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Shadow Of War The Obsessed

The War of the Enchanted Jungle

Deep within a cruel jungle where the treetops whisper secrets and the shadows have ancestral power, a young boy named Micheal is 'woken' to a destiny he never pursued. Drafted by the jungle, he is thrown into a world of magic, danger, and mystery where the line of friend and foe blurs with each passing step. It is alive-an old, sprawling force full of beauty and danger. The thing is, it is fractured, too. Beneath the surface teeming with life, darkness brews, ready to consume everything in its path. As Micheal explores this living maze, he finds the jungle's magic is not only a means but an organized, muscular force-one that shapes, empowers, and razes. It has chosen him as its vessel. But this gift comes with a price: every victory that Micheal wins drags him deeper into the web of the jungle, testing his courage, his will, and his very humanity. With such shadowy figures as Vaelor, who wish to twist his purpose, and allies whose guidance is laced with danger, Micheal has to decide if he should give in to the magic of the jungle and lose himself or resist it at the risk of everything else. On one final conflict between the forces of old, Micheal's decisions will seal more than his fate. The balance of the jungle, maybe even the world, rests on his shoulders. A tale of discovery, survival, and sacrifice-this is a journey where even the most insignificant decisions have the potential to echo across a world of magic and mystery. Micheal didn't ask for this road, yet he must walk it. The jungle has called him, and its heart waits for no one.
Ope_Boy · 11.7K Views

Shadow of Terror

Is it really that hard to stop using violence? For Collin, it wasn’t just hard—it felt almost impossible. Violence had been her language, her release, her *identity* for as long as she could remember. At just five years old, her father had taught her how to throw a punch, how to stand her ground, how to fight back. What started as self-defense quickly became something more. She didn’t just use her fists—she *enjoyed* it. The adrenaline, the power, the way people backed off when they saw her coming. It was intoxicating. But now, standing at the gates of Nexus High School, Collin had made a promise—to herself, to her mom, to the life she was trying to rebuild. No more fights. No more violence. Just a normal high school experience. The problem? Old habits die hard. Collin clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to take a deep breath. The urge to swing at the girl who’d bumped into her earlier was still simmering under her skin. *“It’s just a coat,”* she told herself, even though it wasn’t. It was a gift from her dad, a piece of him she carried with her every day. But violence wasn’t the answer anymore. At least, that’s what she kept telling herself. High school was supposed to be a fresh start. A chance to leave behind the girl who ruled the playground with her fists, the girl who sent bullies running with just a glare. But as she walked through the halls of Vale High, Collin could feel the weight of her past pressing down on her. The whispers, the stares, the familiar faces from middle school—they all reminded her of who she used to be. And then there was *him*. The boy she’d tormented back in middle school, the one who now looked at her with a mix of fear and resentment. His presence was a stark reminder of the promises she’d made—and how easily they could be broken. Collin had always been a fighter. But now, the biggest battle wasn’t against someone else—it was against herself. Could she really leave her old life behind? Could she keep her promise and live a normal life, or would the temptation to throw just *one more punch* be too much to resist? The bell rang, signaling the start of her first class. Collin squared her shoulders, took another deep breath, and stepped into the classroom. This was her chance to prove she could change. But deep down, she knew it wouldn’t be easy.
zyuka · 662 Views

Under the Demon's Onyx Shadow: Why Are Demon Lords Obsessed With Me?

Update: Mon, Wed, and Fri [Very Mature and Explicit Content] Amongst the battlefield of death and destruction, a lone warrior, her body ravaged by bone charring burns. Spirits of the recently dead drifted aimlessly, and hungry Burburus devoured both souls and body, sparing only the living and strong-willed. Yet, she found herself fixated on the Demon Lord, Ose, and the fact she is convinced he is in love with her. ... A vile smell rose from the brimstone red of blood and entrails that spilled from allies, foes, and those that were supposed to be protected. Hundreds of bodies blanketed the landscape of debris that was once a great city, wails and cries of the dying were heard over the strong winds, their hands wet as they tried to hold their own life in their wounds. If only she had more training to assist with their injuries, in the knighthood she was groomed for solely combat. The spirits of the recently dead roamed aimlessly, not yet aware they were dead and that they would meet true nonexistence if they were not to seek shelter from the real horror to come. A sense in Yin energy was coming from the vast distance, but she was distracted by the smell and sight of a battle that was truly ungodly; fitting for battles between there armies led by Demons. Above, she could see the sunlight having its own battle with thick clouds that were a profane-black with only a little light caressing her skin, deep as rich earth. The lack of sunlight only made her colder, and fortunately for her more impassive to her surroundings, or that could also be because of the fact that a large part of her body weren't charred until her bones were blackened. Her skin was covered in the soot of the nerves and flesh of her right arm, shoulder, and parts of her torso that were completely disintegrated. "Dammit, Ose," she thought bitterly, her frustration boiling within with each sharp breathe in her chest. "If it wasn't for your ridiculous obsession with me, I wouldn't be here--suffering in hell and then some." Ever since he first laid his eyes on her, she was convinced the Demon Lord had secretly fallen in love with her. The threaded sigil of his eyes that seemed to hold the magic of the aurora lights remained visible on the back of her uniform, though her body was barely there. In the name of her tormentor, the 'Great' Demon Lord Ose, she walked towards the edge of the battlefield.
KerriahVoss · 20K Views
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