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The Pondering Knight

"It was the 20th of September. I was on this little hill with my friend, stargazing. I don't remember why we were there, but it was probably me who brought us there. Ari... oh, he used to love a ruckus. So, being in a serene, quiet area... that's me written all over it. Anyway, I clearly remember looking at the moon and complimenting what a beautiful crescent it was. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something crazy—like, batshit insane. This purple... supernova, whatever, came and just crashed into a star... And after that, the sky was purple. And it was gorgeous... But what followed next crushed me. I felt pain, hopelessness, despair, anger, everything... and I really mean, every bloody emotion... just crash into me from every damned angle. Why, you ask? Well, this purple crash brought this purple gas to Earth. Eh, it's called Magike. And like a dirty parasite... it just corrupted us, man. People turned into monsters and pets into these ugly, horrendous beasts. These massive cities that used to bustle with people, everything... turned into ruins. And those that survived were mentally scarred. And, with the monsters roaming around, physically as well. I lost many friends. And let me tell you this: I hope God, or whatever is out there, protects you from ever facing such a loss... I don't want to talk about these losses now. Anyway, I was saved. Well, I was chosen, rather. By survivors and—cue the drumrolls—by a 'god-like' figure. He hates calling himself a god. You have heard about him. It's the greatest Titan... Oh, come on, not Chronos. It's Atlas, dude. Yep, he chose me. And I now navigate this world with his help, and fight on with new people beside me. Yeah, hopefully I don't die soon. And, hopefully, I get to debrief once more... Also, before I go, shoutout to Nala. Good madame. Classy as always. Eugh, I gave myself the ick, hahaha. Now bye for real." -Zaire Zontes, a Teal City survivor.
Ser_2E · 16.4k Views

Throne Of Strife: Good Boys Gone Bad

ENGAGED IN THERE OWNS LIFE TROUBLES, DOESN'T KNOW WHATS WAITING AHEAD FOR 'THEM' ...... "...." "Move. From my seat." His voice was low, calm, but carried a subtle sharpness that cut through the silence. "What do you mean?" The words barely left the boy's lips before Silas flinched. That same uneasy, familiar feeling surged through him again—this was impossible. The student occupying his chair slowly turned his pale green eyes toward him. They were sharp. Dangerous. Predatory. "This… this can't be happening," Silas murmured under his breath, a whisper lost amidst the silence of the room. A..Ahser..why is he here?. ..... "Brown… red hair… lime-green eyes…" He took another drag, the smoke hanging heavy in the chill air. "…You're the new student, aren't you?" "Do you have a problem?" he asked, his voice sharp, rude, unwavering. The first man smirked, embers from his cigarette glowing against the darkening sky. "Your name… it's everywhere in this school, boy." "So… I'm famous now?" Silas replied, his tone laced with dry sarcasm. "Famous?" the man laughed bitterly. "Of course. You've pissed off the wrong bastard." Silas's eyes narrowed. "Which bastard?" The man's smile curved cruelly. "Ah… I won't ruin my day by saying his name." Noah extended a hand toward Silas, a gesture meant to signal friendship—or at least truce. His companion behind him, Kevin, froze for a moment, caught off guard by the move. Silas, however, merely glanced at the outstretched hand, his expression unreadable. The awkwardness between them stretched like a taut string. "My name's —" "I'm not interested in knowing," Silas interrupted sharply, his voice calm but cutting, refusing the offer. Eh? What? Noah's eyes widened in surprise, the gesture he had offered recoiling in his mind as something he hadn't expected. Kevin, for a moment, flinched, unsure what to make of Silas's cold dismissal. Did he just—ignore me? Noah thought, a flash of irritation crossing his face. Silas ignored the hand entirely and turned away, moving with deliberate steps. The message was clear: he would not be swayed, not by gestures, not by charm, not by manipulation. Noah remained frozen for a heartbeat, grinding his teeth in frustration. Dark shadows of anger crossed his face. For the first time, he had extended a hand toward someone—and it had been flatly refused. ..... "Aiden—" Delan stammered, his voice trembling. "Who?" Silas asked calmly, his eyes cold and sharp as he looked at them, measuring. "These… these are Aiden's people," Delan whispered. "Aiden's people?" Silas's brow furrowed." "Is Aiden from this school? Because looking at these bastards' faces, I seriously doubt they're not from here." The intruders stood silently, listening to Silas and Delan speak. Then, their leader—who stood slightly ahead of the others—fixed his gaze on Silas, scrutinizing him carefully, as if trying to recognize something. "These eyes… this hair—" he said, nudging his companion with a laugh. "Hey, this is the kid we've heard about," the other whispered back. "Who? Oh, the one with the colorful eyes and hair—the one Boss mentioned," the leader replied. What!, boss, does their boss know me?. A thousand echoed Silas's mind. "I got to meet him myself today," the leader said with a laugh, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. "Well, you've got killer looks boy, no joke." Silas's gaze swept to the door, his colorful eyes narrowing as he counted five of them blocking the exit. In a single glance, he lost sight of the rest, spread across the room, their presence menacing and deliberate. Smoke from the cigarette curled outward as their leader, Lexi, fixed his sharp eyes on Silas. "Thinking about how you're going to get out of here?" Lexi sneered. "Of course," ...... #SchoolBullying #SchoolLife #BrokenFriendship #FriendToEnemy #Revenge #DarkSecrets #ActionDrama #RichFamilies #Betrayal # Supperpowers #SCI–FIC
AloneAsia · 13.8k Views

IT'S Hollow Throne

‎Kael Voss is nineteen years old, broke, and works the night shift at a city morgue because no one else would hire him. ‎He is not special. He was not chosen. He has no destiny. ‎ ‎What he has is a dead man's arm with a mark on it, a basement crack in the fabric of reality, and a debt counter on his skin that starts at zero. ‎ ‎It will not stay at zero. ‎ ‎Beneath the modern world runs the Rift ‎ a dying supernatural layer leaking into reality, bleeding hunger and monsters and rules that nobody wrote down. Most people never see it. The ones who do either survive and become something different, or they don't survive at all. ‎Kael steps through anyway. ‎Not because he is brave. Because he has done the math, and sitting still is already losing. ‎ ‎Every time he survives the Rift, he gains something. Strength. Perception. Abilities that have no name yet. But the Rift does not give anything away. Every ability comes with a debt attached, a cost calculated after the fact, collected at a time and in a currency he does not get to choose. He does not know what is collecting. ‎ ‎That is the part that should scare him. ‎It does. He just does not let it stop him. ‎HOLLOW THRONE is a dark progression fantasy set in the modern world. It follows one cynical, methodical young man learning to navigate a hidden war between the surface world and what lives beneath it, armed with a sharp mind, growing power, and a bill he cannot afford to ignore. ‎ ‎The debt always comes due. ‎The question is whether Kael is still standing when it does.
muisis · 25k Views