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The Price Of Salvation

In the quiet town of Eldridge, where stories of old lingered like rain on dry earth, lived a boy named Nathaniel. At just twenty years old, he was not an ordinary teenager; he had a deep curiosity about the unseen world—the spirits and energies that lay just beyond what we can see. Many nights, he would lie under the stars, thinking about life’s mysteries, the ideas of good and evil, and the balance between light and dark. One evening, as night fell over Eldridge, Nathaniel wandered into the woods that bordered his town. The trees stood tall and ancient, their twisted branches reaching for the sky. He often found peace in this natural space, where the rustling leaves shared secrets and the cool breeze took away his worries. But on this night, a strange energy filled the air—a tension that made him uneasy. As he walked deeper into the forest, Nathaniel came upon a clearing glowing with an eerie light. In the center stood a figure wrapped in shadows, its shape shifting like smoke. The air buzzed with energy, and Nathaniel’s heart raced with fear and curiosity. He had read about spirits that could grant wishes or give power at a price but never thought he would meet one. "Welcome, young seeker," the figure said in a soft voice that slipped into Nathaniel's mind. "I am Zareth, a being tied to realms beyond your understanding. I have watched you closely, sensing your desire for knowledge and power." Nathaniel stood still, captivated by the figure's presence. "What do you want from me?" he asked softly. Zareth laughed, a sound both charming and chilling. "I offer you a pact—a deal that will give you great power for seventy years. You can shape your future, command forces beyond your dreams, and influence those around you. In return, when the time comes, I will claim what is mine: your body and soul." The weight of Zareth's words pressed down on Nathaniel. The thought of having power was thrilling; he pictured himself as someone important—a hero or even a ruler. But deep inside, doubt crept in. Could he trust this shadowy figure? What did it mean to trade his soul for power? Sensing his hesitation, Zareth leaned closer, his form swirling around Nathaniel. "You want knowledge, don’t you? You wish to understand the world? With my gift, you will unlock secrets hidden from mortal eyes. You will be admired and feared." The promise stirred something within Nathaniel—a tempting call that echoed in his heart. He imagined standing tall, commanding storms and bending fate to his will. The fear of losing himself felt distant compared to the excitement of potential. With a mix of fear and excitement, Nathaniel reached out to Zareth. "I accept your offer," he said, sealing his fate with those words. As their hands touched, an electric shock ran through Nathaniel’s body, igniting every nerve with raw energy. A dark symbol appeared on his palm—a mark binding him to Zareth’s will. In that moment, Nathaniel gained power but also became vulnerable; he had traded his future for fleeting desires.
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Leah's Fate

His eyes were on me, but he wasn't speaking. “Gerald?” I touched his hand. “You have something to tell me?” All he said was “I understand.” But I felt the need to speak out. Guilt was building up in me, filling me up like a cup that was ready to overflow with water. His consistent look at me couldn't let me have a moment of peace. “Actually… Andrea and Raguel… They tricked me into spending a private time with Amon.” It was hard for me to maintain my flow of words, and I took in breaths. “I didn't realize he would try to seduce me.” My hands were rubbing against each other, the sweat forming on my palms acted as lubricant. But Gerald's expression did not change. “That's not a big issue on ground.” He shook his head about three times. “You have something that belongs to Amon.” Something that belonged to Amon? What if he knew I was pregnant with Amon's child? ************************************** Was it all about love or the mate bond? My lover, Amon, had left me for a girl he claimed was his fated mate, and I was torn apart, feeling like there was no life without him. In just a month, I met Gerald, the Alpha of another pack, and he turned out to be my mate. But then, I was pregnant with Amon’s child. I had decided to keep my pregnancy a secret because of the rule of my pack, and Amon was never aware of it. Gerald marked me without a hint of it, but things turned crazy when Amon showed up in secret, claiming he loved me. I was conflicted, but there was more to Gerald that I didn't know. Everyone around me was hinting vague things about him that they weren't certain of. Well, whatever it was, I was going to accept it as part of my fate.
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TPV: The Price of Zero

"If a man is never born, is he dead? If a thing is never seen, does it exist? If a name is never spoken, does it carry meaning?" I do not ask these questions to be answered. I ask them because no one dares to. The universe is built on the arrogance of definition. Numbers, laws, identities—shackles that are forged in language, in memory, in time, or this theory that lingers in our brains called collective consciousness. But what of the spaces between? The void? Reality? The things that exist outside knowing, outside the gaze of men and gods? Or does it not exist at all? If so, how are we speaking about it? Paradoxical isn’t it? He was such a thing. A presence without a name. A shadow cast by nothing. Or nothing cast by a shadow? If history is a river, he was the drought. If men are measured by the weight of their deeds, he was the absence of gravity itself. He did not belong, not in this world, not in any world, because he was not of the world. Not forgotten. Not ignored. Not erased. Simply… he never counted. And yet, in the nothing, he saw everything. The weight of unspoken thoughts. The blood behind unshed tears. The truth in silence. The universe was full of things unseen, of wounds never given words, of horrors never given shape. And he understood. He understood that nothingness was not the absence of being, but the absence of limitation. He understood that a thing untethered by perception is a thing without chains. He understood that the moment a man asks, "What is the shape of nothing?"— —he has already begun to see it. The idea of liminalism or being liminal. He experienced it and it drove him not to insanity, but sent him spiraling into the depth of the abyssal word of all what it carried of meaning, something much much beyond than mere insanity, something that can not described with words, because it is not a reality, it is something simply…...beyond. Saying he was insane would be an understatement, mind you. And once seen, it can never be unseen. The world had built itself on the assumption that zero was empty. That nothing had no weight. That absence held no consequence. But they were wrong. Zero was the abyss between all things. The wound that preceded creation. The foundation of every lie called "truth." And the price of zero… was everything. As such, because he lost everything, He gained everything. 1 extra chapter = 2 powerstones
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