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Starborn Renegades: Anthem of the Flawed

STARBORN RENEGADES: ANTHEM OF THE FLAWED WHEN COSMIC CHAINS BIND THE FLAWED, WE SHATTER FATE WITH OUR IMPERFECTIONS. In the star-strewn void, Gene Accords dictate existence: the genetically "perfect" rule, while the Flawed face exile, execution, or recycling as living fuel. Under the banner of "Order," the Doctrine Conclave enforces this divine purge. HAYATE: THE COURIER OF CURSED STARLIGHT A rogue deliveryman navigating galactic fringes, Hayate carries two legacies: A rusted wrench inherited from his grandfather. The Stardust Eye embedded in his right socket—a curse granting fragmented precognition at the cost of erasing his most cherished memories. His latest job? Transporting the Conclave’s most wanted contraband: Rin, a living weapon. RIN: THE CRYSTAL BLADE OF CHAOS Her left arm pulses with Quantum Corruption, a crystalline force that severs Gene Accords. Each slash devours her existence, atomizing her soul to stardust. Labeled "Project CRY-VΩ7", she’s a relic the Conclave has hunted for millennia. Now, Hayate becomes her final courier—and unwitting shield. THE HUNT BEGINS When Conclave warships descend, the duo flees to the Liar’s Ocean, a cursed expanse drowning in forbidden history. But after Hayate touches a derelict Gene Forge, his Stardust Eye ignites, revealing a harrowing vision: —HE WILL BECOME THE CONCLAVE’S ULTIMATE EXECUTIONER, ANNIHILATING THE FLAWED. Meanwhile, Rin uncovers her origin in the wreckage of an ancient ark. A shattered datachain reveals her wrist tattoo’s truth: CRY-VΩ7 isn’t a serial number—it’s a weapons protocol. She’s not human. She’s a program. FATE OR REBELLION? Hayate’s choice: Submit to the genetic chains foretold by his cursed eye—or break reality to forge a new path. Rin’s truth: Is she a blight to erase, or the key to shattering the Accords?
DaoisthBhVl2 · 8.5K Views

Resonance of Realms

Kai Nakamura is a directionless twenty-something, trapped in the monotony of a convenience store job and a life of unfulfilled potential. Everything changes when he is suddenly transported from a mundane night shift in Tokyo to a bizarre, multidimensional landscape with two moons and impossible creatures. Discovered by Lyra, a mysterious woman with living circuit-tattoos, and accompanied by a six-eyed creature that defies biological understanding, Kai learns he is far more than an ordinary human. He is a "bridge" - a critical point of connection between multiple realities that are becoming dangerously unstable. The multiverse is experiencing a systemic breakdown. Boundaries between different layers of reality are becoming permeable, causing dangerous "immune responses" from entities called Null Fragments, which attempt to violently seal these breaches. Kai's unique potential makes him crucial to understanding and potentially stabilizing these fracturing realities. Driven by memories of his dying mother's belief in his unexplored potential, Kai begins an extraordinary transformation. His training with Lyra reveals abilities that go beyond normal human perception - he can interact with reality's fundamental systems, interrupting and redirecting complex multidimensional processes. As Kai learns to navigate this new existence, he discovers that his role is not just about survival, but about preventing a catastrophic collapse of interconnected realities. His journey is a profound exploration of personal growth, systemic change, and the nature of consciousness itself.
MaverickMayank · 865 Views

Tempest Bound: The Mermen's Lure

Brave individuals who travel beyond safe beaches have been plagued by terrible stories of sirens with deadly beauty and tunes that steal brains for as long as ships have flown. Presuming the life of young Captain Seraphine's father, a seasoned sailor washed ashore with unusual, magical tattoos scorched into his skin, these terrible tales For Seraphine, these tales have little significance; however, when she finds her father's abandoned ship floating on the sea, she understands there is only one path forward—to learn what happened and honor his name. But no one dares to join her on her journey because they believe curses follow women near water. Equipped with her father's blueprints and an iron will, Seraphine sails alone across the Seven Seas to meet the relentless storms, ghostly whispers, and forbidden waters. But one beautiful night her net catches an injured merman fighting the iron threads instead of fish. Uncertain but fascinated, Seraphine lets him aboard without knowing that this unusual creature bears the keys to the darkness she is searching for. Between loyalty to his community and developing love for Seraphine, Rowan, the merman, finds himself divided. They negotiate a dangerous half-truth territory where the sea and heavens entwine in a maze of secrets together. With every wave, Seraphine is approaching the truth even at a cost. Old powers seeking to claim both of them draw their attention as they walk farther. The Merman's Lure offers a horrible tale of love, dishonesty, and the thin line separating mankind from mythology, therefore it forces Seraphine to choose whether the answers she searches are worth the darkness they unleash.
Isaac_King_2965 · 15.5K Views

I Am Overpowered And A Comedian In Another World

I am Racist. … I mean, my name is Racis T. I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him. One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence. That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker. Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death. But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway. All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that. Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there. But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money. Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way. Because, well—there was an afterlife. And it was absolutely not what I wished for. ——— ——— ——— Gib Money - ko-fi.com/khyaal Join My Discord For Reference Arts and much more - https://discord.gg/zmUcswM2N5
KhyaaL · 23.3K Views

Lone as Moon

On that night, as I walked aimlessly through the alleys with tears streaming down my face, I kept mumbling, “I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate my life.” I was so immersed in my self-wallow that I didn't realize how far I had wandered up the mountain until I tripped on a rock and landed on my right knee. “*Hissed* How do I walk back down limping?” I murmured into the silence, unsure of what to do next. Just as I was about to find my way back down, something caught my eye at the top of the mountain, just a few steps away from me. A flower was glowing there, radiant and mysterious, and I couldn't help but feel intrigued by its presence. I limped towards it, ignoring the pain in my knee, my gaze fixed on the flower as if it held the answers to my troubles. As I stepped closer, I heard a rustling noise behind the bushes. “Hello, is someone there?” I called out gently, but deep down, I figured it was just a rabbit or something. My attention remained on the flower, its beauty ethereal, enhanced by the full moon hanging in the sky. Just then, I felt an odd sense of courage wash over me, and I decided to touch the flower. As my fingers made contact, I was unprepared for what happened next: the flower's glow transferred to me, slowly causing it to wither away. “No, no, what did I do?” Panic surged through me as I tried to brush the glow off my body, but instead, it became even more blinding. Suddenly, I felt something leave me, and whoosh—I was lifted off the ground, emitting a fog-like glow as the world around me darkened. “*Gasp* Where am I?” I opened my eyes wide, darting them around in confusion, trying to make sense of everything. “Was it just a dream?” I wondered aloud, but everything looked so familiar; I found myself in my room, yet something felt profoundly different. I stood up, intent on freshening up, but paused when I noticed my fingernails—they were ash-colored and longer than before. I didn’t remember getting a manicure, so what was happening? I pushed those thoughts aside and stripped down to take a quick shower, but that’s when I let out a startled scream. A massive flower tattoo covered my back! “H—how? I didn't do this, right?” Confusion and disbelief washed over me, but beneath it all, a thrill of anticipation began to stir within me. What had transpired? What did it mean for the future? The events of that night felt like a catalyst for something far greater, and I couldn't shake the feeling that my life was about to change in ways I could hardly comprehend.
Wisteria_AE · 2K Views

He Comes At Night

Rose stood defiantly, eyes locked onto his golden ones as she lifted the hem of her small top, exposing the smooth expanse of her stomach before peeling the fabric over her head. The red glittering bra shimmering under moonlight as if made for this very moment. She ignored the tremor of anticipation curling in her gut. None of that mattered. Not even the reckless haze of drugs clouding her thoughts. Tonight, she was in control. This was a mission. A mission to keep his attention solely on her so could save her friend from his curse. Her fingers hooked into the waistband of her shorts, her breath steadying when she saw him go rigid. Shoulders squared. Posture tensed. Not in fear. Not in disgust. But in something far sinister. His Interest. “Yes… feast your depraved little eyes and filthy mind on this,” she whispered, smirking as the shorts fell away, pooling at her ankles. The silky red thong clung to her hips, the moonlight accentuating every curve of her body. She flicked the discarded clothing aside, shifting her weight slightly as she let her nightly visitor drink in the sight of her naked glory. His posture no longer that of boredom. Good. That was exactly what she wanted. More like, what intoxicated, irrational Rose wanted. She twirled, giving him a deliberate view, rolling her hips just enough to torment. “Since you’ve made my life a living hell, I might as well return the favor.” She cast a wicked smile over her shoulder. “Consider this my gift to you—one you’ll never get to touch.” By the time she turned back, her stomach plummeted. He had moved. No longer a distant silhouette in the meadow—he now stood at the edge of her patio. Much closer and so much real. The thrill that had fueled her was fading slowly. Had she just made a mistake playing this game with her stalker? Swallowing hard, she lowered herself onto the chair, parting her bare legs wide and letting the wooden cross dangle before her barely covered cherry, in a taunt. A silent challenge. His fingers curled around the wooden rail, veins standing taut against the black ink of his tattoos. His chest rose and fell, controlled but heavier, as though restraining something barely contained beneath his skin. "Want a taste, my dear stalker?" Rose whispers She had him pinned. Or so she thought. Her shadowy visitor moves. Slow, deliberate steps leading closer. Panic slammed into her. No. Rose bolted upright, pressing the cross against the glass door separating them. “Stay back!” Her voice wavered a bit. “I swear, I’ll burn your stalking ass right where you stand!” He stilled. A beat of silence. Then— A low, quiet chuckle rumbled through the night air, reaching her ears like smoke. Deep and Dark. Her stomach twisted. The sound was foreign, yet eerily familiar. As if she had always known this was how he would sound. His hands rose in mock surrender, his hooded head tilting slightly, as if entertained by her little performance. Then, as effortlessly as he had closed the distance, he stepped back. Rose’s breath fastened. She was playing with fire, willingly, by provoking the one who comes out at night and remain in shadows. And he was enjoying it.   == In the embrace of her ancestral town, Rose seeks refuge from the echoes of her past. Little does she know, her return to her roots will awaken dormant shadows, shattering ordinary her existence. For when the darkness falls over the town, from the pitch black rises a shadowy figure that haunt her nights. In the darkness he sweeps her off the ground in terrible fear and the allure of sinister intrigue. And once the sun comes, a man with a god awful attitude, haunts her in the broad day light. Causing her to swell with pure disdain. With each passing night, it draws closer to Rose, casting a chilling spell that both terrifies and exhilarates her. Thrust into a labyrinth of mysteries can she navigate the treacherous path laid before her, or will her nightly visitor consume her whole?
AkumaQuil · 35.6K Views
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