Boundead
He was supposed to travel back in time to save someone—at least, that’s what he thought. Instead, he’s thrown into a world where gods scheme, the dead don’t stay buried, and power is earned through blood and madness.
The past is a cruel thing to chase, and the price of changing it is beyond imagination. Yet, isn’t that what we all do—struggle against the present we cannot accept?
Stripped of everything familiar, with only fragmented memories and an unshakable guilt weighing him down, Nur must walk a path where survival alone is not enough. If he wants answers—if he wants to find her—he’ll have to push past his limits, again and again, until nothing can hold him back.
Even if it means losing what little humanity he has left.
Author’s Note:
Oh, hey. You’re reading this? Cool.
So, here’s the deal. I write because I like it. Sometimes my writing is rough, sometimes it’s nice. I try to make it better, so I use AI to proofread and clean things up a bit—nothing crazy, just fixing typos and awkward stuff. The story, the ideas, the flow? All mine. Just thought I’d mention it before someone starts sharpening their pitchfork.
If you like the story, that’s great. If you don’t, that’s cool too. You can stay, you can leave—either way, I’ll still be here, writing away. Life’s too short to stress over it.
Alright, that’s enough talking. Back to the story.
