Purgatory قصص

The heavens tremble. Jiang Feng, the youngest Dark Sovereign, has defied destiny, mastering the laws of Darkness, Time, and Space. Yet, his ascent has only just begun. With a second soul - that of the ancient Aevium race - stirring within him, Jiang Feng embodies a power previously unimaginable, marked by the distinctive white locs of his otherworldly heritage. But the realms are in turmoil. The Severance Veil weakens, allowing the relentless Demon Race to pour into the mortal world. From above, the Immortal Realm prepares its own invasion, while the Beast and Soul Realms eye the unfolding chaos, ready to strike. Now, with his loyal Embersteel Wardens at his side, Jiang Feng must battle not only for his mortal home but for the very balance of the cosmos. As he navigates treacherous celestial politics and confronts ancient forces, he must embrace the full extent of his dual nature. Will his growing power be enough to unite the disparate realms against the encroaching darkness, or will the weight of a collapsing universe prove too great a burden, even for a sovereign? The fate of all creation rests upon the Embersteel.

Stranded on Lian Yu and pushed past his limits, he makes a choice that costs him everything. But death is not the end-it's a beginning. Chosen for a greater purpose, he returns to a world that's moved on without him, no longer just a vigilante, but something far more. Justice will be rewritten. Part 4 of the Born Saga

(Sequel to the story "Decayed purgatory") After the incidents that happened to Y/n and waking up inside an abandoned facility and meeting Enri, they finally escape the purgatory and try to live their new life but the purgatory is much deeper than what it seems as Y/n and Enri meets new/old friends, newer Enemies behind the catastrophic events that has been occuring around the capital of Enri's world. (Purgatory 1, 2 is made by Nama and Decaying winter is made by Eden-227 from Roblox)

The man who walks the road of insanity sees, hears, and comprehends things that a sane man would have no hope in understanding. Leave your old self behind as I tell of another plane of existence through short-form poetry. I will do this until the things holding the seams together pull me through entirely.

Coming soon! History will argue with what I am about to say. It prefers its wars clean, its gods infallible, and its monsters simple. This story is none of those things. I did not intend to have a son. Demons do not intend such things. We do not build futures. We endure them. And yet, somewhere between a war I no longer remember and a love I was never meant to feel, the impossible occurred. He was born. Orm. A contradiction wrapped in flesh. Angel and demon braided together with something far more dangerous... humanity. I watched him grow among creatures that should have devoured him, learning their hunger, their cruelty. I expected him to become one of us. He did not. He became something worse. He chose. That is the part no one understands. Not Heaven with all its rules, not Hell with all its appetite. Choice is the one force neither side has ever managed to chain. He chose to fight. He chose to protect. He chose, disastrously, to love. And in doing so, he broke a plan set in motion long before either of us existed. I have lived long enough to see empires rise and fall like careless tides. I have seen angels burn and demons kneel. None of it concerns me anymore. But this does. Because when my son chose love, the universe did something unexpected. It answered.

No one remembers the day they were born, but after abandonment as an infant, Cirrus grew up in foster care believing he remembered his father’s voice. At age eighteen in a dingy Boston apartment, he collapses and wakes with another clue to his origins: wings. Meliel, the chief enforcer of the government of Heaven, carries the responsibility of executing Cirrus, the only son of Raziel, an exiled former ruler of Heaven and once-powerful archangel. But Hell, which signed a peace treaty with Heaven under the archangels’ rule, threatens war if Cirrus dies. To maintain the peace, Meliel commits high treason by hiding Cirrus in Purgatory, a place where angel and demon outcasts thrive together. War is not easily side-stepped. When Cirrus’s supposed execution comes and goes and Hell does not break the peace treaty as promised, those who wish to dispose of the Governess of Heaven assassinate high-profile angels and demons one by one, undermining the peace within Purgatory and bringing Heaven and Hell closer to violence. Meanwhile, Cirrus struggles to connect with his family through weak, tentative powers that won’t develop fully for a hundred years. Meliel blames himself for the crumbling peace—he took the power away from the archangels and gave it to Lakme, the Governess. He seeks only to correct his error, until he starts to see Cirrus as a son, a son he has no right to keep. Cirrus discovers family in Purgatory, the strangest of places, but to keep it, he must shoulder his heritage and lead a city struggling to survive in the shadow of Heaven. {{Cover photo credits: andreiuc88 / 123RF Stock Photo and irochka / 123RF Stock Photo }} {Content Note: While I don't think the content warrants a maturity warning, there is mild violence.}

Elizabeth Blackthorne is a Phoenix. That is something Sam or Dean Winchester has never come across before. So when they meet her during a case, they immediately begin to wonder whether they can trust her as a hunter and a supernatural creature. While this is happening, Elizabeth and Dean begin to have a connection that neither one can resist. Will The Winchesters trust Elizabeth? Will Elizabeth and Dean fall in love? Enjoy this Supernatural Fanfiction! [Season 8]

How many chances does one life deserve? After a tragic accident, Zach Brenton wakes in a world that shouldn't exist-a place between life and death. Haunted by guilt, hunted by memories, he's given a task that seems impossible: pay his debt by guiding others to their final breath. But in this surreal purgatory where pain, beauty, and redemption collide, every soul has a story... and Zach has 1,000 to complete. A gripping, visual, emotionally charged journey that blends dark fantasy and raw human emotion, 1000 VIES is a haunting exploration of grief, penance, and the possibility of rebirth.

poetry series. paradox poem.

"As soon as the bullet pierced his chest, he knelt to the ground, ears ringing from the deafening noise. The wiry-framed young man clutched the wound desperately, applying all the pressure his weakened arms could. His gaze focused on the woman who shot him. He glared, vision hazy, down the barrel of the handgun held by her, a nail with red polish still hovering over the trigger. He fell, defeated once and for all, landing with a thud, head hitting pavement, his own gun burrowing into his side. Charles was dead. A black-suited man stood in his bathroom, staring out the slightly agape window, and down at the city below. His eyes glazed over in tears for what felt like the millionth time that day. He laughed as the tears fell, laughed at his apparent foolishness, knowing this was not funny. His own idiocy ended him up here, in his dark house, in this cold bathroom, squinting out the open window in the middle of winter. He would be dead soon, the medicine taking over his senses. As the city faded from view, so did Jackson."

She stared as tears streamed down her face, tears falling to the floor only to turn to flames as if they were made of gasoline. Her red gaze turned to a glare as she let out a scream, running to the figure with a flaming knife in hand.

When you try so hard, but nothing you do ever seems to be recognized...are you even real? Or are you just a ghost?

In this anthology, "Encounters", I wanted to challenge my own creativity by writing a different short story every day taking inspiration from varying locations using existentialism as my creative starting point. The first short story was featured in the online literary magazine "Fairlight Books".

I'll do it later, Wattpad deleted my last one >:(

When a guilty and grief-stricken fiancé goes to put flowers on his late love's grave, he meets a stranger in the cemetery. This mysterious man promises to help him make amends with his departed fiancée if he can survive the journey and overcome his doubts.

Having reflected on your past experiences, would you choose to do the same exact thing again? The choice is yours, but there will be consequences if you fail to move forward.

An installment from a compilation of short stories I am collecting about stagnation, depression, and loss - "purgatory."

Wrote this for class yesterday in about half an hour. Enjoy! :)