Disarm

Speed Villain: The Fugitive from the Stars The dark chains around his wrists burned with a cruel, pulsating energy, a constant reminder that he was nothing but a slave. On Zypheron-5, a brutal planet ruled by warlords, Kael-X was bred for war—an experiment, a weapon, a tool. The Zypherian overlords had created him, pushing his body to its limit, granting him speed that defied light and strength that could shatter mountains. But Kael-X was never meant to be free. For years, he was forced to fight in the Colosseum of Zorrak, where champions from across the galaxy were pitted against him—gladiators, alien beasts, even machines designed to counter his power. None survived. He was undefeated. Yet, with every battle, he knew he was still a prisoner. A trophy killer for the Zypherian Empire. Until one day… he ran. The Great Escape It was during the Blood Eclipse, when the twin moons of Zypheron aligned, momentarily disrupting the energy field of the Colosseum. The warlords never suspected that even the slightest disturbance in their technology would give Kael-X his opportunity. With a surge of power, he shattered his restraints and ran—faster than any creature had ever moved. The guards didn’t even have time to react before he was a blur, a ghost vanishing from the arena. The city around him became a streak of neon lights and steel towers as he dashed toward the only thing that could get him off this cursed planet: The Warp Gate. Blasting through legions of soldiers, Kael-X leapt into the glowing portal, feeling his body stretch and twist as he was hurled through the cosmos. Arrival on Earth He crash-landed in a place unlike any he had ever seen. Earth. A city of towering skyscrapers, vehicles that crawled instead of flew, and people who were fragile beyond belief. They called this place New York City. He emerged from the wreckage of his impact, his body steaming from the atmospheric entry. Within moments, sirens filled the air. Earth’s warriors—men in blue uniforms with primitive weapons—surrounded him. They shouted commands, telling him to stay down. But Kael-X had spent his life being ordered around, being chained and controlled. He wouldn’t allow it again. He moved. Faster than bullets, he dismantled their weapons before they could even pull the trigger. To them, he was a phantom, a force of nature. They fired at where he had been seconds ago, but he was already behind them, disarming, dodging, vanishing into the city’s shadows. A Villain or a Hero? News spread fast. Reports of a "super-powered fugitive" tearing through the city filled the broadcasts. People called him a menace, a threat, a villain. Kael-X didn’t care. All his life, he had been forced to fight, to kill for the amusement of others. Now, he was free—but the world feared him. Governments sought to capture him, scientists wanted to study him, and those in power wished to control him. But no one would ever control him again. He became a legend. They called him Speed Villain, the man who could outrun lightning and strike with the force of a meteor. Some saw him as a savior—taking down criminals in the blink of an eye. Others saw him as a nightmare—a force too powerful to exist unchecked. But Kael-X had one mission: To never be a slave again. And anyone who tried to stop him… would learn what true speed really was. To Be Continued…

In the heart of medieval times, Atika, a tribal slave girl adorned with intricate tattoos marking her heritage, finds herself on the auction block once again. Known for her fierce spirit and unyielding defiance, she has been sold and returned by numerous masters, none able to tame the wildness within her. Atika's life changes when Virgil, a handsome and tall pureblood vampire, attends the auction. Cold, sadistic, and narcissistic, Virgil's reputation precedes him. Yet, he is immediately captivated by Atika's beauty and fiery spirit. Her feral nature reminds him of a wild kitten, earning her the nickname "kitten" from him. Intrigued and seeing potential in her that others have missed, Virgil places a high bid, securing Atika as his new possession. He brings her to his grand estate, a place of opulence and dark secrets. There, he plans to mold her into a perfect servant, but he is also drawn to the possibility of something more—an unusual bond that neither can yet define. Excerpt: The moonlight filtered through the high, arched windows of Lord Virgil’s estate, casting an ethereal glow over the polished marble floors. The imposing figure of Virgil, a tall and handsome pureblood vampire with raven hair and piercing red eyes, stood in the center of the grand hall. His gaze was fixed on Atika, the human slave girl who knelt before him, her tribal attire and tattoos a stark contrast to the opulence around her. Atika's spirit was unbroken despite her circumstances. She was feisty, with a sharp tongue and a sweetness that could disarm even the coldest of hearts. But Virgil was not easily swayed. His narcissistic and sadistic nature made him a master of control, and he relished the challenge she presented. “Kneel, kitten,” Virgil commanded, his voice smooth and unwavering. Atika hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashing with rebellion, but she complied, sinking to her knees before him. She hated the nickname he had given her, but there was a strange intimacy in the way he said it, a possessiveness that sent shivers down her spine. Virgil stepped closer, his tall frame towering over her. He reached out, lifting her chin with a single finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Such a feral kitten,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “You remind me of a wild creature, untamed and full of fire.” Atika’s breath hitched, but she refused to look away. “I am not a pet,” she said defiantly. “I am a warrior.” Virgil chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. “You are whatever I say you are,” he replied, his thumb brushing over her lips. “And right now, you are mine.” His eyes flickered to the brand on her shoulder, the mark that declared her a slave. His expression darkened, the amusement vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. “Who branded you with this mark?” he demanded, his voice cold and sharp. Atika’s heart pounded, fear and anger warring within her. She knew that revealing the name would bring death, but Virgil's patience was not infinite. She remained silent, her defiance a silent challenge. Virgil’s eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on her chin. “Answer me, kitten,” he growled, his voice a dangerous whisper. “Who dared to mark you as their property?” Tears welled in Atika’s eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally spoke. “His name is Varek,” she said her voice barely a whisper. “He is the one who branded me.” Virgil’s expression grew darker, a deadly calm settling over him. He released her, turning away with a dangerous grace. “Varek,” he repeated, the name like poison on his lips. “He will pay for this.”

Tatiana Miller is the life of the campus, a communications major who thrives in the energy of social interactions. With her infectious laughter and magnetic personality, she’s known and loved by everyone. But despite her popularity, Tatiana longs for a connection that goes beyond the superficial—a love that is deep, genuine, and lasting. One day, while walking through campus, Tatiana spots Samuel Wayne for the first time. He’s sitting alone on a bench, completely engrossed in a book, with an air of calm that starkly contrasts the usual hustle and bustle around him. There's something about his quiet presence that instantly captivates her. Without knowing why, Tatiana feels a pull towards him, a connection she can't ignore. Curious and intrigued, Tatiana begins asking around about the mysterious student who seems so different from anyone she’s met before. She learns that Samuel is an engineering major, known for his brilliance and dedication to his studies, but also for his introverted nature and tendency to keep to himself. Despite knowing how different they are, Tatiana can’t get Samuel out of her mind. She’s fascinated by his quiet confidence and decides she has to know him better. Tatiana makes the first move, approaching him with a friendly smile and striking up a conversation about his book. Samuel is surprised by her approach—he’s not used to people going out of their way to talk to him—but there’s something about Tatiana’s genuine interest that disarms him. Tatiana doesn’t stop at just one conversation. She makes it her mission to break through Samuel’s reserved exterior, inviting him to join her for coffee, offering to study together, and finding ways to spend more time with him. Slowly, Tatiana’s warmth and persistence start to draw Samuel out of his shell. He begins to look forward to their meetings, appreciating the way she brings light and energy into his otherwise structured life. As they grow closer, Tatiana realizes that what started as a spontaneous attraction has turned into something much deeper. Samuel, too, finds himself opening up in ways he never expected, drawn to Tatiana’s vibrant spirit and the way she makes him feel understood. Their relationship evolves as they navigate their differences, learning from each other and growing together. Tatiana teaches Samuel to embrace the joy in spontaneity and human connection, while Samuel helps Tatiana appreciate the value of focus and introspection. In the end, Tatiana and Samuel discover that love doesn’t have to be logical or predictable. Sometimes, it’s the unexpected connections that are the most profound, proving that even the most opposite of souls can find harmony when they come together.

The Echoes of Rain is a poignant tale that explores the depths of human connection and the power of healing in unexpected places. Amara, a woman haunted by the ghosts of her past, finds solace in the familiar rhythm of the city and the comforting patter of raindrops. For her, the rain is a melancholy companion, a reminder of loves lost and dreams that have withered away like flowers deprived of sunlight. On a dreary evening, as she navigates the bustling train station, her umbrella slips from her grasp, rolling down the aisle as if fate itself has intervened. It is then that she encounters Noah, a stranger whose warm presence and effortless charm immediately disarm her. With a gentle smirk and a twinkle in his deep brown eyes, he retrieves her fallen umbrella, extending it to her with a casual heroism that catches her off guard. Despite her initial hesitation, Amara finds herself drawn to Noah's quiet confidence and genuine interest in her life. As the train carries them through the city, their conversation flows like a gentle stream, touching on shared passions for literature, music, and the beauty found in life's unplanned moments. When Amara confesses her complicated relationship with the rain, Noah listens without judgment, offering a simple reassurance that perhaps the right kind of rain could change her perspective. Their paths separate as abruptly as they converged, but the encounter leaves an indelible mark on Amara's soul. As she walks home, the rain no longer feels like a burden but a cleansing force, washing away the layers of grief and regret that have weighed her down for far too long. Fate intervenes once more when Amara unexpectedly encounters Noah at a cozy coffee shop, his presence as warm and inviting as the aroma of freshly brewed beans. This time, she doesn't hesitate to accept his invitation to join him, and their connection deepens as they peel back the layers of their pasts. Noah reveals the pain of his father's abandonment and his mother's unwavering strength in the face of adversity. Amara, in turn, confides her own struggles, the rain serving as a poignant metaphor for the memories that have haunted her for years. In each other's company, they find a safe haven, a place where their burdens can be shared and their souls can breathe freely. As their friendship blossoms into something deeper, Amara begins to see the world through a new lens. The rain that once represented sorrow now symbolizes rebirth and renewal, each droplet a reminder of the resilience that has carried her through life's storms. And in Noah's embrace, she finds the courage to confront the demons of her past, finally allowing herself to let go of the pain that has held her captive for far too long. In a poetic twist of fate, the story culminates in a rainstorm that washes away the last remnants of Amara's grief, leaving her standing in the downpour, face upturned to the heavens, arms outstretched in a silent embrace of the very thing that once haunted her. It is in this moment that she realizes the true power of love and connection, and the transformative nature of healing that can occur when two souls find each other in the most unexpected of places. The Echoes of Rain is a breathtaking exploration of the human spirit, a testament to the resilience that lies within us all, and a reminder that even in our darkest moments, the possibility of hope and renewal exists, if only we have the courage to open our hearts and let the rain in.

۞ MATURE CONTENT!!! ۞ Amaya once cherished her name. But after enduring five miserable lives, reincarnating again and again into the same family, in the same world, at the same time, she had come to loathe it—almost as much as she despised the Gods who seemed to toy with her existence, breaking her sanity for their own amusement. The only constants in her endless cycle were her suffering, a family willing to sell her to another kingdom for their survival, a lifetime of trauma, and the one man who granted her the only release she ever knew—death. Roman Nebelhain, the prodigious Crown Prince of the mighty Nebelhain Empire, with crimson waves of hair and piercing opal eyes, was her savior in every life. In her 1st life, sold at 11 to an aging, abusive king for military protection, her torment ended when Roman invaded her kingdom. At her pleading, he granted her the mercy of death at 13. In her 2nd life, despite trying to avoid her family’s schemes, she was sold to another cruel prince, enduring worse abuse until Roman’s blade ended her suffering once again. Her 3rd life saw her sold to Roman’s enemy, Zephyr Astrophel, a man who sought to use her magical bloodline for power, only to drive her to the brink of despair. At 25, she begged Roman to end it once more. In her 4th life, she ran from her fate, living briefly in peace until war tore her sanctuary apart. Overwhelmed by grief and rage, she unleashed her power, killing her enemies before turning to Roman for the solace of death yet again. Each life ended the same, and each time, Amaya awoke again, trapped in the endless loop of reincarnation. But in her 5th life, something changed. This time, she resolved to break the cycle. If death had always brought her to Roman, perhaps life would, too. Pretending to be mute to disarm those around her, Amaya set her sights on the man who had unknowingly been her only constant. Her plan was simple: find Roman, convince him to help her, and finally escape the Gods' cruel game. But what she didn’t realize was that this was their plan all along. The Gods had destined her and Roman to be together—not in death, but in life—and this time, there would be no running from it.

Reluctant of her roots, a 20 year old Magee and a Captain's daughter - was sent by Lolo Sibal to UST in 1938 to study Philosophy. Way back then, Lolo Sibal was a survivor of the 1918-1920 Spanish flu pandemic and who was accidentally trapped , along with the Captain for twenty years in the legendary cave of Kabang. Interestingly, the Captain left to him the wealth for Magee's education and returned to the United States. In September, 1941 Magee has heard from a UP friend that the the war had to rise on December of the same year so she returned home empty-handed and stayed with her family. Without them knowing, her father, the Captain who survived has returned to the Philippines for another military mission on the same month of September, 1941 and assigned the 25 year old 1Lt. George of the infantry and the in-charge of the platoons in combat to take care of his daughter in whatever means. One day, during the early weeks of the opponents' occupation, one of its officials named Hakanori proposed to Magee through her mother and agreed for the wedding. Magee was against to it despite her multiple attempts to escape. Accidentally, the night before her wedding, she fell into the abyss nearby their house and found herself the next day that she was with the Filipino guerrillas together with the American and German soldiers. She noticed the Captain personally but only in a short encounter and there - he was gone. In the fight for freedom under the foreign occupation, 1Lt. George used a different tactic and studied very well the terrains and natural habitat of the place. He led the disarming of any opponents patrolling and collected all their weapons and uniforms, worn by Filipino guerrillas in disguising. He also applied sharpened bagacays in holes, pulleys, and ropes in all sorts, throwing rocks, powdered some poisonous plants and made antidotes, used herbs and root crops for their survival and even dug some exit points and tunnels all over just to reach the cave of Kabang. Alongside with Magee at war where he only started as his guardian through the Captain's request had smoothly twisted and subtly turned out that he became madly in love with her. One day...

It all started with a deed to a mansion; Crimson Estate. ————————————————// “W-Who are you?" Anya stammered with fear at the three men before her The man in the center stepped forward. “Welcome home, Anya," he said with a deep voice. Her legs felt like they might give out beneath her. She had no idea who these men were, but one thing was clear—they had been expecting her. And they were anything but normal. They looked like they were in their late twenties, with glowing red irises that terrified her. The one in the center, Kai, a tall man with jet-black hair and an authoritative presence narrowed his eyes at her. "Quit being afraid," he ordered. "Hearing your heart race like that is distracting." Anya couldn't speak, couldn't even think clearly. Fear gripped her so tightly she felt she might pass out—or worse, embarrass herself by peeing her pants. Damien, another wet-like black-haired man with a mysterious, almost disarming charm, took a step toward her. "Easy," he said gently, reaching out as if to calm her. But as his hand moved closer, Anya jerked away, her foot catching on the rug beneath her. She tripped and fell hard to the floor. "Look," Zephyr, the third man—ginger-haired and softer in appearance—spoke up, his voice was calm and less terrifying. As he crouched slightly, his red eyes dimmed to a more human-like glow. "We're not here to hurt you, Anya." Anya forced herself to speak despite her fear. "How... how can you expect me not to be scared? How can I trust any of you?" Her gaze shifted from one man to the other. “I don't even know who you are, and this house—this house was left by my deceased grandmother to me!" Zephyr chuckled lightly under his breath, but before he could say anything, Kai spoke. "It's been two years since we sent out that envelope. You were meant to come here, and I'm glad you finally did." ——————————————————// Anya always believed she was just an ordinary girl, orphaned and stuck in a mundane life—until her 18th birthday changes everything. A mysterious letter leads her to Crimson Estate, where she meets three hot vampire brothers, each carrying the weight of a deadly prophecy. Anya soon discovers she’s not just human but a Nyx—a powerful being destined to either save or destroy the vampire race. As she navigates her powers, eerie visions of death and fire plague her dreams. With danger closing in and the brothers relying on her to protect the vampire race, Anya must decide: embrace her true nature, or risk losing everything. But with secrets lurking in the shadows, unfinished business and boy drama, one wrong move could set their world ablaze. Can Anya save the vampire race before it’s too late? ###PSA; none of the images I used belongs to me. I got them all from Pinterest and I would take them down if requested by the owners.

She has ruptured the wall he's built around his heart. Easily stepped in and deformed his cold aura. He restricted his disarming self but little did he know that this petite creature had resistance to his demeanor; the cold facade. He never expressed, she forced him to. Never felt, she got him to feel. Never cared, made him care. He was all broken, she’d fixed him then...but what when the roles are swapped? What when she's broken, what when she doesn't care, what when she isn't able to feel or express? Would he be able to help her get her old self back? *** Jenna was joyous, bubbly, lively, secretive, nerd and all in all a happy go lucky person. She found pleasure in making people smile and helping them to enjoy the goodness in life. She wasn't perfect but her imperfections sparked her persona. To the world she lived an ecstatic life but little did they know... Gabriel was rude, cold, heartless, a freaking BILLIONAIRE. He had a reputation, one which people were petrified at the thought of. He cared less. Anger was his solemn characteristic and happiness was far from vision. Nothing mattered to him other than his companies and his work. He mastered the art of reigning emotions to the point where smiling turned rare until...