Welcome to Solar Kvlt Pulp. If you're looking for high octane, esoteric, weird, bizarre, and intriguing pieces of literature fueled by pure testosterone and wrath, you're in the right place. Social media presence will be expanding in the future, but for now this exists here simply because this platform makes it easy to upload and download files.
In the coming weeks and months, you can expect at least give free novellas that will range from traditional sword and sorcery, to occult detective type stories. All of them will be very unique, and not something a "traditional" publisher would have much interest in touching due to their niche nature.
We will also be accepting submissions soon, if you think you have anything that fits the bill for what has been talked about here.
Until next time, hail Sunna, hail Sol, hail Ra and Helios, hail the very sun itself, who gives life to the world every morning through her radiant beauty.
In the coming weeks and months, you can expect at least give free novellas that will range from traditional sword and sorcery, to occult detective type stories. All of them will be very unique, and not something a "traditional" publisher would have much interest in touching due to their niche nature.
We will also be accepting submissions soon, if you think you have anything that fits the bill for what has been talked about here.
Until next time, hail Sunna, hail Sol, hail Ra and Helios, hail the very sun itself, who gives life to the world every morning through her radiant beauty.
ISLE OF THE END
Not exactly what this channel is about, but certainly a taste of things to come. This was a story written as a submission to Man's World magazine last year, that obviously didn't make the cut else we wouldn't be here. After some light editing work on my end, I think I've got it just about clean enough where I'm happy with it.
A group of ex-SS soldiers, now turned to piracy after the war, gets caught between a rock and a hard place while out at sea. While in the midst of a storm, the crew finds themselves transported to a strange island full of bizarre monuments to forgotten gods, built by a dead civilization. With nothing but the primitive islanders as their guide, they're soon introduced to a world of horror and savagery. Enjoy 10 pages of big, dumb, gun toting, action packed, eldritch fun in this short story.
(Cover art is AI generated; Story is written by me without any AI assistance)
Not exactly what this channel is about, but certainly a taste of things to come. This was a story written as a submission to Man's World magazine last year, that obviously didn't make the cut else we wouldn't be here. After some light editing work on my end, I think I've got it just about clean enough where I'm happy with it.
A group of ex-SS soldiers, now turned to piracy after the war, gets caught between a rock and a hard place while out at sea. While in the midst of a storm, the crew finds themselves transported to a strange island full of bizarre monuments to forgotten gods, built by a dead civilization. With nothing but the primitive islanders as their guide, they're soon introduced to a world of horror and savagery. Enjoy 10 pages of big, dumb, gun toting, action packed, eldritch fun in this short story.
(Cover art is AI generated; Story is written by me without any AI assistance)
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When you make an offering, you must offer something which has meaning, which has value. Does this then mean you must spend obscene amounts of money in order to make a worthy offering to your god? Not at all. For what is money except a physical token of spent time? What gives something meaning and value, is the energy expended on it's creation.
More than merely publishing dissident or off the wall short stories and novels, this page and "brand" are what I would consider a virtual offering bowl to her cosmic radiance, Sunna. Both by reading the stories printed here, and in my writing them, is she honored and worshipped through energy expended in her name.
Two hours to sunrise, hail the Sun this morning.
More than merely publishing dissident or off the wall short stories and novels, this page and "brand" are what I would consider a virtual offering bowl to her cosmic radiance, Sunna. Both by reading the stories printed here, and in my writing them, is she honored and worshipped through energy expended in her name.
Two hours to sunrise, hail the Sun this morning.
Forwarded from Wehrwolf Dynamics
The Masculine Urge to ignore any and all advice, so you fuck everything up and learn your lesson the hard way and never forget it, like a boneheaded retard
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Incredible meditation session today. As I chanted beneath the holy rays of the Golden Charioteer, my vocalizations harmonized with the wind. Victory conditions became more clear in my mind's eye and she lead me to where I shall set her first idol. As I walked back to my vehicle, I felt her loving warmth upon me and she informed me of the path forwards. I feel the presence of curious nature spirits as well, though I doubt anything will come of this beyond curiosity.
Also I scared the shit out of some faggot urbanite when I emerged from the tree line.
Hail the dawn, brothers and sisters.
Also I scared the shit out of some faggot urbanite when I emerged from the tree line.
Hail the dawn, brothers and sisters.
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HEATHENS
After a small town in south Texas is sacked by a mysterious tribe of bandits, a group of bounty hunters sets off in hot pursuit. However, as the trail gets warmer and warmer by the mile, the scalp collectors begin to slowly realize things aren't all as they seem. Perhaps a new breed of Indian never discovered before, or perhaps something else entirely. Regardless, the gods these heathens bow in front of are entirely different to anything the men have seen, and they respect but one thing: Strength.
After a small town in south Texas is sacked by a mysterious tribe of bandits, a group of bounty hunters sets off in hot pursuit. However, as the trail gets warmer and warmer by the mile, the scalp collectors begin to slowly realize things aren't all as they seem. Perhaps a new breed of Indian never discovered before, or perhaps something else entirely. Regardless, the gods these heathens bow in front of are entirely different to anything the men have seen, and they respect but one thing: Strength.
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The Solar faith is not one of esotericism and long sermons, but rather the byproduct of unfettered gut instinct. Every single culture on planet earth has a sun god, every single one recognizes the sun as something to be adored and praised. From the most intelligent priest to the most retarded knuckledragger, the simple act of looking up proves there is a god. It feels good to sunbathe, it feels good to work with your hands, it feels good to fuck, and fight, and create, and destroy, if feels good to thank the sun for giving you light by Wich to do these things, it all feels natural. Trust your gut instinct, it's kept your bloodline in business for thousands of years.
Heil Sunna.
Heil Sunna.
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Forwarded from War Lover's Gallery
I believe that there are some men who are descendants of mythological heroes and who have had the same physical characteristics preserved as their ancestors from thousands of years ago. I believe that there are men who are descendants of Hercules, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Perseus, Beowulf, Siegfried etc. Their physique and soul showed it. And no, you aren't one of them.
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