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Frost-bound

In a world teetering on the edge of environmental collapse, brilliant scientist Dr. Eleanor Frost launches a desperate gambit: a groundbreaking cryogenic sleep experiment that might give humanity a second chance. Among the carefully selected volunteers is her stepdaughter, Seraphina, a perceptive young woman whose courage and intelligence make her the perfect candidate for this leap into the unknown. But what begins as a scientific endeavor takes a dark turn when Seraphina awakens decades later to find a world transformed by catastrophic climate engineering gone wrong. The landscape is locked in eternal winter, and a tyrannical queen rules with an iron fist, using a mysterious substance called Frostbane to maintain her power and immortality. As Seraphina navigates this harsh new reality, she discovers she's not alone. MIRRA, an advanced AI created by her stepmother, has evolved beyond its original programming and now exists as both guardian and guide. Joining forces with a band of rebels, each possessing unique skills and haunted by their own histories, Seraphina must unravel the truth behind her stepmother's disappearance, the queen's rise to power, and the connection between the cryogenic technology and the Frostbane that holds the land in its icy grip. But time is running out. Other cryogenic subjects remain in suspended animation, their lives hanging in the balance, while the queen's control grows stronger with each passing day. Seraphina must decide what future is worth fighting for—and what she's willing to sacrifice to achieve it.
DaoistyIQHly · 1.8K Views

First I'll Surpass Thousands!!

A Korean who chose Karate over Taekwondo while deciding to change his life, a young Teen Mixed Martial artist who has the weight of his father's expectations, a Latin Immigrant who recently got citizenship yet still unable to get pass the hardship of a colored individual, a German Orphan who finds himself in the hardships of picking enjoyments of youth over studies. In short, four troubled teens in first year high school, running through the struggles of teen life and it's hundreds or thousands of problems it gives to these individuals. Reigning from Missouri, a story of 90's and Delinquents, presents FIST. ============ P. S. If you guys and gals find any mistakes like spelling, origin, sources, and history then I don't blame because I'm writing this using stacked knowledge (or my limited knowledge of the 90's). Any place, names, Ideas, and etc that might be real here, I can only say.... I don't mostly have knowledge and I'm not accountable for it, sincerely these are Ideas that popped up from my head or searched/researched in the internet for an acceptable amount for the story only ============= (all works from real life; music, famous names, companies, or famous people will be refered different or have a weird off brand name, also my main cast of characters and some places that I have come up the name with are just ideas of my young self back in the pandemic, the works done from Chpt. 1-19 are made during that period before going back to finish school, the rest of it are written after finishing junior high)
THADDEOUSSo7 · 24.5K Views

Slumbering Sloth

In a world where the powerful ruled with an iron fist, one boy was dealt the worst cards—first by fate, then by the world, and finally by an Outer God. With each passing moment, he spiraled deeper into a reality determined to break him. One day, as the pool of blood bubbled and rumbled in an ancient temple of malignance, a young man emerged from the depths. Beasts roared in a twisted symphony, and his body radiated a bloody strength that no one could contain. He paused, a thought crossing his mind as he got out from the blood pool: "I'm really not a Demon." One day, as the massive corpse of a dragon lay idle, it shriveled, losing all its grandeur and dignity. Its desecrated body pulsed with dark energy, and from its stomach erupted a sharp, tyrannical sword aura, cutting through the air with lethal precision. A figure emerged, his black robe now stained blood red, his blood-red vertical eyes gleaming with a demonic fire. As he stood, surrounded by the lingering aura of death, he thought, "I’m really not a Demon." One day, when the Blood Moon shone in all its glory, and the Demon Sect was at its peak, the Gates of the Demon Sect were shattered, and their Sect Halls lay in ruin. In the heart of their Demonic Lands, signs of a cataclysmic battle were evident. Corpses, scattered like broken dolls, piled upon each other to form a massive mound. Atop this heap of death sat a figure, calm and unperturbed, bathed in moonlight. His four eyes scanned the surroundings, and after a moment of contemplation, he thought rationally, "I only killed Demons, so that doesn’t really make me a Demon."
A_N_V · 3.7K Views
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