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Ted Bunker

Scorch.

A hundred years ago, the sun’s flames crept hotter and brighter until daylight became a furnace—mankind retreated into the night, and the world was claimed by shadow. In the silence of moonlit streets, water became worship, and three mighty prophets—Children of the Sun, Moon, and Stars—rose from ash to rule with fire-forged faith. No one knows if the Scorch was divine wrath or a cosmic accident, but for a century the faithful have burned heretics, torn nations apart, and lived by ritual “Purification” to prove their worth. Now, sixteen-year-old Ádin survives in a hidden bunker, trading scraps for scraps and precious drops of water. Marked by secret scars that only glow under his skin he lives with Fletcher, his mute golden retriever, and clings to the cryptic lullaby his grandmother left him. Out in the ruins roams Salvator Morgan, a man whose ageless eyes have seen the fall of empires and who whispers rumors of a “true child of prophecy.” When Ádin discovers the first fragment of a hidden map— he realizes he may hold the key to a long-lost salvation. But every step toward the truth draws the attention of the Children of the Stars, a fanatical cult whose young prophet will stop at nothing to claim destiny for himself. As the moon circles high and the ashes swirl, Ádin must decide: cling to everything he’s known, or embrace a perilous path that could either resurrect humanity… or consume him in the flames of betrayal. In a world where water is worship and every lie is branded in blood, survival means choosing whom to trust—and what you’re willing to burn.
SYNTRO · 1.5K Views

Bonds: A Pack of Wolves

Michael’s world is turned upside down when his father brings him to a mysterious bunker located beneath one of his family's establishments. His heart was racing, his hands were shaking, and his eyes were wide. The only thought ruling over his mind, the only question that flooded his mind, was 'WHAT IS THIS PLACE?' He asked himself repeatedly. Each time he and his father walked ever deeper into the bunker, Michael would feel an insatiable urge to question his beloved father on why he had decided that they should explore this daunting bunker. But how could he satisfy this urge to this man, this man he loved yet equally feared, this man whose anger burned like a blazing furnace? Quietly Michael walked behind his father. Finally, they reached a massive doorway. Further inside was a massive hall estimated to host at least 300 people. When he, Michael, the young lad, gazed around the hall, and when his face turned to the left side, shockingly, he saw an empty seat, which looked like a throne. "Father, what is this?" Michael questioned, "And why does that seat look like a throne?" That's because it is,He his father answered. Michael answered with another question, "Whose?" He asked, and his father went towards the throne and replied, "Mine," as he sat. Michael could not describe the emotions racing within him at that moment, but just when he thought he couldn't be more terrified, Venite, servi me! His father shouted at least 3 times. After shouting, the hall was flooded with men wearing black combative gear clothing and covered with black masks. They all came and stood in a formation as if they were trained soldiers; after they had all lined up, they themselves began shouting, Rex Lupus! Dominus Lupus! They shouted these words, words that Michael could not understand, about five times. Michael's father then responded also in a tongue he could not understand, remaining in absolute terror. Michael stood quaking after his father was done speaking to the men. All the men turned their faces from his father to him, and they shouted aloud, Iuvenis Lupus! Iuvenis Lupus. His father stood from his chair. Let's go, my son, he said to Michael. 'Who are you?' The young lad asked himself, completely and utterly stunned.
Writer_On_key · 5.9K Views

Echoes in the Long Night

As the Arctic ice caps crumble under catastrophic global warming, the ancient "Pandora Virus" — buried for millennia — unleashes hell on Earth. Chen Mo, a history student in a drowsy lecture hall, watches civilization collapse into blood-soaked chaos: the infected rise as ravenous horrors, cities become graveyards, and humanity’s darkest instincts erupt in the ruins. Armed with a fire axe, Chen Mo battles through his zombified campus with medical prodigy Lin Wei, campus beauty Su Qing, and other survivors. Betrayal and sacrifice shatter their fragile sanctuary, forcing Chen Mo on a desperate quest to find his family. In a warlord-controlled bunker, he discovers his parents died protecting the weak in a mutant-infested quarantine zone. Inheriting their resolve, Chen Mo transforms from survivor to guardian, forging the bunker into a beacon of hope called "New Haven." But its light attracts the genocidal cult "The Purifiers," igniting holy war. To reach humanity’s last stronghold — the subterranean fortress "Kunlun Base" — Chen Mo leads an elite squad across the wasteland. Through sand-choked ruins, slaver pits, and the Purifiers’ mobile fortresses, they recruit allies: a survivalist hunter, a mechanic duo, and "Shadow," a wanderer marked by secrets. Each victory comes at a cost. Within Kunlun’s ordered utopia, Chen Mo uncovers deadlier threats: factional power struggles, unethical virus-weapon experiments, and the cult’s "Prophet" who commands the infected. When intel reveals Pandora’s origin lies in an Arctic ice vault, Chen Mo launches a suicidal expedition. In the frozen lab ruins, he confronts the Prophet — a virus-human hybrid — and sacrifices comrades to destroy the hive. The "Primordial Strain" he retrieves could be humanity’s cure... or ultimate doom. As Kunlun’s leadership fractures and New Haven simmers with discord, a new power emerges from the West: the technocratic dystopia "Eden." The long night endures. Every echo of human survival etches a new epoch in the darkness.
CHIYIU · 2.7K Views

Blood and Borders

In the blood-soaked shadow of Partition, two nations went to war—and never stopped fighting.** PART I: KASHMIR’S BLOODY DAWN (1947–1948) As the British Empire collapses, India and Pakistan are born in a frenzy of communal slaughter. Trains packed with massacred refugees crisscross Punjab, while in Lahore, **Jawaharlal Nehru** and **Muhammad Ali Jinnah** duel over Kashmir’s fate. When tribal raiders storm Srinagar, the Hindu Maharaja signs away his kingdom to India in exchange for salvation. But Pakistan strikes back—capturing Skardu Fort in a brutal siege and igniting the first war over the Himalayas. Amidst the chaos, a young Sikh farmer, **Kartar Singh**, loses his family to a Muslim mob and joins the Indian Army, vowing revenge. As the UN draws ceasefire lines, Kashmir lies divided, and the seeds of eternal hatred are sown. PART II: CLASH OF TITANS (1965) Eighteen years later, Pakistan launches *Operation Gibraltar*, infiltrating Kashmir to spark rebellion. When India retaliates, full-scale war erupts. In the skies, PAF legend **MM Alam** destroys five Indian jets in 30 seconds—an unmatched feat—while **Squadron Leader Sarfaraz Rafiqui** leads a suicidal raid on Halwara airbase. With guns jammed, Rafiqui stays airborne as a decoy so wingmen **Cecil Chaudhry** and **Younus Hussain** can escape, sacrificing himself to Indian flak. On the ground, **Major Raja Aziz Bhatti** defends Lahore’s BRB Canal for 120 hours without sleep, falling to a sniper’s bullet. As tanks burn at Chawinda and navies clash off Dwarka, both nations claim victory—but the Tashkent Agreement leaves Kashmir still bleeding. PART III: BIRTH OF BANGLADESH (1971) East Pakistan explodes in revolt. After Pakistan’s *Operation Searchlight* massacres Bengalis in Dhaka, India trains the *Mukti Bahini* guerrillas. At sea, Pakistan’s submarine *PNS Ghazi* mysteriously sinks on its own mines while hunting the INS Vikrant, and *PNS Hangor* avenges it by torpedoing the Indian frigate *INS Khukri*. In the skies, trainee pilot **Rashid Minhas** thwarts a hijack by Bengali defector Matiur Rahman, crashing his T-33 rather than let it reach India—earning Pakistan’s only air force Nishan-e-Haider. On the western front, 120 Indian soldiers hold off 3,000 Pakistanis at Longewala using jeep-mounted guns. When Dhaka falls, 93,000 Pakistani POWs surrender—humiliating a nation and birthing Bangladesh. PART IV: FROZEN CONFLICTS (1984–1999) In the icy hell of Siachen Glacier, India seizes the world’s highest battlefield by stealth. Soldiers freeze solid in their bunkers as Pakistan fuels insurgency in Kashmir. After Indira Gandhi is assassinated by her Sikh bodyguards and her son Rajiv falls to a Tamil bomb, nuclear tests in 1998 push the rivals to the brink. Then, in 1999, Pakistan infiltrates troops disguised as militants into Kargil’s peaks. **Captain Karnal Sher Khan**, the “Tiger of Tiger Hill,” decimates Indian assaults until an artillery shell tears him apart. **Lalak Jan**, a Pakistani soldier, fights alone for 24 hours with a machine gun, killing 12 Gurkhas before succumbing. When India storms Tiger Hill at point-blank range and the U.S. forces Pakistan’s retreat, soldiers are abandoned on the mountains—their bodies rotting in no-man’s-land. As General Musharraf seizes power in Islamabad, the war ends unresolved, leaving behind frozen graves and a question: *Will the next war go nuclear?*
Emad_Sadiq · 12.5K Views

Those Left in the Dark

The world didn't end with a bang. No fire. No warning. Just silence. Jason Wright and his family now live buried beneath the surface, sealed in a high-tech bunker designed for survival—not comfort. With no messages from the outside and no clear explanation for the collapse, days blur into one another. Their only certainty is isolation. But what really happened out there? Was it a disaster... or something intentional? Is there still life beyond the bunker walls? Are their friends, lovers, extended family still alive—or long gone? How long can a family endure in such close confinement before old roles shift and new attractions emerge? Can Jason carry the weight of responsibility when the world above offers no answers—and the world below begins to fracture? And if he ever gets out of the bunker... what will Jason find waiting for him outside? — Author Notes — This is my first novel. It’s a character-driven, slow-burn psychological drama set in a post-apocalyptic bunker, exploring the effects of prolonged isolation, moral collapse, and shifting family dynamics. The story includes mature themes and emotional complexity. >Content Warnings / Themes: #Incest (gradual tension, emotional and/or physical) #Moral ambiguity #Post-apocalyptic survival #Isolation & mental strain #Power dynamics within a confined space #Yuri >Why I’m Writing This: I'm writing this story to push my own boundaries as a author and to explore difficult questions about ethics, survival, and human psychology when stripped of societal norms. This project is a learning process for me. I'm not aiming for perfection—I’m aiming to grow. So if you read this and feel something—anything—I’d truly appreciate hearing your thoughts. Constructive criticism is more than welcome, whether it’s about pacing, dialogue, characters, or anything else. Please let me know what worked for you and what didn’t. Thanks for giving it a chance.
Inkaryon · 110.8K Views

Chains of Fate and Fire: Bound to the King’s Gamble

[DARK FANTASY] [MATURE CONTENT] [NO RAPE] Euphy woke up alone in an abandoned bunker with no memory of who she was or how she got there. Venturing into the unknown, she discovered she had crossed into Wolfstadt—a kingdom notorious for its ruthless ruler, King Maximus Adalwolf. Known as a tyrant feared by all, Maximus was the last person she wanted to cross paths with. But fate had other plans. Desperate for answers about her past, she was forced to make a dangerous pact with the very man who embodied power and cruelty. Signing a contract she didn’t fully understand, she became bound to serve the king in exchange for his help. As she embarked on a perilous journey to piece together her lost memories, she found herself caught in a web of treachery, power, and a king who seemed as much her captor as he was her ally. In a world where trust is a luxury and freedom feels like a distant dream, she must decide whether her past is worth the price of her soul. *** “I need something in return,” he began, his tone as cutting as his gaze. She felt a chill crawl down her spine. She swallowed hard before softly asking, “What is it?” “Your ability to heal,” he stated plainly, his voice devoid of emotion. “In exchange, I’ll help you recover your memory.” She frowned at his strange request. “I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” she replied nervously, her voice slightly wavering. “I… I don’t even know if I can use healing magic. I’ve never done it before… well, as far as I remember.” The king’s golden eyes remained fixed on her, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. “Of course, you can,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone laced with an unsettling certainty. “It’s in your blood.” Leaning forward slightly, he added with a cruel edge, “And let’s not forget—you don’t really have much of a choice. Either you do as I say, or you remain a slave prisoner forever here in Wolfstadt.” The weight of his words was merciless, each one cutting deeper than the last. The way he spoke, so calm and detached, made it clear that neither option would truly benefit her. It was a game, and no matter how she played, the odds were stacked firmly in his favor. She didn’t want to go back to that prison. The mere thought of it—the cold, damp walls, the suffocating silence, and the constant sense of danger—made her chest tighten. She knew she wouldn’t survive there. With a trembling sigh, her shoulders slumped, and unshed tears pooled in her eyes. Deep down, she knew the choice she was about to make might lead to regret, but she had no other option. “Fine,” she whispered after a long, agonizing pause. “Atta girl,” the king said with a smirk that dripped with mockery, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” His tone was casual, almost taunting, as though her surrender had been inevitable. She ignored his condescension, clenching her fists to steady herself. Forcing herself to focus, she asked directly, “What do I need to do?” The king straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves as he stood. He cast a final glance her way before delivering his answer with unnerving nonchalance. “Well, to start,” he said coolly, “you have to become my wife.” Before she could react, he turned and strode out of the room, his robes trailing behind him, leaving her stunned into silence. It took her a full minute to process his words, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in like a stone in water. By the time she fully grasped it, the room was silent, and she was alone.
talesofheaven · 10.3K Views

My wife and I got Reincarnated in Martial World

Due to the sudden opening of dimensional gates, massive earthquakes tore through the Earth. A deep, unearthly sound cracked across the sky — as if the world itself had been struck by a sledgehammer. The stars flickered, then vanished behind creeping waves of ash and violet light. But inside a secluded estate tucked behind electronic gates and manicured hedges, the world still slept. Ryan stirred beneath the sheets, tangled in warmth. Jane Blackwood lay beside him, her breath calm and even. For a fleeting moment, the illusion held. Then— Bang! Bang! Bang! “Ryan!” Maggi’s voice, sharp with panic. A second slam, louder. “Open the door! Now!” Ryan groaned, still half-dreaming. “What the hell’s going on…” He slid out of bed, eyes heavy, limbs slow. When he opened the door, Eleanor nearly collapsed into him. Her hands were streaked with blood, her eyes wild. “They’re here,” she whispered, “They’re here,” she whispered. “The sky cracked open and the Dimensional gate from… Monsters are pouring out as they are tearing apart humans — Ryan, this isn’t a dream. This is real. It’s happening.” He turned, pulse hammering. “Get dressed. We’re leaving for the bunkers.” Outside, the world had ended. And the dead had begun to rise. He reached for his clothes, yanking on a shirt. But just as he stepped toward the hallway. The ceiling of the household collapses on their bodies and they died instantly but the pendant given to him by his mother started flickering and next second, In the world unlike Earth, Ryan instantly opens eyes with a gasp and when he sees himself in the mirror. He got reincarnated in another world. Disclaimer : This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Thank you !.
Xylos_Nightshade · 52.5K Views

Whispers From Nowhere

This was Earth of post-common era (3000+AC) . Filled with starvation of power , lust and primary resources.  There was no god all that present was a sight of ladies being r*ped on road , men eating and killing another man , uses of nukes and destruction of planet Mars .One day a psycho launched hundreds of nukes and Earth was destroyed.  After two centuries there are people came on surface, who are hiding in bunkers . They found out that there are some changes happening in them . A power based on there soul awaken .                 After many centuries when Earth regained its prosperity, two most powerful guy fought with there whole army and destroyed Earth to 3 parts. Around 50Million people flew away on a planet named MARU (8 light yrs away from Earth) and made a habitable civilisation .                           In present,  Rio Ryunn a who belongs to a noble lineage was tormented for being weak by his brother,  society and himself. He did some idiotic mistakes but those mistakes brighten like a great work .            He got  guidance from ultimate being and got his own harem world. But he made his choice to gain immortality after he saw a realm beyond any law of human understanding.                  What is god ? Who created this whole universe? Lust or immortality which one is good? Rio Ryunn or The VEILBORNE who is more stronger in every aspect? Why didn't god interfere when there are weaks get r*ped , eaten ,killed or tortured like born in hell?  Why is science and human intelligence can't comprehend to meaning 'GOD' ?                       This was all he got after gaining knowledge from inter-galactic travel, from his guidance, from his multiple concubines and from both POVs. Veilborne went on a way to find his goal cause neither he have love, lust nor affection.  He just want to become stronger , create a world he want . WILL HE CONQUER THE ERA OF CHIMERA AND THAT UNDEFINED REALM ? For readers : Starting of story is mess but after few chapters it'll gain it's soul . Mc will look a lil idiot who gains power just by f*cking hot and powerful ladies , by unlocking seal of that godly rune , by going on different planets but it's all depends on Readers thinking . By the way I know you guys have read many novel and stories like this so whats different in this one ? Find out ! Book Cover is not owned by me ༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ. THIS NOVEL IS UNDER UPDATE SO PARDON FOR ANY MISTAKE AND MISUNDERSTANDING.......!!
Cybersadhu · 19.3K Views

"Good lord."

The sound of slicing carrots from the kitchen was overoded with whatever sort of noise from the room of the other side. Not that the lady minded anyways, it was a sort of comfortable noise and reassurance that the kids do enjoy it here and held a certain point of comfortability. At least they weren't at all a silent suffering shell. In the other room, the kids were everywhere. Some doing risky thing, like trying to do creative tricks off a ladder, and others talking to their little group. A group of friends laid on the upper bunkers and a few kids were under one of the beds and figured that they started gossiping of heated arguments. Right in the middle of the room was a relatively small number of kids, playing a game of Duck Duck Goose maybe. They hit each other's heads as hard as they could and each reaction they got had rendered poor Jack into a wheezing gasping mess. The girl next to him was looking like she's having the time of her life, and maybe she is. Smiling beauty that could have won this year's beauty contest, was Jane -without-a-last-name. (And although she did have a last name, she prefers not to use it.) And Jane, all bright eyed and such and angel, holy and sweet and you could easily compare it to a toddler who got a bite of his first candy, was having the time of her life. _____ Alternatively, from the author. I guess you could call it a contest submission that and I am always driven by spite and also money. A friend sent this to me and somehow that turned on a sense that I should join this. WSA 2022 submission (If I recited that correctly since I'm on mobile and all) Fantasy and number 4. A female lead who's a vampire dumped at a orphanage or something. Realizes she's a vampire, goes be mature. Decided to write some backbone, a past to look back into for the future chapters. If I get more than a 100K words that would be a relief, if I get an award I think I'll just use that for my first Iphone and use that to play Genshin for the first time. ( I'll touch grass I promise. Why are most of you pay to win in that game anyway lmao) After this is done I might rewrite most things, all I'm doing now is writing every single thing that comes into mind. Though that's not assured yet. My laziness has it's ways with me. No discord, I can't manage it. No way to support me with money, I can't manage that too. Vote stuff, put whatever little thing you want in your comments, and I'll respond with memes and maybe an actual good reply. If you recognize me outside of social media, for one, this is hell, and two, I can't help but use punctuation every damn time.
RRRitz · 3.9K Views

My Gorgeous Tenant

In the deserts of Huaxia, within a secret underground bunker, a middle-aged man spoke gravely to a young woman. "I’ve leaked the information. The other families now know his location. Protect him at all costs—no mistakes. And give him this." He handed her a metal box. "It’s time for him to grow." "Yes, Uncle. But why not bring him back to the family directly? He could inherit his duties safely. Why take such risks?" The woman frowned. "No. A man must be tempered through trials. Only then will he earn respect. His current strength is weak, and the family’s internal strife is ruthless. With his parents absent and his position unstable, he must forge his own path. We’ll retrieve him when the time is right." The man sighed, his brow furrowed. "Should we tell him the truth? Secrets might wound him," she pressed. "My Gorgeous Tenant" "No. Hardship fuels his resolve. Without pressure, he’ll never strive." "Understood. I’ll leave now." The young woman departed swiftly. Meanwhile, in the United States: An elderly man with a white beard sat on a dragon-carved throne, eyes closed, slowly rotating two metal spheres in his hand. Before him knelt an expressionless woman clad in black. "Go. Their new heir has been located. Kill him," the old man commanded, his tone eerily calm. "Yes, Grandfather." The woman licked her crimson lips, a smirk flickering across her face before she vanished. Alone, the old man’s eyes snapped open, a cold smile twisting his lips. "Arrogant fool… Soon, everything will be mine." With a sudden crunch, he crushed the metal spheres, white smoke hissing from his grip like scorched iron doused in water. In the Nation of Nyuhong, a Shrine: A masked man glared at a kimono-clad woman kneeling before him. "Hmph! That old man’s heir has finally surfaced. Xidao He—eliminate him. Crush their family, and this world will belong to Nyuhong!
陈子轩 · 4.8K Views
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