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Soul Wars

~~{ WSA 2025 ENTRY }~~ Ahriman wants nothing more than a normal, peaceful life. He has no interest in friends, ambitions, or anything beyond avoiding trouble. He understands how his world works, the position he holds within it, and the best way to navigate it—all for the sake of securing a life free from problems and worries. To achieve that, he lies, fakes emotions, agrees easily, and does whatever it takes to slip past conflict unnoticed. But fate has other plans. One night, he wakes up paralyzed on a riverbank, the cold air biting at his skin. He can’t remember how he got there. Panic grips him as he struggles to move, to think, to make sense of his situation. Then, from the shadows, a robed figure approaches. Ahriman calls out, desperate for help—but the figure ignores him. Instead, the man mutters something incomprehensible, a language that twists and warps in Ahriman’s ears. Before he can process what’s happening, the world plunges into darkness. The next thing he knows, he’s waking up in a hospital. They tell him he was in an accident. They tell him he’s fine. But he isn’t. Something feels wrong. Ever since that night, strange phenomena haunt his life. His dreams become too vivid—grotesque visions filled with nightmarish, otherworldly creatures. And yet, for reasons he can’t explain, they never attack him. Worse still, no matter how long he sleeps, exhaustion clings to him like a curse. It’s as if his body refuses to rest, as if something is gnawing away at him from the inside. The relentless cycle of sleepless nights and haunting dreams begins unraveling the fragile normalcy he’s spent his life protecting. And then, in one of those dreams, he meets her. A woman unlike anything else lurking in his nightmares. She doesn’t just unsettle him—she shatters him. With nothing more than her presence, she strips away the illusion he’s clung to for so long, leaving him bare before a truth he never wanted to face. His past. His mind. His very existence. Nothing is what he thought it was. And now, there is no going back.
inzi · 879 Views

Soul-Link

Quincy Reigns was the kid nobody noticed—until the day he died. Bullied, overlooked, and dreaming of a life beyond the torment, Quincy’s only solace was his best friend, Drake, and his secret crush on Jade North, the most beautiful girl in school. So when Jade asked him on a date, Quincy couldn’t believe his luck. But luck had nothing to do with it. Jade and her friends weren’t interested in love—they were after power. Dark magic power. And Quincy was the perfect sacrifice. Betrayed and left for dead in an abandoned church, Quincy should have been gone forever. Instead, he was reborn. A mysterious force known only as the *Spawn System* chose him, granting him unimaginable powers: the ability to manipulate shadows, summon weapons from the void, and command forces beyond human comprehension. But this gift came with a price. Quincy was no longer just a boy—he was a weapon, a wildcard in an ancient war between demons, angels, and everything in between. Now, Quincy must navigate a treacherous world of witches, archangels, and mythical creatures, all while uncovering the truth behind his transformation. Why was he chosen? What is the Spawn System hiding? And can he trust anyone—including himself—when the line between hero and monster begins to blur? As Quincy hunts for answers, he’ll face the ultimate choice: seek revenge on those who betrayed him, or rise above his pain to become something greater. But in a world where power corrupts and shadows whisper, survival might cost him his humanity.
Her_Sun · 1.5K Views

Lord of the Steam

As the saying goes, "Hard times create strong men." It’s a phrase the Valorian nobles love to throw around, a shiny little motto they use to justify their oppression of the lower classes. Up there, near the sky, where the air is cleaner and the sun actually reaches, they live in their glittering towers, untouched by the rot that festers below. Down here, in the depths, it’s a different story. Rats gnaw on the corpses of those killed for a few dollars or maybe it was just a bar fight that went wrong, ending with one of the responsables with a bullet to the head. Who knows? Who cares? That’s just life at the lower levels. Brutal, ugly, and short. I’m one of the lucky ones, if you can call it that. Thanks to my aunt’s tireless efforts, I managed to claw my way into the Valorian Military Academy. Don’t let the fancy name fool you... it’s just a glorified cannon fodder factory. But hey, at least I get paid while I’m here, and that’s more than most lowlifes like me can say. Still, the question gnaws at me... Will I even live long enough to pay my aunt back for everything she’s done for me? Cadets like me are sent on patrols to "maintain order" in the lower districts, which is just a polite way of saying we’re thrown into the meat grinder. The mafias down here don’t care about uniforms or badges. They’ll kill you just for looking at them wrong. And today? Today’s my first time leading a small squad of cadets on patrol. We’ve been assigned to one of the "safest" areas in the lower districts... as if such a place even exists. The air is thick with the stench of decay, and the streets are lined with hollow-eyed faces that have seen too much and given up on hope. But that’s not even the worst part. No, the worst part is her.... This cheeto-headed girl!!
Shazorwy · 7.5K Views
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