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Elara: Whispers of the Storm

The day of the Mass Awakening changed everything. Across the world, ordinary people woke to find extraordinary powers coursing through their veins. Chaos erupted, governments crumbled, and society was thrown into disarray. For Elara, a quiet librarian with a penchant for solitude, it was the beginning of a nightmare—and an awakening she never asked for. Gifted with the ability to control the wind and summon devastating storms, Elara struggles to contain her newfound powers. She hides from a world consumed by fear and power-hungry factions, determined to live in the shadows. But her life is upended when Damien—a rogue with a dark past and monstrous strength—steps into her world. His presence is both a challenge and a lifeline, as he insists they must join forces to uncover the truth behind the Awakening. As Elara and Damien journey across a fractured world, they find themselves drawn into a deadly web of secrets. They discover that the Awakening was no accident, but the result of a shadowy organization’s plan to reshape humanity. Worse still, the abilities come with a price: the more people use them, the closer they edge toward losing their humanity. Amidst the chaos, Elara’s connection to her powers grows stronger, revealing her as someone far more significant than she imagined—a key to either saving the world or unleashing its ultimate destruction. Torn between fear and duty, she must decide whether to embrace the storm within her or let it consume her entirely. But Elara is not alone. As she and Damien face trials that test their strength and will, an undeniable bond forms between them. In the midst of chaos, their love becomes a fragile sanctuary, though the storms around them threaten to tear it apart. Together, they must navigate a world on the brink, uncover the truth behind the Awakening, and confront a final choice: save humanity or let it fall to ruin. In a world of chaos, secrets, and unimaginable power, Elara: Whispers of the Storm is a story of love, resilience, and the whispers of a storm that may yet bring salvation—or destruction.
Jabsie_Gold · 18 Views

A withering flower at devil's mercy

“These bedchambers have missed your scent.” His voice, low and rough, made her pulse quicken. Her fear surged, boundless, as he closed the stained glass doors behind him. “Please… let me go,” she pleaded, trembling as he pulled her close, his touch burning against her skin. “You fled this place while carrying my child. Why did you come back?” he murmured, his lips trailing down her neck as they had so many times before. “I… don’t know,” she managed, her voice barely a whisper. Luciana Mircea de Amanécer, princess of the Holy Empire that ruled the skies, had once lived in a world of beauty and privilege—a devoted father, joyful sisters, wealth, and a loving fiancé. Yet that life shattered with a single conversation. One day, her father appeared in her chambers, eyes solemn, bearing news that upended her world. “You will be married,” he said, but the name wasn’t that of the man she cherished. Instead, she was to be wed to the ruthless crown prince of the rival Demon Empire, an alliance forged to quell the simmering tensions between their kingdoms. “Father, please…” she begged. “My child,” he murmured, his voice heavy with regret. “It is your duty as the firstborn princess. This marriage will protect the realm… and your little sisters.” For the first time in her life, Luciana saw him bow to her, his plea wordless but clear. Yielding to her father’s desperate request, she accepted her fate. In a single day, she went from princess to wife, her dreams abandoned and her future reshaped. But the white wedding gown was soon stained crimson, marking her descent into a life she could never have anticipated. Could she learn to accept a man for whom compassion was an unfamiliar luxury, or would the love she had left behind rise to rescue her?
Akira_Kanesada · 75.6K Views

Evil is Real

Not a sound, not even a whisper was heard from the Saint Claire household, it was though the devil came to steal,kill and destroy the last surviving members of the Eastern crusaders - the last line of defense against demons. It was a sad day for Zenemiah, the last son of Kish Saint Claire - a brave crusader who died in battle at the borders of their home land - Hailderguard. The members of the house hold gathered around the grave of their master, brother, friend husband and father, Zenemiah's mom and sister couldn't hold back their tears as the priest gave his final blessings to the dead man. " What will become of the household" - " the boy will be in charge"- the relatives of the Saint Claire's debated behind the crowd - "the boy is only 16, he doesn't even know what it means to be a crusader in Hailderguard", Kish's friend - Northington aforesaid. Zenemiah was just 16 yes, but he had already gotten some experience than the old chubby fools in the church - not because his family was rich, he had proven himself again and again in the church training camp that nothing is beyond limits as long as you set your mind towards achieving it. Hailderguard used to be a peaceful land - a place of the church, the Church of the Crusaders, until the devil came - from the depths of the earth, demons poured and their ways leading to the town's shores. To protect the citizens, the church formed a group of able-bodied men and women to slay the beasts, will the gifts of the Holy swords, the crusaders have kept the demons at bay - it was however unfortunate for Kish, who died in battle. The burial ceremony was over, Zenemiah's mom - Eve, called out the servants in the household and instructed to them to clear all of the dead master's belongings to the space room, just in that moment, Eve's daughter - Victoria interrupted when she was given further instructions to the eldest bulter of the household - Bartholomew. "Why are you doing this mother?".... "Father's burial was today and here you are trying to bury everything that reminds me of him, this is so cruel!".. Victoria cried out - "this is not up for discussion young lady,go to your room and lay your head" - Eve replied with such sorrowful bitterness... "If I may my mistress, the space will be come always for the children to still have a memory their late father" - Bartholomew pointed out.. "Very well, I'm sorry Victoria".. Eve said to her daughter, walking away with tears in her eyes. "Thank you Bartholomew" Victoria said. "It was no issue milady, but I fear the one person who's hurt more is your brother".. Bartholomew tried to sympathize with Victoria. Zenemiah hated everything at that moment - England, Hailderguard, the church, the Crusaders, demons ....even himself. ================================ It was 1845, one more year, he becomes a full pledged crusader but fear in his heart, the chances of him getting that driving confidence back is dim. Death is not evil not good - a law of nature, it can be evil sometimes and evil can be real
Davi_Mations · 7.1K Views
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