Haris Hadzic
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Guardians
Dr. An and Liam returned to their small laboratory on the outskirts of Bosanska Krupa, the luminous meteorite samples carefully secured in a reinforced container. They couldn't wait to begin the analysis, the potential for groundbreaking discoveries and technological advancements nearly overwhelming.
By Haris Hadzic8 months ago in Fiction
Guardians
On a hilltop just outside the small Bosnian town of Bosanska Krupa, a group of amateur astronomers had set up their telescopes, eager to capture the brilliance of the meteor shower. Among them was Dr. An, an astrophysicist who had come to observe the celestial event. By his side stood his teenage son, Liam, a young man with a deep curiosity about the universe, much like his father.
By Haris Hadzic8 months ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK VII
Prince of Darkness had retreated to the ominous slopes of Mount Doom, his forces decimated and his body marred by the losses suffered in the battle. He knew that the defenders, led by Elara, the mage, and their powerful eagle allies, would not be far behind. The next confrontation would be decisive, and the Prince's only hope lay in the ancient Obsidian Grimoire.
By Haris Hadzic8 months ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK VI
The island of the female warriors became the battleground for a conflict that transcended the mortal realm. The forces of darkness, led by the relentless Prince of Darkness, descended upon the sacred temple. As the battle unfolded, the female warriors fought with unwavering valor, their determination echoing through the enchanted forest.
By Haris Hadzic8 months ago in Fiction
Wrath of Gaia
Chapter 1: The Echoes of Catastrophe The year was 2026, and it had been almost three years since the deluge struck, an event etched into human history as nature's most formidable war against humanity. With a global population of 8 billion, approximately 3 billion had been unaccounted for in the aftermath of the cataclysmic deluge.
By Haris Hadzic8 months ago in Fiction
ANCIENT OAK V
"Memoria cadentium manebit in cordibus nostris," Elara chanted, her voice imbued with reverence, the ancient Latin spell resonating through the sacred grove. The coven members stood under the silvery light of the moon, their eyes reflecting the solemnity of the moment.
By Haris Hadzic8 months ago in Fiction