Humanity has fallen, hiding underground for the sake of their survival. Clinging to the remains of the old civilization, bringing back old vehicles and modifying them to become battle-machines, steeds to lead the human resistance against their enemy, the harbingers of their collapse: The Razorgen. Highly advanced Biomechanical beings resembling animals that once roamed the Earth. The story follows Thomas Mere and Mia Reze, captains of a team that they built: The Blackout Ghouls. With their flagship car, Little Ghoul, they race through the dusty trails of their collapsed world, letting their love lead the way. If the world has fallen, has love vanished as well? Would ending this war, be the answer to find happiness? Has love perished because of the machines? Or did love perish, because humanity forsake it? *Author's note: A new part will be published on the 15th and 30th of every month.*

Silence is not absence. It's a presence-a predator. And Nyx? She was my voice. My anchor. My everything. Until they erased her. But here's the thing: Nyx never truly died. She lives through me-through every scream, every scar, every strike in my revenge arc. Because when Silence hunts, I hunt back. Also in Inkitt and Reddit in r/shortstories Will Be posted in RoyalRoad as well

In a world where death is mercy and memory is a weapon, Stealthstar must face the one person she couldn't save. The letter has arrived. The hunt has begun. And fear-written in all caps-is back. This is my own work, written when i was around 12 for a school contest. If it gains like 20 votes or something than I shall perhaps make a book about it. So like please have mercy.