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Ghost Fighter New Season

Notes Between Seasons

Anya, 28, carries an air of quiet resilience beneath her graceful exterior. With olive-toned skin, soft black waves, and deep green-hazel eyes, she moves through life with gentle confidence, her delicate floral dresses and matching earrings reflecting her understated strength. Balancing university lectures and restaurant shifts, Anya’s world is a delicate dance of responsibilities, yet her heart harbors untold stories memories and feelings she guards closely. Elias, in his early thirties, is the embodiment of poised elegance. Tall and fair-skinned, with piercing ice-blue eyes that seem to see straight through the surface, he exudes a calm power and precision shaped by his senior role in corporate management. Behind his minimalist style and commanding presence lies a man who has built walls around himself, wary of letting anyone close. Their worlds collide unexpectedly on a crisp spring evening at the restaurant where Anya works. The sight of her in casual attire, her hair loose and framing her face softly, captures Elias’s attention like nothing before. For Anya, seeing Elias a figure from headquarters, calm yet intense stirs emotions she hadn’t expected to confront while juggling her busy schedule. As their encounters grow from silent, stolen moments to hesitant conversations, both must navigate the complexities of their lives Anya’s demanding shifts and personal struggles, Elias’s corporate pressures and guarded heart. A shared ride to the train station, gentle teasing, and quiet confessions slowly chip away at the walls between them. Set against the backdrop of everyday challenges and small moments of connection, their story unfolds as a tender exploration of trust, vulnerability, and the courage it takes to rewrite one’s own story. “Silent Collisions” is a romance about two souls learning that sometimes love comes not in grand gestures, but in the quietest, most unexpected encounters.
Sienna_B04 · 4.6K Views

The Pinnacle Fighter

Synopsis: The Pinnacle Fighter "The Pinnacle Fighter" plunges into the harsh life of ten-year-old Adar Kagen, a boy with nothing but the raw, unyielding spirit of his mother, Soma Kagen. Abandoned and framed by the powerful Zed family after a horrific act committed by Adar's father, Soma has carried the secret weight of her past, battling a hidden, deadly illness while working relentlessly as a delivery girl. Adar's innocent world shatters when Soma, at her breaking point, reveals the brutal truth: his father's violence, the Zed family's ruthless cover-up, and her own impending death from a sickness caused by years of torture and overwork. Overhearing that her treatment costs an impossible sum, Adar is faced with a crushing despair. But then, a mysterious voice, Kart, the "God of Modern Martial Art" – a spirit from a distant civilization bound to a dying system – appears. Kart offers a desperate bargain: in exchange for Adar's unwavering commitment to the brutal path of combat, he will sustain Soma's life and guide Adar to the power and wealth needed to save her. Driven by a fierce, almost villainous resolve to protect his mother and avenge her suffering, Adar embraces this dark pact. His journey begins from absolute zero, his skills ranked at "H", relying solely on his EX-ranked "Unyielding Spirit" and Kart's guidance. From the cramped, dimly lit training rooms to the blinding lights of the professional arena, Adar will fight not just for victory, but for justice, his mother's life, and a place at the very Pinnacle Fighter in a world that once cast them aside.
AEmile · 2.1K Views

The Ghost of Portugal

its the year 2014 14 Year old João Félix is a prodigious young talent playing in FC Porto's youth academy. Though physically undersized, he demonstrates exceptional spatial intelligence, technique, and tactical awareness. His teammates call him “O Mago” (The Magician) for the way he creates opportunities from impossible angles. His family is supportive but modest—his father a teacher, his brother Hugo a fellow academy player. But João’s rise halts abruptly when he is cut from the FC Porto youth system, with the reason cited as “developmental concerns” (a euphemism for being too small and not physically developed enough). The decision devastates him. Suddenly, the player everyone was talking about disappears from the football world. Teammates stop replying to his messages. His name fades from league records. No clubs call. João becomes invisible. He returns to Viseu, haunted by shame and self-doubt. He refuses to train. Watches old match footage in silence. The once-prodigy now battles depression and isolation. Then, during a solo jog, João notices a man watching him from afar. This man, Tiago, introduces himself as a former analyst from Porto. He presents João with a notebook—filled with diagrams and data focused solely on João’s off-the-ball movements. Tiago offers him something no one else has: belief and a new system of training. He calls it “Jogo Sem Bola”—the game without the ball. João accepts. He will train in secret. No spotlight. No club. No recognition. Just the work.
GOAT7 · 16.8K Views

Ghost Of The Slopes

At 15, Takeshi Morin was the future of alpine skiing. 16 Now, he’s just a ghost, a shell of his former self, can he make a swift return to the competitive scene. Born in the heart of the French Alps to a Japanese mother and French father, Takeshi Laurent Morin was raised on snow and speed. A prodigy in alpine skiing—slalom, giant slalom, downhill—he was ranked number one in the world for his age. His destiny was carved into the mountain itself. But when his mother, a world champion skier, dies in a tragic training accident, everything unravels. Days later, his father takes his own life, leaving Takeshi behind in a silence too heavy to bear. Stricken with grief and guilt, he withdraws from competition. What once felt like freedom on skis becomes suffocating. He drops from the national circuit, isolates himself in the mountains, and devotes himself to caring for his grandmother, the last remaining piece of his fractured family. But even that slips away when a heated outburst leads to her sudden death—another loss he believes he caused. Takeshi quits skiing for good. Though he remains one of the most gifted alpine racers on the planet, the sport has become a graveyard of memories he can’t outrun. When he’s sent to live in Japan with his aunt—a stern but kind headmistress of an elite international school for winter athletes—Takeshi is thrown into a new world of rigid schedules, elite training, and old rivals. The school operates across five countries, with each branch competing every year. Takeshi is to enrol in the Japanese branch, with its winter campus nestled in the mountains of Nagano. It's built to shape champions in alpine and freestyle skiing, snowboarding, and more. It’s everything he once wanted—except now, he wants nothing to do with it. Forced into competition, Takeshi is haunted by the very mountains he must conquer. As the international interschool alpine circuit approaches, hosted by the French branch in the very region where he grew up and classmates from his past reappear on rival teams, he must confront the trauma, guilt, and pressure. They have buried his love of skiing. To heal, he’ll have to descend into the past—before he can climb back toward the future. Set against the icy precision and breakneck speed of elite alpine skiing, Ghost of the Slopes is a powerful coming-of-age story about loss, survival, and rediscovering who you are when everything you loved is gone.
FateLikeNoneOther · 10.9K Views

ULTIMATE VENTURES SEASON 1

Five heroes from different corners of the world, each with their own unique strengths and backgrounds, were drawn together by a common threat. The name Malacoda had begun to echo through the shadows—whispered in fear by those who knew the old stories. Malacoda, also known as Garma, was a being of immense power who had been resurrected by Erebus, the emperor of a distant, brutal world. Erebus had made a dark promise to Malacoda: immortality and the power to rule as king on Earth if he could bend humanity to his will. With his resurrection, Malacoda was filled with a renewed sense of purpose. He was not merely a weapon for Erebus; he was a conqueror in his own right. To announce his return, Malacoda sent three of his most loyal servants to Earth. Their message was simple and chilling: Malacoda had come to Earth, and the world had two weeks to decide whom they would serve. Would they bow before him, or face the consequences of their defiance? The announcement spread like wildfire, igniting fear and chaos across the globe. Governments scrambled to respond, while ordinary people were gripped by panic. In the midst of this turmoil, the five heroes—strangers to each other, yet united by fate—began to prepare for the coming battle. They each had their reasons for joining the fight. One sought redemption for past failures; another was driven by a sense of duty to protect the innocent. Each of them brought something different to the table: unmatched strength, cunning intelligence, mystical powers, and unshakable courage. They trained relentlessly, knowing that the odds were against them, but refusing to back down. As the two weeks passed, the tension in the air grew thicker. Malacoda made his presence known, appearing in terrifying visions and demonstrations of power that shook the foundations of cities. His servants stoked the fires of fear, urging humanity to surrender. But when the time came, the heroes stood firm. They confronted Malacoda in a battle that raged across land, sea, and sky. It was a fight that tested them to their very limits, pushing them beyond what they thought possible. Malacoda was a formidable opponent, his power amplified by the dark promise of immortality. But the heroes fought with a determination born of necessity, their strengths complementing each other in perfect harmony. In the end, it was their unity and resolve that turned the tide. Through a combination of strategy, sacrifice, and sheer willpower, they managed to defeat Malacoda, stripping him of the power that Erebus had promised him. The battle was fierce, the cost high, but in the final moments, Malacoda fell, his ambitions crushed. Erebus, watching from afar, seethed with disappointment. His carefully laid plans had been thwarted, and his would-be enforcer was no more. The defeat of Malacoda was a blow to his ambitions, a reminder that even the most powerful can be brought low by those who stand together. The five heroes, victorious but weary, looked out over a world saved from darkness. They had faced the worst, and in doing so, had become something more than just individuals—they had become legends.
Michael_2468 · 27.7K Views

A season of love

Spring It was Shrove Tuesday. Nebel had just entered the corso, already at dark, and as she unpacked a bundle of streamers, she looked at the carriage ahead. Missed from a face she hadn't seen the afternoon Previously, he asked his companions: -Who is it? She doesn't look ugly. -A demon! She is gorgeous. She think she is the niece, or something like that, of the doctor Arrizabalaga. She arrived yesterday, it seems to me ... Nébel then fixed her eyes intently on the beautiful creature. She was a still a very young girl, perhaps no more than fourteen, but completely nubile. She had, under her very dark hair, a face of supreme whiteness, of that matt white and satin that is the exclusive patrimony of very fine. Long blue eyes, losing towards the temples in the circle of his black lashes of hers. Maybe a little apart, what gives, under a forehead smooth, air of great nobility or great stubbornness. But her eyes, like this, they filled that blooming countenance with the light of her beauty. And feeling them Nebel stopped a moment in his, he was dazzled. “What a charm!” He murmured, standing still with one knee over the man. Surrey cushion. A moment later the streamers were flying towards victory. Both carriages were already linked by the bridge hanging of ribbons, and the one who caused it smiled from time to time at the gallant boy. But that already came to the lack of respect for people, coachman and even carriage: over the shoulder, head, whip, fender, streamers they rained incessantly. So much so that the two people sitting in the back They returned and, rather than smiling, examined the spender carefully. “Who are they?” Asked Nebel in a low voice. —Dr. Arrizabalaga; true that you do not know. The other is the mother of your girl ... She's the doctor's sister-in-law. As if in pursuit of the exam, Arrizabalaga and the lady smiled at each other frankly before that exuberance of youth, Nébel believed in the duty to greet them, to which the triplet responded with jovial condescension. This was the beginning of an idyll that lasted three months, and to which Nébel contributed how much adoration there was in her passionate adolescence. While She continued the privateering, and in Concordia it lasts until incredible hours, Nebel incessantly stretched his arm forward, so well that the The cuff of his shirt, detached, danced over his hand. The next day the scene was replayed; and how this time the corso was resumed at night with a battle of flowers, Nébel exhausted in a quarter of hour four huge baskets. Arrizabalaga and the lady laughed, turning often, and the young woman hardly took her eyes off Nebel. East he cast a desperate look at his empty baskets; more about him Surrey cushion there was still one left, a poor bouquet of evergreens and jasmine of the country. Nebel jumped with him over the surrey wheel, he nearly dislocated an ankle, and running to victory, panting, drenched in sweat and excitement on the surface, he handed the bouquet to the young woman. She searched recklessly another, but she didn't have it. Her companions laugh. "But crazy!" Her mother told him, pointing to her chest, "there you have one!" The carriage started at a trot. Nebel, who had come down from the stirrup, afflicted, he ran and reached for the bouquet the young woman held out to him, her body almost out of the car. Nébel had arrived three days ago from Buenos Aires, where he was finishing his baccalaureate. He had been there for seven years, so his Knowledge of the current society of Concordia was minimal. He should stay still fifteen days in his hometown, enjoyed peacefully of soul, if not of body; and lo and behold, from the second day he lost all the serenity of him.
Cyra_Champ · 2.7K Views
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