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Through Fire Justice Is Served

Guilty Justice

In the year 3029 in the future. A Virus called "Justice" contaminates all men of all ages into strange creatures or monsters called "Destroyers" which have various forms, not only that, this Virus also contaminates robots tasked with protecting humanity become corrupted and attack humans.The Justice Virus was actually created to punish humans who commit major crimes such as bank robbery, murder or harassment. Initially the impact of the virus only caused the body to become weak and feel a burning sensation in the heart for some time But everything changed when a mysterious person contaminated the source of the virus with something that turned the virus into a negative virus, thus turning all men throughout the world into monsters and destroying everything in their path without mercy. All the robots who were also contaminated by this virus began to attack the humans who ruled them, killing all humans cruelly, even all the military robots killed the leaders of a country.Therefore, this world is only inhabited by women who are still alive and fighting to save the earth from the virus, however, because of conflicting opinions, all women decided to make their respective factions their home and their place of protection. Currently a red-haired woman appears wearing a red mask and military armor uniform, her name is Voltrania, she is the leader of a faction called Crimson wings, Voltrania dreams of freeing this world from the threats and dangers of all the viruses that cause destruction in the world, even though she must sacrifice herself. Voltrania has a quiet, serious and cruel nature, she becomes the leader that all women hope to lead them to peace. This novel will tell about Voltrania's struggle and suffering to protect everyone she loves.
Rana_12 · 8.2K Views

The Devil's Justice

"You are mine, Estrellita. You have always been mine," he whispered to the night. "And I tend to take care of what belongs to me. Especially when it comes to you." In the next instant, his lips met mine, drawing away the chill and replacing it with his warmth. The sensation of his skin against mine was like a fire, and my pussy throbbed, ignited with desire. I was stirred by the Devil's touch. I was twistedly aroused by the Devil. *** Silent Rivers. Silent Tears. Roaring Courage. In the tranquil town of LarksVille, a web of deceit, cruelty, and hidden wounds lies hidden. Anastasia, a brilliant and determined college student, becomes an unlikely saviour as she exposes tormentors who have terrorized Preston University for too long. Beneath the idyllic surface of this small, close-knit community, Anastasia peels back layers of secrets, betrayal, and long-held grudges, uncovering a haunting history of bullying that has shattered lives and left scars both seen and unseen. But when suddenly the hunter becomes the prey, who's going to save the hunter? They have only one clue. A common pattern. A cryptic message, "Devil." With every revelation, Anastasia inches closer to the truth, but she also draws nearer to the shadows that threaten to consume her. Yet, as Ana navigates through the complexities of justice, she finds herself entangled in a chilling game. A stalker, equally compelling and dangerously enigmatic, emerges from the shadows. Despite the alluring warmth of Lorenzo, Ana remains haunted by the chilling presence of the Devil, her relentless and fearsome stalker. Who is the "Devil"? A psycho killer with a mind of intelligence or a victim seeking revenge? If so, then who's next? As Anastasia finally confronts the darkness lurking in her community, another web of truth thrives. "The ending is only the beginning."
Wendrila_Kundu · 35.4K Views

Making fire

Life was tiring, I wanted so much to be free of everyone. I wanted to hold on to what little happiness I remembered walking through the woods. The feel of the crisp air when the sun broke into dawn, the way I felt the trees come alive as I wondered through them, how quiet everything was. But now I’m married. To the most unpredictable man I had ever encountered. But there is something about him. The way he moves, eyes sharp and narrowed watching my every step. I always felt as if he were hunting me, and maybe he was. I could never get away from those peering eyes long enough to enjoy a moment to myself. He was always there, around every plan of escape, every thought of silence, every time I even thought of a life away from him. No doubt due to the binding ceremony that was performed. The only request I had about the ceremony was that it needed to be performed by a priestess but my father wanted HIS personal witch to bind Tristan and I. Once my father ordered you to do something ‘not one person disagreed’. I did not mean to think so ill of her but I can not help this feeling that she may have added a little spell to the ceremony. If I could only speak to her, I have not seen her since I left my brute of a fathers home. I could always ask Sheri-Tristan’s second wife. Yes. I’m the third wife of this man I call husband. But Sheri was witch born before being turned by Tristan. She had the most beautiful violet hair and matching eyes. Where as I had bright auburn air with green eyes, the only thing I kept of my mother. Sheri could help me find out if I am under some spell so I can get Tristan out of my head long enough to leave his kingdom. She hated me so, I believe it is due to Tristan not informing both of his wives that a third was going to be arriving. And that was me. If I was going to ask her for help it had to be now, I have my awakening ceremony tonight. It will mark 3 months since our wedding and as accustomed with Tristan and his coven, 90 days was the mark a bride had to wait to be judged by the collective to be accepted. Tristan assures me that I will be accepted and he will turn me tonight in the hues of the blood moon that was to be eclipsed. I did not want to be turned. I was human. If I was turned I’d loose my humanity and become full vampire. The same thing happened to Ava-Tirstan’s fist wife. She could not handle the lust and killed a few members of court. Some human but some halflings like Sheri. I did not want to kill. I shuttered at the thought of taking the life essence of another living being. I did not want to live in this manner. I only pray that Sheri is in a favorable mood this afternoon. Here I stand, outside her door. I had been standing here for about 10 minutes. I needed every help I could to escape my marriage. Yet, knocking on her door was the most exhausting thing I have been doing since I arrived here 3 months ago. “Here goes nothing.” I said out loud as I finally knocked. “Entrer” She was quite demure when she’s not in a mood. I might have a chance of gaining her help after all. One look my way and her mood was already changing. “YOU!” —maybe not………….
Jade_4527 · 13.6K Views

Through the Storms

At the tender age of five, Kingsley Alexander's life was irrevocably changed when she lost her parents in a tragic accident. Left in the care of her mother’s elder sister, Mrs. Carley, Kingsley and her younger brother were thrust into a world of uncertainty. Despite the emotional scars of her loss, Kingsley found solace in the unwavering love and support of her aunt, who worked tirelessly to provide a stable and nurturing environment for the siblings. Though they were far from wealthy, Mrs. Carley ensured that Kingsley and her brother never felt the sting of deprivation, instilling in them values of resilience and determination. For ten years, Kingsley lived a relatively peaceful life, shielded from the harsher realities of the world. But everything changed when she earned a scholarship to Greenmock Academy, an elite private high school known for its opulence and exclusivity. Greenmock was a world apart from anything Kingsley had ever known—a school where billionaire heirs and heiresses roamed the halls, their wealth and influence dictating the social hierarchy. Teachers bowed to their demands, and the rules seemed to bend for those with the deepest pockets. As a middle-class girl with no connections, Kingsley quickly found herself an outsider in this glittering yet cutthroat environment. Her scholarship, secured through the generosity of her boss—a renowned and influential woman who believed in Kingsley’s potential—was both a blessing and a curse. While it opened doors to unparalleled opportunities, it also made her a target for envy and ridicule. The students at Greenmock were ruthless, and Kingsley’s humble background made her an easy mark for their cruelty. Yet, amidst the challenges, she found an unexpected ally—and perhaps something more—in Raymond Wayne, the enigmatic and charismatic son of one of the school’s most powerful families. Raymond was unlike the others. He saw beyond Kingsley’s modest upbringing and recognized her strength, intelligence, and unwavering spirit. Their connection was immediate, a spark that neither could ignore. But their budding relationship was far from simple. Raymond’s world was one of privilege and expectation, and the pressures of his family’s legacy loomed large over their bond. As Kingsley navigated the treacherous waters of Greenmock, she was forced to confront not only the external challenges of fitting in but also the internal struggle of trusting someone who seemed so different from her. Now, as Kingsley stands at the crossroads of her journey, the question remains: Can she overcome the obstacles before her alone, or will Raymond prove to be more than just a fleeting presence in her life? Will their love withstand the weight of their differences, or will the pressures of their worlds tear them apart? And in the face of adversity, will Kingsley find the strength to rise above it all, or will she need Raymond by her side to survive the storm? Dive into Kingsley’s world of trials, triumphs, and heartache as she fights to carve out her place in a society that seems determined to keep her down. Will love be her salvation, or will she discover that her greatest strength lies within herself? ---
Gastino · 758 Views
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