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Destroying the World for Fun

When The Pulse sweeps over Earth, it rewrites biology and society. About tenth of the population is granted superpowers, and the country Sain descends into conflict. In the South of Sain, Rory survives the new age the same way he survived the old one: by refusing to be human about it. Scarred, underfed, and already hollowed out by abuse, he awakens time manipulation. Power does not make him a hero; it was a weapon that lets him turn his twisted mind into reality. Gangs take control of parts of Rory's city, prisons empty into the streets, and “law” lose all meaning. In the North, the collapse wears holy symbols. Churches and mosques harden into armies. Prophets appear. Miracles become tactics. A religious war ignites as extremists save souls by hunting infidels. And admist that holy war is Loria, an abandoned orphan who stopped believing in gods long before they started murdering nonbelievers. She awakens space manipulation and sees the world in black and white. She's playful, violent, and brutally selective about who deserves mercy. Two broken narrators. Two regions collapsing in different ways - one into gang rule, one into theocracy, all while the government tries to retake the country and bring order back. A dark web novel about ruthless survival, escalating abilities, faction wars, twisted romance, and protagonists who aren’t here to save the world - only to outlive it. P.S. - I made the decision after chapter 20 to not use any AI in the storytelling at all, and I will only use it for refining specific sentences that I'm not sure how to phrase correctly.
Railvas · 5.6k Views

Dread Bound

Every New Year’s Eve, the blood moon rises, and with it comes a deadly truth: sleep can mean death. Some who succumb are dragged into the Lunar Plane, a nightmarish expanse ruled by lunar creatures that consume minds. Some humans, known as dreamers, survive the ordeal but at a terrible cost. They wander the creatures’ endless voids, returning only when they escape, their presence feared above all. Society has learned to dread them, seeing them as both a threat and a resource: unstable, unpredictable, yet capable of knowledge, foresight, and psychic power far beyond normal human limits. To control this danger, governments and mega-corporations maintain strict contracts with known dreamers. Some are coerced into monitoring the Lunar Plane, keeping the peace, hunting rogue entities, or extracting intelligence from the void for profit and defense. Others are weaponized for warfare, their unique abilities exploited to infiltrate enemy networks, manipulate adversaries, or sabotage opposing forces on either earth, or the lunar plane in which they are teleported to in their dreams. Wealthy citizens protect themselves with neural implants, anti-dreamer wards, and other advanced technology, creating a stark divide between those who can go toe to toe with dreamers, and those who cannot. Dreamers walk a razor’s edge, feared, exploited, and isolated, their humanity often traded for survival or for the strategic advantage of those who control the world above. Ryven never wished to become a dreamer. He never wanted to roam a void of horrors or wield powers he did not understand, yet after a sudden car crash, he awakens inside a the expanse of a horrifying creature, forced to watch it mimic his friends and family as he struggles to find a way back to life in the world above, a world both dazzling and terrifying in its technological sophistication yet blind to the nightmare many inhabit. As the blood moon rises again, the boundary between life and the Lunar Plane blurs, and Ryven must navigate a world that fears him even as it uses him.
Sourkiwi · 19.6k Views

Catalyst Cross Lesio

Naph had a couple of years of extremes. One year, he was trying to chase down a few rats in a desert. Another he was hunting bears in a river. There was a year when he just chilled himself on a beach. His volatile heart mayhems his life. This time his hunt had a different breed entirely. Named Bulwark. Quite the bounty on such a name. The only requirement? Bring the head back clean and without damage. Hunting was a sport. At least that’s what he had learned by watching others. Every adult showing off their repertoire of the dead. His volatile nature and teen years hadn’t taught him whom to show off or not. Bulwark was his first human kill. Yet it was his first insight into what a ‘catalyst’ could do. His survival had been on his intellect earlier, but not anymore. The world responded. He ran. Ran into things he hadn’t heard. Will the world make him another number in its long list of the dead? Or will he learn its truths? Will he know of the unspoken words he hadn’t processed? His heart a volatile entity; the world a raging a beast chasing him. And a few words that he didn’t knew- yet one etched itself in: “Cata”. ---------------------------------------------------- To read ahead of Webnovel and RoyalRoad become my patron on patreon.com, the handle is mentioned below! :) This story is also available on RoyalRoad.com with the same title "Catalyst Cross Lesio" with the username 'alexUnderTheStars'. My paypal is connected to it, so if you wish to help out a budding artist do go to my "Catalyst Cross Lesio" on RoyalRoad.com and hit that donate button! Thank you! :) ---------------------------------------------------- Instagram handle: @catalyst.cross.lesio Patreon handle: @alexUnderTheStars Discord link: To be announced!
alexUnderTheStars · 1.5k Views