regular blue-veined default.

"Damn," I hissed. "I almost had it.

Sweat dripped down the tip of my nose. My entire body heaved from fatigue.

Astral Projection