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Shadow of the Rifts: Survival Diaries of the Artificially Awakened

I've stopped posting this novel on this site; if anyone is reading this, they can find the continuation on royal Road. --- The universe is a boundless void, containing countless galaxies, stars, and hidden worlds. Within this vast expanse, some lives are ordinary, while others are forged in chaos. For some, there is only one goal: To survive. Our story follows a young woman struggling to cling to life on a planet teeming with lethal threats. The choices she makes, the hardships she endures, and the thin line she walks between "good" and "evil" will determine her fate. Her only edge? A specialized device crafted by her grandfather. This is a merciless survival odyssey. What to Expect: Slow-Burn & Immersive: A living world focusing on research, training, and daily survival mechanics. Moral Ambiguity: A highly intelligent protagonist with extremely thin ethical boundaries. Hard Sci-Fi Elements: Advanced mecha technology, combat armor, and gritty tactical warfare. Grimdark Themes: Includes horror elements, experiments, and dark survival realities (handled with narrative purpose). No Early OP: Power is earned through struggle and intellect, not handed out. Author’s Note & Schedule Update Schedule: I provide 12,000 to 16,000 words of content per month. To maintain consistency on this platform, I may release these as serialized sub-chapters. As a university student, I value quality over rush, but I guarantee regular updates. Community & Interaction: I value my readers' input! I frequently run interactive polls where you can influence the story’s direction—from choosing Elenor’s next equipment upgrade to deciding which tactical path she takes. Support the Journey: If you wish to access Early Access chapters, participate in exclusive story polls, or explore my other projects, please check the links in my Profile Bio. Your support allows me to keep this world alive and growing. Grim Realism: Descriptions of biological experiments and the brutal physical consequences of survival. Note: This novel does not contain explicit sexual content or erotica. However, due to its "Grimdark" nature and slow-burn progression, it is intended for a mature audience who enjoys complex, morally gray narratives.
Shadow_walking · 20.2k 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 · 345.6k Views