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Echoes Of Infinity.

Five years after the Blip, the universe is unraveling. Mysterious "Quantum Echoes"—reality-warping ghosts of the universe's most traumatic moments—begin manifesting across the globe and beyond: the final battle on Titan haunts New York, the fall of Sokovia bleeds into Brooklyn, the destruction of Asgard rages over the Golden Gate Bridge. These are not mere memories; they are wounds in time, capable of causing real damage and merging past with present. Doctor Stephen Strange, Sorcerer Supreme, discovers these Echoes are not random decay, but deliberate, surgical cuts in the fabric of reality. The architect is a brilliant mind shattered by grief: Princess Shuri of Wakanda. Consumed by the loss of her brother T'Challa and the cosmic trauma of the Infinity Stones, she has become The Weaver. From a hidden throne beneath Mount Bashenga, she commands an army of her own past selves, working to execute "The Great Correction": a plan to collapse all branching timelines back to a single, pristine moment before the first Stone was ever used—erasing all pain, all choice, and all free will from existence. Strange must assemble a desperate, fractured alliance to stop her: Sam Wilson, the new Captain America, and Bucky Barnes, the White Wolf; Carol Danvers, whose cosmic perspective clashes with Strange’s mystical duties; the redeemed but volatile Wanda Maximoff, who understands the dark allure of rewriting reality; and the wildly unpredictable Marc Spector (Moon Knight), whose fractured psyche allows him to see the "seams" in the unraveling world. They are joined by Peter Parker, forced to confront the ghost of Uncle Ben and the legacy of Tony Stark, and Scott Lang, whose Quantum Realm expertise becomes crucial. But the Weaver's process has an unexpected side effect: the traumatized universe is fighting back, creating "antibodies";ordinary people imprinted with the essence of fallen heroes and moments, manifesting incredible, reality-mending powers. Among them is Miguel O'Hara, a teenager who can see and weave the threads of reality itself. As the Weaver prepares her "First Stitch",the permanent deletion of the Snap and Blip from history the heroes embark on a two-pronged mission. One team mounts a desperate diversion against Wakanda's defenses, while Strange, Wanda, and the antibodies make a suicidal Quantum dive into the heart of the temporal anomaly. Their goal is not to destroy the Weaver, but to perform an intervention within the landscape of her own grief,a psychic realm of endless loss where the memory of T'Challa himself may hold the key to her salvation. This is a war not for territory, but for story. A battle to prove that a universe with pain, choice, and love is more beautiful,and more worthy of existence,than a perfect, silent, and sterile eternity. The heroes must weave a counter-narrative of hope, resilience, and messy, glorious life strong enough to drown out the symphony of sorrow that threatens to undo all of creation. Themes: Grief vs. Healing, The Ethics of Perfection, Legacy & Choice, The Beauty of Imperfect Stories, Collective Trauma and Recovery. Tone: A cosmic-scale, emotionally charged epic that balances awe-inspiring action with intimate character drama, philosophical weight, and the signature wit and heart of the MCU.
Brainstormm · 3.8k Views

My Evolution System

The kingdom of Elysium lay in ruins, its once-green fields scorched and barren, its towering spires shattered and broken. The air was thick with the stench of death, and the cries of the wounded echoed through the empty streets. King Arden, the last hope of Elysium, lay on the battlefield, his armor pierced by a hundred wounds. He looked up at the dark figure towering over him, the Dark Lord's eyes burning with an otherworldly power. "Your kingdom is no more, Arden," the Dark Lord sneered, his voice like a cold wind. "Your people are either dead or enslaved. You have failed." Arden summoned what little strength he had left and spat at the Dark Lord's feet. "You may have won this battle," he said, his voice weak but defiant, "but you will never win the war. The heroes of Elysium will rise again, and they will cast you down." The Dark Lord laughed, a sound that sent shivers down the spines of the few remaining survivors. "Foolish mortal," he said. "I have seen the future, and it is mine. Elysium will be mine, and all will bow to my power." With a wave of his hand, the Dark Lord snuffed out the life of King Arden, and the kingdom of Elysium was plunged into darkness. But in the shadows, a small group of survivors vowed to keep the flame of resistance burning, to one day rise up and reclaim their kingdom. They whispered of a prophecy, of a hero who would be summoned from another world to defeat the Dark Lord and restore Elysium to its former glory. And in a far-off land, a young man named Ryker sat in a classroom, unaware of the fate that awaited him, unaware that he was the hero Elysium needed to save it from the darkness that had consumed it...
Writer14 · 683 Views

Temptation: Breaking Victoria Sharp

He’s her assistant. Loyal. Obedient. Untouchable. Victoria Sharp built her tech empire from scratch. She's rich, ruthless, and always in control. No scandals, no distractions, especially not from a certain devastatingly attractive executive assistant with bewitching eyes and a voice that could ruin her in seconds. James Mitchell has worked under Victoria for three years, hiding his desire behind professionalism and perfect ties. He knows the rules. He respects her boundaries. But when she starts breaking her own, James isn’t sure how long he can keep pretending he doesn’t want her. What begins as subtle tension, lingering stares, coffee with hidden meanings, after-hours “accidental” meetings, spirals into something hotter, darker, and far more dangerous. She’s used to power. He’s used to silence. But neither of them is ready for obsession. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "If you want these lips, then earn them." James's words hung in the air between them, transforming the atmosphere in Victoria's office from tense confrontation to something entirely unprecedented. Victoria sat frozen in her chair, her lips still parted in silent shock, her mind struggling to process what had just transpired. Earn them. The phrase echoed in her thoughts, foreign and disorienting. "If you want to keep tasting these lips, then you'll have to woo me." The additional statement landed like a second shockwave. Woo him? Victoria Sharp didn't woo anyone. ------------- "Victoria, what are you…" James words died in his throat as he felt the warm, wet heat of her tongue against his exposed chest. Victoria had found the gap in his shirt and was licking his skin with deliberate, erotic slowness that made his entire body go rigid with shock and arousal. The sensation was unlike anything James had ever experienced, raw and intimate and so unexpected that it short-circuited his ability to think coherently. Victoria's tongue was warm and soft against his skin, tracing patterns that sent bolts of electricity straight to his core. This was madness, she knew that. But she was past caring about sanity or propriety or any of the rules that had governed her life up until this moment. All she cared about was the man in her arms and the way he made her feel like she was coming alive for the first time in years. Her tongue found the small mole on under his right eye, and she felt James's entire body shudder at the contact. "I love that mole on you," she whispered against his skin, her voice husky with desire. James's eyes slammed shut at the intimate contact, his body betraying him as a soft groan escaped his lips. The sensation of Victoria's tongue on his face was so unexpected, so boldly sensual, that his pulse hammering against his throat. "I will do as you say, James," she said, her voice husky with desire and determination. "I will woo you." The words sent a jolt of satisfaction through James's system, but it was her next statement that made his breath catch. "However, you should know that I am very territorial." "You just sit down, look effortlessly handsome, and prepare to be wooed," she said, her voice carrying all the authority of a woman who was used to getting exactly what she wanted. "Remember, James," she said, her voice dropping to a whisper that somehow managed to carry more authority than any shout ever could. "You are mine." The declaration hung between them like a brand, marking him as surely as if she'd physically claimed him. Enemies-to-lovers tension CEO x Executive Assistant Office slow-burn with high heat Obsession, betrayal, and emotional redemption One woman who’s never been owned and the man she can’t control If you love dominant heroines breaking their own rules, devoted but strong men, and drama that keeps you breathless, then be ready to be will consumed.
Fredat_ · 132.9k Views

Maestro of the Void

Humanity will never forget that cursed day. The day the Inversion Epoch began—when the sky tore open with massive rifts and monstrous creatures spilled out like nightmares made real. These things, these twisted abominations, didn’t defeat humanity with claws or teeth… but with something absurd. A broken song. A cacophony so warped and wrong that half the world went mad just hearing it. But before humanity collapsed into despair, a miracle happened—something that pushed the darkness back. Awakeners. Children, barely fifteen, suddenly manifested strings of sound woven from pure emotion. Kids with abilities so strange and terrifying they could slaughter the invaders with ease. They were protected, trained, revered. They grew stronger. And for the first time, humanity struck back. Five hundred years later… Technology advanced. Humanity reached its peak. Elias was just an ordinary-looking boy, destined to remain unawakened. And in this shitty world, “unawakened” was just a nicer way of saying trash. Cannon fodder. And Elias learned that brutally. His girlfriend dumped him for his bestfriend right after the bastard awakened. Classic troupe right, until it happens to you! His childhood friend was taken by the government minutes after her awakening, praised across every news network as a once-in-a-millennium prodigy. And he watched his parents lose their minds to the monsters, completely powerless to stop it. So Elias got pissed. Furious at the world, at fate, at everything. He lifted his head to the sky and screamed: “Fuck you, fate! You sadistic asshole!” And a god heard him. A god amused by a petty, foul-mouthed boy who refused to bow. The god offered him a deal: I will give you my domain, in exchange for one wish. And that day, the Maestro of the Void was born— A being who devours abilities… and makes them his own. However, that kind of power came with a teeny tiny drawback…
Exile0001 · 5.9k Views