PandaDumpling

With the advent of steam power, mankind has advanced and ushered in the industrial revolution. This is the age of steam locomotives, automatons, guns, and cannons, as well as curses, magic, artifacts, and the occult.

Hidden in the shadows are a group of extraordinary people who wield enormous power and strange abilities that normal people cannot even begin to comprehend. They are known as Transcendents!

Bryan, a wily thief with a penchant for mischief, lost his parents at a very young age and was forced to live on the streets. That is until his whole life turned around when he was shown the Path to becoming a Transcendent. 

The Theft Path specializes in deceit and illusions. It can steal everything under the heavens. Even the powers, thoughts, and lives of others.

Follow Bryan on his journey through this dangerous and treacherous world as he steals from gods and robs the mortals. 

This is the story of The Deceitful One.

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My novel has a steampunk world setting, so expect a lot of steam-powered technology as well as retro-looking futuristic inventions. Furthermore, there will be churches, secret organizations, and cults. So if you're a fan of LotM—which I have taken inspiration from btw—you will definitely like my novel. Also, this is my first attempt at writing a novel so you might find some mistakes here and there. Just know that I'm constantly trying to improve. Cheers!

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The Deceitful One

The full moon hung low in the night sky as a chilly temperature engulfed the entire city of Damascus. It was already past midnight, hence, most of the places were devoid of any sound.


Bryan continued to shoot at Anthony whom he could still see ahead of him. The former continued to give chase through the narrow alleys of the slums. 


He was fueled by unprecedented rage as he continued to sprint through the slum. Bryan had already decided on killing Anthony tonight regardless of the price he had to pay.


Bryan shot again as he emptied his pistol chamber but just like before all the bullets missed the target.


"Fuck!" He grunted in anger. It was almost as if Anthony had eyes at the back of his head. Whenever a bullet was about to reach him, he would turn into a shadow and nimbly evade it.


Pursuit