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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 · 344.1k Views

Jujutsu Kaisen: Tragedy Life Simulator

In the deranged world of Jujutsu Kaisen, having no Cursed Energy and no Cursed Technique is the greatest original sin. Touma Hayase crossed into this world with nothing. A talentless monkey in the eyes of every sorcerer, orphaned by Cursed Spirits that butchered both his parents, he nearly died the same way they did. Then, on the knife's edge of death, he obtained the "Simulator". No room for trial and error in the real world? Fine. He'd pay for every lesson in blood inside the Simulator. He began hunting for truth within those simulations, piecing together every scrap of intelligence about this twisted world. Used as bait by a deranged supervisor. Thrown onto the front lines as a meat shield by the Zenin Clan. Marked for extermination by Special Grade Curse Users who considered him a remnant of the old era. Through countless deaths, countless simulated dead ends, Touma didn't just accumulate unfathomable depths of Cursed Energy. He awakened an Innate Technique all his own: Phantom Night Parade, the power to forcibly read and replicate any Cursed Technique. Go ahead. Kill me once. I'll steal your techniques and your secrets from inside the Simulator. Years later, the Shibuya Incident erupted. The Culling Game began. When the Big Three Sorcerer Families and the rotten elite scrambled for a scapegoat, they found that the monkey they'd once trampled underfoot had already climbed a throne built on the corpses of Special Grade Cursed Spirits and high-ranking sorcerers alike, hell-bent on tearing this twisted world apart and rebuilding it from the ground up.
rivyura · 2.2m Views

Daayaansh : when Enemies Become Protectors

In the heart of modern-day Delhi, 2026, a terrifying phenomenon begins to unfold young university students are mysteriously aging into old men overnight. The city is in a state of panic, and at the center of this chaos is Kian, a 'Daayaansh' (the offspring of a Daayan). Cursed with an eternal hunger, Kian has roamed the earth for centuries, forced to steal the lifespan of others just to survive. Haunted by his own existence, he is a predator who desperately wishes to be human. ​Enter Aarav Sharma, an unassuming history student at Delhi University. Aarav’s life takes a drastic turn when he unknowingly awakens the 'Vaishnav' powers of his ancestor, Raja Manikya the very king whose lineage was sworn to eradicate the Daayaansh bloodline. ​When fate forces these two sworn enemies together, an ancient war is reignited. Aarav is caught between his duty to protect the city from the 'monster' and his growing realization that Kian’s golden eyes hide a soul-shattering pain. ​With a secret organization named 'AAGYA' hunting them for their biological secrets and the vengeful spirit of the tantric Virbhadra seeking to reclaim Kian’s power, the line between protector and destroyer blurs. ​Will Aarav strike down the enemy he was born to kill, or will he become the protector of the one person the world fears the most? ​“I am the end of your hunger, and you are the beginning of my curse.” #UrbanFantasy #MaleLead #HiddenPower #EnemiesToCompanions #ModernMagic #SupernaturalMystery #IndianMythology
Aaryaveda · 26.4k Views

Metro Genesis.

METRO GENESIS by Ada. The year is 3044. Humanity made it this far. Barely. AI got sorted eventually, redirected toward handling the tedious, the administrative, the soul-crushing weight of daily existence so humans could spend time doing things that actually required being human. A noble vision. Metro City found a way to make even that sinister. Metro City was never a good place to live. It was, however, always a spectacular place to disappear, into its rain-slicked streets, its corporate towers, its carefully maintained illusion that someone, somewhere, had things under control. Buried beneath that illusion was the Nemesis Protocol Unit. Black ops. Off the books. The agency that handled the problems polite society preferred to pretend didn't exist. The NPU didn't officially exist. It was also the only thing standing between Metro City and complete collapse. For nearly as long as the NPU existed, there was NexoPharma. Gleaming towers. Government contracts. The kind of respectability built on strategic donations and carefully placed allies. Ask anyone on the street what NexoPharma was really doing in those labs and they'd lower their voice and say the same thing: bioweapons. They weren't wrong. In 3034, rookie agent Adrian Cole was assigned to NexoPharma Tower. Routine investigation. Get in, gather evidence, get out. It was not routine. The tower caught fire. The kill teams mobilized. His senior partner went back for him when he didn't have to, pushed Adrian clear, and didn't make it out. Adrian crawled from that building on two broken ankles, alone, with the sound of screaming that stopped too soon ringing in his ears. He spent two weeks in hospital. He spent the next ten years trying to deserve it. By 3044, Adrian Cole is the Ace of NPU, the best field agent the Nemesis Protocol Unit has ever produced. Decorated. Relentless. Still haunted. The kind of man who walks into situations that break other agents and walks out with the truth still intact. Metro City is working on fixing that. Above him sits Elias, NPU's iron-spined higher up, a man who has survived long enough to know exactly which questions you ask out loud and which ones you take permanently to your grave. He gives Adrian enough information to complete the mission. Never quite enough to understand what the mission actually is. Then there is Garrick, pilot, transport specialist, and somehow the most aggressively normal human being in this entire story. We are enormously fond of him. We are also deeply concerned for him. There is also Marcus. That's all we're saying about Marcus. You'll understand why. And finally, Aveline. Ace of the Crime Division. Half Canadian, half Russian. The kind of dangerous that doesn't announce itself. She is a psychopath, this is not a plot twist, not a slow revelation, not a dramatic chapter reveal. Everyone who works with her knows it. Everyone who works against her really knows it. She is not looking for redemption. She was never soft. She looked at Metro City in all its corruption and decided the correct response was not to fix it, but to be better at it than everyone else in the room. Not sweet. But definitely a psycho. Metro City is rotting. The Nexo Incident has begun. The corporations are panicking quietly, violently, and with excellent legal representation. And somewhere in the middle of all of it, an agent running on borrowed time and a woman who never needed a reason are about to find out exactly how deep Metro City's rot goes. It goes very deep. Nobody is ready. Least of all you. Welcome to Metro Genesis. Try not to get attached.
Ada_exe · 43.2k Views