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From Ash, We Build

Kairo Veldt was just another man lost in routine — a quiet job, a quiet life, and dreams that never left the blueprint stage. As a safety manager at a woodworking shop, he spent more time watching others build than creating for himself. But one ordinary morning, the world changed. Without warning, reality fractured. His workplace dissolved, time froze, and a single word echoed through his soul: Create. Kairo awakens in a vast, untamed land — a place without cities, without history, without even a sky he recognizes. Others have arrived too, dazed and disoriented, drawn from different lives by something unseen. There is no instruction. No guide. Only a strange structure standing in the middle of an open field: a stone pillar called the Job Stone One by one, the Job Stone assigns each new arrival a role — Fighter, Pathfinder, Builder — based not on choice, but on some buried truth in their hearts. When Kairo is named Builder, a simple chisel appears in his hand. And in that moment, everything changes. What begins as a struggle to survive — crafting shelter, foraging food, navigating wild terrain — soon becomes something larger. Kairo starts to build not just tools and structures, but order. Systems. A way forward. He earns trust, enemies, and influence. But with creation comes conflict. Others seek to lead, to control, or to destroy what’s being built. And beyond the visible dangers of the land — orcs, beasts, even intelligent creatures — lies a greater truth: this world is reactive. It remembers. It grows. It punishes weakness, and rewards legacy. As new “waves” of arrivals appear, each starting with nothing, Kairo must choose what kind of world he’s building — and whether it’s meant for everyone, or just those strong enough to shape it. But the more he builds, the more his memories slip away. Names. Faces. Even the feeling of home. What remains is the instinct to craft, the chisel in his hand… and a vision etched into his soul: A world worth living in. A world built by human hands.
NoahTheGoat900 · 2.5K Views

the gods we became

The world died in fire and hunger. Not the slow death of time, nor the patient decay of empire, but in one great convulsion, a sickness let loose like a rabid dog to consume the weak and clear the board. That was The Compact’s plan. Cull the herd, raise the shepherds. They made the Novans for that purpose—gods wrapped in flesh, towering over men with their turquoise eyes and minds sharper than razors. They were designed to lead, to rule, to rebuild the world in The Compact’s image. But first, the world had to burn. So The Compact unshackled the virus. The Eaters came. And the world ended. Yet, in the ruin, three souls move against the tide. Briggs Alabo, nine years old, a scientist, a genius, a monster. One of The Compact’s prized minds, his hands shaped the very plague that tore the world apart. But now, he’s lost, alone, hunted—trapped outside the walls in a world of his own creation. And for the first time, he sees the world not as numbers, but as faces, as screams, as dying prayers. He is small. He is weak. But he is not done. Cassandra, a university student who thought life was a path you walked at your own pace. But the world doesn’t ask permission. It takes, it devours. And now, she runs, she fights, she survives. She does not know that the architects of this ruin whisper her families name in their halls. Hamza, a survivalist, a man prepared for the end of days—but not for what came after. Not for the Eaters, nor for the horrors men become when the rules turn to dust. He thought the greatest war was against the dead. He was wrong. Their paths should never have crossed. But fate is a patient spider. Captured after a brutal fight with a Novan, Cassandra and Hamza are taken to The Compact’s hidden bastion. And there, a secret is laid bare—Hamza is not just a man. He is a legacy. The son of General Hamza Tarfa, the first and deadliest Novan ever created. A man thought dead by Hamza, a legend of the Compact gone rogue, a warlord building a force to tear The Compact down. Now, Hamza must choose. Will he kneel to The Compact and build their utopia? Or will he stand with a father who left him behind, a father who now seeks to burn the false gods from their thrones? Meanwhile, Briggs returns home—or what’s left of it. The Compact’s halls are empty. The man made gods have fled. And in their place, wolves. Bandits rule the ruins, their leader a beast of a woman called Anansi. Briggs, small and breakable, is given his first lesson in real survival. He does not break. He does not beg. He wins. But he is not alone. The General has found him. And war is coming.
bello_Alfa · 630 Views

What we never said

Fourteen was supposed to be an in-between year — too old for dolls, too young for love. But for Cara, it became the year everything changed. When her brother’s best friend, Callum Adler, starts spending more time at their house, Cara notices things most adults ignore. The bruises. The quiet. The way their mother starts folding extra laundry like it’s second nature. Callum's broken home becomes a secret the whole family carries, and Cara — wide-eyed, overlooked, and quietly growing — starts to fall for him in all the ways she shouldn’t. But Callum is four years older. Eighteen. Off-limits. Almost a man. And despite their quiet moments — the almosts, the shared glances, the night she asked to kiss him — he walks away without a goodbye, leaving her in the silence he helped create. Years pass. Cara grows. Builds a life. Finds herself. By eighteen, she’s no longer just Kaden’s little sister. She’s her own person — confident, loved, maybe even happy. But everything tilts when she runs into Callum again at a skating rink. Older, composed, and entirely unexpected. He’s not the same boy who used to sleep on her couch with bruises on his ribs — and she’s not the girl who watched him leave. But unfinished things have a way of circling back. Told in alternating perspectives of Cara and Callum, What We Never Said explores the slow burn of first love, the ache of timing, and what it really means to grow up — and grow apart — before finding your way back.
Lauren_Veal_0858 · 7.3K Views
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