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Nameless Puppet

Clone Seeker

Ciel is an esper from the now destroyed last stronghold of humanity, Bastion City. The city had survived long past the dreaded Judgment Day, when eternal flames suddenly engulfed the earth and the ghastly fallen appeared. Such an event served as a catalyst for a surge in the supernatural and mystical activities and now monsters and aberrations alike infest the world, morphing into yet another threat which humanity must combat in order to survive within their new reality. Two years after its destruction, Ciel, along with the last of humanity, find themselves beaten and all but defeated. Desperate to change this outcome, Ciel deploys one of the few tricks left at his disposal, that being his ability to manifest each of the major arcana cards into the real world, and successfully regresses to the past. However due to his unstable power his soul fails to withstand the arduous journey back and shatters into twenty two pieces. These pieces each represent a major arcana card which have been given shape as clones. If Ciel ever hopes to reach and surpass the strength his future self wielded as well as accomplish his wish of helping his previous mentor, he must now take it upon himself to hunt down each clone and become whole again. Such a task will not be easy, for the clones not only hold pieces of himself but of his old power as well. Beyond that each is ready for the bloody battle that awaits, that of hunter and prey. While Ciel is occupied attempting to complete the daunting task set before him, his previous mentor has already started her new life as an Officer of NSRA, the agency responsible for the eradication of monsters within Bastion… Just how will these two fates collide? What to expect: [Weak to Strong] [Two POV’s] [Futuristic City] [Supernatural] [Action] [Monsters] [Apocalyptic Setting]
Mister_Nameless · 5.3K Views

Threads of the Soul

A normal day is suddenly turned on its head when a single voice utters those fateful words into the minds of every single soul on the planet. [Assessment Complete. Activating Mutagen, Please Standby….] It was after those words that every single man, woman and child was granted the opportunity to gain fantastical abilities in the name of evolution. Not even the plants or animals were spared by the words of this mysterious voice. Yet not everyone got what they hoped for. Some developed no powers at all, their bodies not yet ready for the process. Others, were simply too frail to handle it. Mutating into horrific creatures, nightmares made real. Seth Quinn, a slightly below average IT worker, developed a unique ability. The Puppeteers Threads. Will he and those he loves survive in this hellish new world? Will his new ability lead him to a life of greatness he always dreamed of? Could he become a Master of Puppets? ----------------------------------------------------- Hello there, this book came after reading many of the others on here. I found that there were many things I wished they explored or genres that had more entries in them. So instead of waiting for them to be made, I decided to do it myself and free my trapped creativity. I hope you enjoy it. This is currently being written in the free time I have beside a job with a tricky schedule. I am trying to keep to a schedule of doing 4 - 5 chapters a week at minimum but will do more if i can. To make up for it I will try making the chapters between 1200 - 1400 words on average, to give you a little more to read, again sometimes even more. I hope one day I will be able to work on this more and deliver more chapters and future novels. Warnings for graphic descriptions of death and injury. There will be bloodshed. You have been warned.
MarzAttackz · 38.9K Views

The Apostle of Insanity

WSA 2025 PARTICIPATION!!! --- Ahhh… The beauty of the fall. The despair. The screams. The betrayals. This is what fuels Azarel Valcis, and me—oh, me—in this reincarnated body, I'm here to revel in every single moment! I’m not here to survive or play the hero, no, no, no… I’m here to break, to manipulate, to laugh at the chaos I sow around me. This world is mine! Azarel, once a mere puppet sacrificed, now has a puppet master far more… entertaining. And guess what? It’s not death that scares me. Oh no. It’s the unbearable boredom of a life without thrills! Manipulating fools, toying with their petty ambitions, ripping their dreams to shreds—all of it for my amusement. Why not? Why be shackled by the stupid rules of morality when I can shatter it all? And their magic, their so-called invincible powers? Ha! I’ll twist them, bend them, break them as I see fit. All to test the limits, to see how far I can push them before they collapse, before their hopes crumble into dust beneath my feet. Look at them run, these pathetic fools. Do they think they can stop me? Control me? Suffering? Blood? Tears? Hah… Using them, pushing them to the edge, all of it is a delicious symphony, a grand opera of madness, and I am the sole conductor. Oh, and you, dear reader? Don’t think you’ll escape unscathed. With every page you turn, with every word, I drag you deeper into this vortex of depravity, betrayal, and morbid delight. This world is mine, and now you’re trapped with me, unable to escape this cruel theater where every act draws you closer to the abyss. Welcome to my game. Brace yourself, for there are no rules here. Only desire… and madness.
Luel · 2.6K Views

The Oblivion Walker

█̷̛̙͉̮͚̱̬͔̺̭̯̼͚̹̬͍̜̝̖̣͉̣̮̩̖̠͕̙̘̗̉̊̅̈́̌̌̂̄̅̆͒̈͑̈́̈́̉̔̓̋̉̏͑͒̌͑̏͂͘̚̕͘͠͝ͅ█̸̡̛̫͙̼͍̙̹͉̬͚̟̻̣̻͙͎̣͍͍̺̼̖̿̈͆̏̀̉̌͂̂͂̓͒̀́͗̅͝͝█̵̢͖̟̗̜̟̣̝̼̮̰̤̆́̌̽̉̑̈́̊̒͋̐̀̍̏́͌̚͝█̷̧̢̡̧̧̢̡̢͍̺͚̰͇̙̱̼̥̝̫̞̗̣̺͖͉̠͇͓̰͈͔̙̮̘̳̭͙̘̣̗̖̫͍́̊͑͗̈́̽͜ͅ█̷̛̙͉̮͚̱̬͔̺̭̯̼͚̹̬͍̜̝̖̣͉̣̮̩̖̠͕̙̘̗̉̊̅̈́̌̌̂̄̅̆͒̈͑̈́̈́̉̔̓̋̉̏͑͒̌͑̏͂͘̚̕͘͠͝ͅ█̸̡̛̫͙̼͍̙̹͉̬͚̟̻̣̻͙͎̣͍͍̺̼̖̿̈͆̏̀̉̌͂̂͂̓͒̀́͗̅͝͝█̷̢̨̢̧̧̧̛̟̫͚͓̩̳̗̙̺̘̱̩̜̝̲͓͖̮͎̫̞̲̭̯͍̜͖̥̦͖͚͈̝̳͓͔̺̘̩̘̪̳̓̿̐̑̐͋̑̔̈́̅̄͒̾̋̈́̀̒͊̉̈̀͂̎̈́̍̓̾̃̇̐̚͠͝ͅ█̷̛̙͉̮͚̱̬͔̺̭̯̼͚̹̬͍̜̝̖̣͉̣̮̩̖̠͕̙̘̗̉̊̅̈́̌̌̂̄̅̆͒̈͑̈́̈́̉̔̓̋̉̏͑͒̌͑̏͂͘̚̕͘͠͝ͅ█̸̡̛̫͙̼͍̙̹͉̬͚̟̻̣̻͙͎̣͍͍̺̼̖̿̈͆̏̀̉̌͂̂͂̓͒̀́͗̅͝͝█̷̢̨̢̧̧̧̛̟̫͚͓̩̳̗̙̺̘̱̩̜̝̲͓͖̮͎̫̞̲̭̯͍̜͖̥̦͖͚͈̝̳͓͔̺̘̩̘̪̳̓̿̐̑̐͋̑̔̈́̅̄͒̾̋̈́̀̒͊̉̈̀͂̎̈́̍̓̾̃̇̐̚͠͝ͅ█ Within the infinite void, there are a few countless odd beings scattered about. Permanently drifting. Ungodly or divine in nature. They drift, unable to know that they aren’t alone or that there are others drifting like them simply due to how endless it is. Time crawls to a halt. Space grows stagnant. Darkness remains a constant. Infinite. Eternal. Untouchable. But sometimes within the endless black of nothing, after a few eternities, something might come across something to escape their eternal monotony, whether it be someone else or something much farther than that. Floating through the void, a nameless spirit finds itself amongst endless nothing. Empty and desiring more, it quietly waits. Until eventually, it can feel the pull of reality, they allow it to take hold of them. Authors Note: As I get older, I can't help but hate my younger self, especially how I wrote. I think I've improved since then but I still can't help but hate. I hope you enjoy it!
NUM291 · 104.1K Views
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