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Felix Walten Files

The Server's Chronicle: A Fantasy Of Faith

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.
JuniKelv_ · 5K Views

Chaos Jaeger - File 1A

"Only in the chaos of war, would we thrive in bodies of steel..." In a future where humanity traded flesh for silicon salvation, the POLARIS archive was meant to be eternity—a digital Eden where war-torn souls fused into a timeless collective consciousness. But eternity, it turns out, has a glitch. By 135 ACE, whispers ripple through the void: entire sectors of POLARIS are going dark. Energy reserves bleed dry. Data streams fracture into echoes of their former selves. The survivors—now more code than human—splinter into warring factions, scavenging the corpse of the physical world through hulking VANGUARDs, ancient machines that once terraformed dead worlds. In this decaying paradox of unity and chaos, survival belongs to those who manipulate the shadows… Kagiro thrives in those shadows. A broker of secrets and stolen energy, he trades in the desperation of others, weaving alliances with mercenary AIs and data-pirates. His endgame? To claw his way to the heart of POLARIS, where the last flicker of power lies hidden. But ambition blinds him to the cyan-haired specter on his trail—a girl forged from the archive’s collapse, armed with a vendetta no algorithm can predict. She knows what broke POLARIS. She knows what Kagiro wants. And she’ll burn every sector to ash to bury the truth. =========================================== Cover Artist Credit: KU P.S: This is my first story so please be patient. Criticisms and feedbacks are all welcomed, but please be constructive and well reasoned. This novel will also be posted on Scribble Hub.
Lavendor · 131 Views

The Curse Between Us [BL]

In a world where the line between magic and reality blurs, 21-year-old Felix Chang hides a chilling secret: he is a Mimicae, a cursed shapeshifter bound to a mistake he made in a past life. As a member of Rune, a wildly popular idol group, Felix has the world at his feet—adoring fans, a glamorous life, and fame. Yet, his days are shadowed by the curse, forcing him to avoid deep connections and constantly battle the stress that threatens to unravel his carefully constructed facade. At the heart of Rune is Kelvin Wang, the group’s charismatic yet sharp-tongued leader. Their clashing personalities fuel a fiery tension that keeps them at odds, a lingering feeling of a bond neither of them can remember. What begins as hate between rivals turns into a shocking mystery when Kelvin starts to uncover the cracks in Felix's armor. But the truth runs deeper than either of them can imagine. Felix and Kelvin share a history rooted in a past life—a tragedy that doomed them both. Felix, once a spiritual guardian, failed to protect Kelvin, the emperor’s son, leading to betrayal, death, and the curse that binds them now. As the two navigate the chaos of stardom, a dangerous romance blossoms between them. With each secret revealed and every heated moment shared, the stakes grow higher. Unknown to them, Kelvin holds the key to breaking Felix’s curse, but the cost could be their careers, their lives, and their hearts. Can they unravel the threads of the past to break free from the curse, or will history repeat itself, dooming them both forever? Please trust this author once more ^⁠_⁠^
Gralikel_fd4 · 7.5K Views

Timeless Echoes : Stories of Love & Fate

Anaya Sharma is a woman of logic, a developed known for her brilliant yet Complex ideas. she believes in code, not fate — algorithms, not magic. love and impossible things like Time Travel have no place in her meticulously structured life. But everything changes on the Night of the lunar eclipse. On a whim, she buys an antique silver bracelet from an old book store, captivated by its crescent moon motif. the shopkeepers cryptic words lingar in her mind — " it connects souls across time but only under the moon Shadow does it's magic awaken. " Brushing it off as mere folklore, Anaya returns to her apartment, where the city lights fade under the blood moon's Eerie glow. Then, The Impossible happens. A sudden gust of wind rattles her windows, the bracelet burns against her wrist, and when she turn around — there he is. A man, dazed and confused, standing in her living room. Arjun Mehta. A strange dressed in clothes too out dated. A man who should not exist in her time. As the night unfolds, question turns into wary conversation. File Anaya offer him a bowl of Maggi noodles, Arjun reveals fragments of his past— everything except how or why he is here. But as she watch him drift into sleep on her leaving room sofa, her mind races. something about this is not a strange — it follows a pattern. A pattern she feels she's seen before. and as she retreats to her office space, starring at the bracelet under the dim glow of her monitor, see realises one terrifying truth : This isn't just a coincidence. it's only the beginning
DaoistGkSocO · 202 Views

For Me, For Us, For Everyone

Cigarette smoke curls in the stagnant air, the dim glow of a dying bulb casting twisted shadows against the walls littered with half-torn articles and red-thread connections. Somewhere between the ink-stained papers and the scattered pills, a man sits—silent, unmoving, staring blankly at a stuffed monkey in a clown suit. A detective, they call him. A man of justice, a solver of mysteries. But behind the applause and empty praises, behind the sharp smiles and hollow congratulations, he is nothing but a walking contradiction—one hand holding a case file, the other exchanging cash for little plastic sachets. His mind is a labyrinth of voices, whispers that coil around his thoughts like suffocating vines. His brother grins at him from the corners of his vision, eyes glinting with the truth he refuses to face. His father’s voice is gentle, forgiving—too forgiving. Too much for a man who doesn’t deserve it. Each pill swallowed is another step into the illusion, another moment of stolen happiness before the weight of reality drags him under. He walks the city streets, drowning in faces that admire him, loathe him, see him as something he is not. He is both a hero and a villain, a detective and a criminal, a man trying to outrun the past while shackled to its corpse. And at the end of the night, when the echoes of the world fall away, all that remains is the darkness, the whispers, and the suffocating truth—he can never escape them.
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