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Supernatural: The Monster King

Marcus Webb wakes up in a dusty Nevada motel with a cold realization: he’s no longer in his own world, and he’s no longer human. Bitten by a Skinwalker and left to rot, he survived only because an ancient metaphysical construct—the Monster King System—chose him as its host. In a world where Sam and Dean Winchester are currently hunting anything that bumps in the night, Marcus has a different goal. He knows the Apocalypse is coming in exactly one thousand days. To survive the literal end of the world, he must use his system to unite the warring monster species into a single coalition. He isn't just hunting to feed; he’s building a kingdom of monsters strong enough to stand against both Heaven and Hell. The System: Monster King Dominion & Unity Index: The core of the system. It tracks Marcus's authority over other supernatural beings. By defeating or saving monsters, he earns "Dominion," allowing him to issue absolute commands and track the "Unity Index"—a measure of how well his multi-species coalition is working together. Predator Essence (Evolution): Instead of standard XP, Marcus harvests "Predator Essence" from fallen foes. This resource is spent to evolve his physical form, allowing him to combine the traits of different monsters—like the speed of a Vampire with the shapeshifting of a Skinwalker. Hunter Threat Level (HTL): A specialized radar that monitors the proximity of threats. It specifically tracks the "Winchester Intervention" risk, turning Crimson if Sam or Dean get too close to uncovering his operation. The Corruption Index (CI): A dangerous drawback. The more Marcus uses his "monstrous" powers, the higher his CI rises. If it hits 100%, the System takes full control, erasing his human memories and turning him into a mindless, primordial beast.
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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 · 280.5k Views