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The Anomaly Beyond The System

What would you feel if the last remaining happiness in your life—your cute, clingy dear sister—was murdered right before your eyes by a few worthless scum? By some bastards who shouldn't even exist in this world? I felt rage. Hatred. At them But more than that… I hated myself. Truly. Why? Because I couldn’t move. Paralyzed from the neck down, I could only watch as she died, as her blood spurted on me. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t fight. I couldn’t even crawl to her, while her eyes were turning dull. Ah~ now they turned to me. Guess they are going to kill me too. But I don't want to die, at least not when they are alive. I've learned something in this time. In this apocalypse... weakness is a sin. The greatest sin. Here, no rights protect you. Not like they protected us before the apocalypse. No one comes to help you. Friends, neighbours, relatives. NONE. Strength. Personal strength is the only authority that truly matters in this new world. And, If you think this is where my story ends—you’re wrong. Because, [Regression possible: Yes/No?] Guess this is my cheat. I will return. Stronger than before. And I will DEVOUR everything that stands in my way. So then… sayonara, readers. "Yes, I accept." *** [Warning: This is a work of fiction set in a completely imaginary world. All characters, events, and relationships are purely fictional and should not be compared to reality. This story may explore themes that are not for everyone. If it’s not to your taste, feel free to move on—there are plenty of other stories out there. Reader discretion is advised.] This is my first novel, so it probably won’t be perfect—but I’ll keep getting better as I write. Give your reviews on this so I can improve where I have to. [Note: The story is slow paced... I think. I am not sure how the pacing will go.] [Note: There won't be R18 stuff from the start, so don't come here expecting hot scenes from the first chapter. It will take some time before I focus on that.] [Most Important Note: There will be yanderes. Lots of them.] Character Illustrations are in the Discord. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/kGKAaexz4P
Noah_7901 · 213.8k Views

Illusive Eden - He Pretends He's the Hero

Neva and Rhett—two young souls—find their heartstrings woven in love. But just as passion and peace begin to bloom, fate intervenes. Bleak, haunting circumstances scatter blades across their romance, threatening to tear them apart. Ishmael—a man with a heart of thorns—yearns to mend the wound of losing Neva. And in the end, rays of love and joy filter through the clouds of horror that darken his world—as Neva appears before him once more. Twisted fate entangles them all, revealing the Game of Sphere, as misery scorches their souls. A concealed life beyond turns its pages—one after another—gathering sin and virtue, tragedy and fortune, strength and frailty, creation, love... and hate. Illusion is where we live—in the garden of Eden before the fall of man. Illusion is serenity—an evermore sanguine of love. The vision of paradise in the New Earth sows hope deep in the soul. The delusory pleasures of this world ignite the flames that burn in oceans of fire. Illusive Eden is rapture. Illusive Eden is tragedy. The fall of man—even now bleeds red. The whisper whirls the dawn of a man—he who pretends to be the hero. --- The girl who once vowed to be his forever Now forbids him to ever appear. She refuses to recognize him, Disregarding all he ever was. He vows to protect her. Yet he is the terrifying truth she prays is a lie. He trips her, rips her apart— He's the living tragedy looming over her life. He once was her Elayne, now her hiraeth. He is the villain—pretending to be the hero. --- The Lord is the way— Steady through the wilderness. The King is the truth— Burning through the lies. The Father is the life— Breathing spirit into dust. She kneels before the Ruler, The God who shaped galaxies— He has called her a poet. Her tongue shall be anointed. Her poetry shall be the rivers of His word. She will scatter seeds in broken fields, And He will send the sun. He will send the rain. He will draw the roots down deep. He yields to the Ruler, The God of blazing holiness— He has called him a soldier. His fists shall be unclenched. The sword of the Spirit rests in his grip. He will shield the sower of the seeds, As storms rise against the harvest. His strength will be not his own, But drawn from the marrow of grace. This faith shall shake the mountains, For He has conquered the filth of the flesh. This flame will cleanse the shadows. For He has defeated the darkness. This love shall live on for eternity, For He has overcome the mortal world.
NehaPriaa · 332.4k Views