Secretwatcher Stories

When students across the world are tested for their abilities to be accepted to the Elite Nations University (ENU), they are REALLY tested in every possible way. Their lives change for the absolute worst... well, atleast in most cases. Little do they know that unknown people are constantly watching and unexplainable things keep happening at suspiciously convenient times. The constant turn of events hits them like a wave full of deceit and shocking truths. Who can they trust when everything they've been told is a lie? Had their parents just sent them to the beginning to where their lives crumble? However friendships and relationships are formed, creating some of the strongest bonds they never would have gotten the chance to know. But the question still remains.... Who is a friend or foe? ☆Sneak peek from this story☆ The ringing in my ears grow louder, it's pitch-black because my eyes are tied. However I can tell I'm in a red-lit room, sat on the cold tile floor. "Why hello, ***. I'm so glad you were finally able to come. I hope they weren't too hostile with you." I know this voice, it's almost too familiar. "Who is this?" I ask, feeling like I already know the answer to my own question. "Oh, don't be in denial honey...", she says taking steps closer to me. She pauses before whispering, "You know exactly who this is..." She unties the cloth around my eyes and honestly.... I wish she remained mysterious... ☆The end for now...☆ ;)♡

🜂 "Rudra: The Flame Without Name" (A Poetic Ode to His Journey) > Born beneath three moons' embrace, A crownless child, a throne displaced. No Cosma marked his mortal skin, Yet storms of fate still stirred within. > A prince in halls where silence reigned, Their smiles for others, love detained. No mother's warmth, no brother's cheer- Just servants' whispers he learned to hear. > He named himself. For none would dare. "Rudra," he said. "I breathe the air. My blood is thin, my heart is loud, I do not need their praise or crown."_ > With twin blades dulled by time and rust, He carved his strength through pain and dust. In forests dark, through cult and flame, He faced the void and earned his name. > A gem upon his brow would shine, A gift from Time and Space divine. Yet powers bloomed not out of grace, But will to rise despite disgrace. > He fell, he bled, he stood again, While nobles scoffed and kin disdained. Yet still he walked, alone, unknown- A soul of fire with heart of stone. > No god announced his coming bright, No comet flared across the night. But when the world begins to break, They'll learn the flame they did forsake. > He is Rudra- The Child Unchosen. The Star Reborn. The Sword Awoken.