Ephode

A collection of short stories; an anthology. 

I will accept commissions from my readers to write a short story; but of course, I won't be charging you money, as that will most likely somehow violate Webnovel's Terms Of Service. 

To commission a short story, you must leave a review on the novel (the number of stars is irrelevant). You must leave a general summarization in your review. I can accept and write short prompts on fanfictions if you want to, for that you'll have to include the fandom.

The maximum length of chapters for any commissioned short story is three chapters (may change depending on what I may want), so keep the plot short, fun, and concise.

(I can accept smut, but that is always optional to me.)

Here is the format (to copy & paste into your review):

Title:

Summary/Plot: (Eg: In a world where everyone has their own God who they worship, and the God would acts as their own patreon and deity, there is a person who is Godless. He finds an abandoned altar in the middle of the forest while wandering. He's learned about them in class. Abandoned altars would mean someone - or a group - had abandoned their deity. Saddened by the betrayal of the worshipper to his worshipped, he clean the altar. Somehow, in the process of doing so, the god of the ancient altar comes back alive.)

Genre(s): (Eg: Horror, Action, Sci-fi, Fantasy, etc.)

Fandom: (N/A if none)

Smut: (Y/N)

Freeform: (Any specific details you may want to add.) (Eg: I want the main character to lose his right arm in the fight in chapter 2)

The Anthology Of Ephode

Noticing the silence coming from down the street, Juggernaut paused his hand above the young girl's face, quietly grumbling at the lack of potential victims around him except for the girl.


How did all of his victims evacuate so quickly!? He didn't even get to torture his last one properly before he died of blood loss!


Well, no matter, he says to himself internally, he can always have some fun later on his own when he eventually goes into hiding after this fiasco dies down.


Looking at the girl's shivering form beneath his hand, a plan forms in his mind and Juggernaut deliberately contemplates aloud with a smile that stretched from ear-to-ear.


"I wonder what the heroes will do, knowing that a villain of my caliber has another person hostage, especially a child, of all things."


Somehow, Juggernaut's grin widens impossibly as the girl's shivering turns into a full blown mental breakdown, beginning to sob hysterically under his hand, though he pays that last part no mind.


Holding the eleven-year-old by the hair as she continues to cry, Juggernaut strolls down the now-empty street leisurely.


"Towards the scent of blood," I may reply.


The Hero Who Kills To Protect (II)