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Shiva: The Eternal Flame

In a world that's overwhelmed by technology, noise, and a kind of spiritual forgetfulness, a barefoot man in a hoodie wanders through the bustling streets of Mumbai, almost invisible to those around him. His mere presence disrupts the cameras, hushes the chaos, and awakens long-buried memories in the people he encounters. He’s unsure of his own identity, but slowly, the world starts to remember. He is Shiva. The god of transformation, reborn in this age of algorithms. As he stirs to life, so does Anika—a sharp-minded hacker who feels disillusioned with the modern world. Plagued by dreams and an unexplainable connection to the mysterious man in the hoodie, she finds herself pulled into a reality that challenges everything she thought she knew. She’s not merely a bystander in this divine comeback—she is Sati reborn, the goddess who once walked into flames and now must rise from them. But their reunion isn’t a fairy tale. Corporate giant Daman Raut, armed with an AI network known as Project Narak, ignites a global conflict—not with guns, but through manipulation of perception. Truth gets twisted, memories are erased, and divinity is ridiculed. As faith turns into a threat to power, Shiva and Anika must awaken the dormant spirit of humanity—not by conquering the world, but by helping it remember. From the quiet echoes of Kailash to the rebirth of the sacred Ganga, from the cosmic Tandava to the digital battleground, Shiva and Sati spearhead a revolution rooted in stillness, breath, and balance. In the ultimate choice between returning and staying, the flame doesn’t retreat into myth. It transforms into the world.
A_bad_guy · 10.7K Views

Fell’s Hidden Spin

Synopsis: The stadium roars with energy as the crowd cheers, a sea of faces all focused on one person—Fellicita. The undefeated champion. A storm in human form, her every spin an explosion of power, speed, and heart. She isn’t just a blader—she’s the force that electrifies the arena, the girl who lives for the thrill of the battle. But then—*a crash*. A freak accident. The sharp bite of metal as it spirals off course, and *boom*—Fellicita’s heart is pierced, literally and figuratively. Time slows. The air is thick with tension as she staggers, clutching her chest, feeling the cold sting of blood. The match is still going on, but everything else fades into the background. She won. But the victory feels hollow. Moments later, Fellicita is lying in a hospital bed, the sterile white walls pressing in on her. Pain radiates through her chest, but it’s the ache in her soul that burns deeper. The storm inside her is far from over—it’s just been muffled. She has to decide: step back and disappear, or keep fighting, risking everything all over again. She chooses to disappear. Enter "Felix". A quiet smile, a hoodie, a new life in a city where no one knows her name. No more tournaments. No more crowds. No more spinning blades—just the space she needs to heal, to breathe, and to find herself again. But the storm? It hasn’t gone anywhere. In this new life, Felix isn’t just hiding—he’s living. With every challenge, he spins with the same fiery spirit that once captivated millions. He doesn’t need a Beyblade to show his strength. He doesn’t need the cheers of a crowd to remind him of who he is. The greatest battles don’t happen in the ring. They happen "after" the final spin. "The fiercest storms don’t make noise—they return in silence.”
F_TheStorm · 3K Views

First Impact: From The Rim

*Cover art not mine* Raiden has spent his entire life trapped in Cicada's South Rim, running packages for the Squadron gang just to survive in the city's most dangerous district. With nothing but a faded childhood hoodie and an unbreakable desire for freedom, he's resigned himself to a life of poverty and violence—until the day the sky tears open. When a comet of unknown origin collides with Earth in an event known as the First Impact, the world stops. Time freezes. Reality bends. And when it resumes, seventy percent of humanity awakens with supernatural abilities tied to the strength of their deepest desires. But Raiden is different. His yearning for freedom—the most powerful desire on the planet—marks him as one of the Crowned, an elite few whose abilities transcend normal limits. Armed with devastating light manipulation powers that make him nearly godlike, he finally has the strength to break free from the chains that have bound him his entire life. As the world descends into chaos and new power structures emerge from the ashes of the old, Raiden must navigate a landscape where strength determines survival and the weak are crushed underfoot. The same freedom he's craved may come at a cost he never imagined—because in a world where desire shapes reality, getting everything you want might destroy everything you once were. Some prisons are built from poverty and circumstance. Others are built from power itself. And sometimes, the greatest trap is finally getting what you've always wanted.
Leviiathn · 1.7K Views

You Can’t Spell Stepbrother Without Sin

I shouldn’t be here. I should’ve turned back the second the door clicked shut behind me. But he was already walking toward me,slow, shirtless, sweatpants riding low on his hips, hair messy from practice. And when he looked at me like that? Like I was the meal and he was done playing nice? My thighs clenched before he even touched me. “You need something, baby girl?” He knew what he was doing. He always did. I opened my mouth, but all I managed was a breathy, “I can’t sleep.” His grin? Wicked. “Don’t worry.” He stepped in close, fingers slipping under the hem of my sleep shirt. “I’ll wear you out.” ~~~~~~~~~~~ He wrapped his hand around my throat whispering, “You shouldn’t want this, but you do.” He’s my stepbrother. The golden boy basketball star with too much charm, too many abs, and no sense of personal space. He walks around shirtless like he doesn’t know what it does to me. Sleeps in my bed like it’s his. Steals my favorite hoodie just to say I smell like his. And the worst part? He falls first. He falls hard. And then he starts chasing. I try to say no. Try to tell myself it’s wrong. But when he pins me to the wall, when he whispers filth in my ear with those hands sliding under my dress… I forget every reason we’re supposed to stop. Because he doesn’t kiss like a brother. He kisses like a man who wants to ruin me,and leave the bruises to prove it. He’s not the villain. But he’s not the hero either. He’s just the gift fate left in my house… And I’m the girl too weak to give him back. You can’t spell stepbrother without sin. And I’ve already committed every one.
Aishat_isd · 1.4K Views

Ashes of Earth-The Last Heir

The streets were a mess — broken cars, scattered loot, zombie groans echoing through the air. Kim Byeol-ha sprinted at the back of a terrified crowd, his hands casually stuffed in the pockets of his ragged hoodie. A dull thought floated lazily in his mind. “Should I make ramen tonight? Or maybe... tteokbokki? Something spicy sounds nice…” Behind him, a monstrous zombie let out an ugly screech. Byeol-ha glanced over his shoulder, yawned, then slightly shifted his wrist. Puff. The zombie's head exploded without warning, but he didn't even blink. No one noticed. Everyone was too busy screaming. At the front of the street, a group of well-armed fighters burst into view. Their leader — tall, broad-shouldered, in sleek black tactical armor — pointed his gleaming sword forward with authority. “Everyone behind me! We'll protect you!" Baek Ryeo-woon, commander of District 9, the textbook definition of a hero. Byeol-ha stopped running. “Ah. It’s the overachiever type.” He scratched his head and turned to the side, casually strolling toward a side alley to avoid getting drafted into some dumb citizen protection program. Meanwhile, Baek Ryeo-woon spotted Byeol-ha slipping away like a lazy cat ditching chores. "You!" he barked sharply. "Stay with the group!" Byeol-ha tilted his head lazily, eyes half-closed. “Mm? Why?” His voice was soft, almost sleepy. “It's dangerous, idiot!” Ryeo-woon shouted, cutting down two zombies with clean, practiced strikes. “You want to die alone out there?” Byeol-ha considered it seriously. "Not really. But if I die, at least I won't have to worry about dinner," he muttered, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. Baek Ryeo-woon stared at him like he'd just grown a second head. "Who the hell worries about dinner during an evacuation!?" He stormed toward Byeol-ha, grabbed him by the back of the hoodie like a stray cat, and physically dragged him back into the crowd. Byeol-ha grumbled under his breath, getting hauled like a shopping bag. "Geez, musclehead. Let a guy think about tteokbokki in peace." Meanwhile, Ryeo-woon growled low, half-annoyed, half-baffled: "Great. Just what I needed. Another helpless civilian with no survival instincts." Neither of them knew yet — one was the hidden protector of the entire city, the other... was about to fall hopelessly in love with a boy who cared more about spicy rice cakes than zombie apocalypses.
Hina_Lura · 14.8K Views

Game Terakhir di Tengah Hutan Langit malam menggantung kelam di atas h

Langit malam menggantung kelam di atas hutan Kresna. Tidak ada bintang. Hanya suara lolongan serigala yang bersahutan dengan desau angin yang seperti berbisik—atau mungkin, memperingatkan. Di tengah pekatnya kabut, satu cahaya menyala—sebuah layar. Dan di depannya, berdiri seorang pria muda dengan hoodie hitam bertuliskan “ICONPLAY” di punggungnya. Namanya Iconplay Jago. Bukan pemburu. Bukan penyihir. Tapi gamer sejati. Namun malam ini, ia bukan hanya gamer biasa. Ia adalah satu-satunya harapan untuk menghentikan kutukan vampir yang sudah menelan satu desa di kaki gunung. Konon, para vampir di hutan Kresna bukan seperti vampir di dongeng. Mereka tidak takut salib, air suci, atau bawang putih. Tapi... ada satu hal yang bisa membuat mereka menghilang: Game seru yang bisa mengganggu konsentrasi pikiran gelap mereka. Dan itu adalah keahlian Iconplay Jago. Dengan laptop gaming yang telah di-modifikasi khusus, Iconplay memasuki “Mode Serbu”—perpaduan antara augmented reality dan sinyal sonic yang ditransmisikan melalui game. Ketika ia mulai memainkan game buatannya, layar bergetar, dan dari dalam semak-semak, suara mendesis terdengar. Seekor vampir—tinggi, matanya merah menyala—muncul. Tapi alih-alih menyerang, makhluk itu mendadak berhenti. Matanya terpaku pada layar Iconplay. “Kenapa... aku tidak bisa... berpikir?” gumam sang vampir dengan suara parau. Iconplay tersenyum tipis. “Selamat datang di Level 1, bro. Siap kalah?” Game dimulai. Dan hutan Kresna berubah menjadi arena pertempuran paling aneh yang pernah ada—di mana joystick dan strategi bisa mengalahkan makhluk abadi.
Iconplay_2 · 873 Views
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