The Devil's Wrath
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Six teenagers. Genetically engineered. Organically weaponized. Publicly declared heroes, and privately ticking time bombs. The walking-talking equivalent of a biohazard weapon. The kind that reeks of sweat and streetlights and the unindominatable human spirit. The kind they wished they knew how to break. You see, they weren't born. Because life isn't as easy as crawling out of a womb anymore, with blood and serum and the warm exhale of a mother's love. No, it was far 'easier' than that. They were built - piece by piece, chemical after chemical, atom to atom - where scientists preferred fighting on which new type of atomic ray to experiment with next rather than the freaking Geneva Convention. Because, inside Helix Labs, lay the wasteland of glass and live wires and the unmistakable smell of a brand new, bioweapon. Was that a newborn cursed with a modified brain, heart, or muscle? Or did they prefer kidney, lungs or bone? No. Why? Because they weren't born...they were crafted, congealed, and set on a path of righteous fury. They were never given a choice, only the cold looming shadow of a power far greater than them when they decided to condemn the evolutionary design and man handled into existence their own path of 'heroism'. Now, these walking anomalies patrol the glass and grime skyline of Haem city, a place where chrome and corruption reek havoc side by side. Where sin and silicon are separated by a gap of letters and not materialistic gain. The mutagens call themselves saviours, the Authority calls them property and the villains refer to them as misguided. They were made to serve humanity, when they were never humans themselves. Welcome to the future, it's much colder than you think.
Fallen World
On the precipice of disaster, you rise or you fall. The year, 2097. Humanity discovered that we are not alone in the universe. Our home was invaded, our people slaughtered, there was seemingly no chance for survival. In one last act of defiance and lunacy, we turned to our weapons of mass destruction, in turn, bringing about our fallen world and trapping the alien invaders with us, dubbed Rakaniti. The world, once home to billions is but a shell of its former self, perpetually shrouded in yellow from choices made. Those few who remained slinked into the shadows, to one day rise again, led by the Paragons and their warriors, the Archangels and Inquisitors of CoL. Survival always comes at a cost. What would you be prepared to endure, to pay, to sacrifice for it? Wish and reality are so far apart, where decisions are easy, consequences are permanent. About the series: Follow the journey of Archangel Christoph, Inquisitor Jill and many others in 2267. From the domes that are home to the remnants of humanity, to the desolate rakaniti infested wasteland that countless once called home. Nowhere is safe, every inch of ground is paid for in blood and lives. CoL remain standing but for how long before the pressure, internal and external alike brings the ultimate end. Rich characters and world-building, moral intrigue and slice-of-life elements alongside fighting and adventuring in a science fiction setting of Earth.Complete
Destiny Of Deception (BWWM)(NOW EDITING)
Amazing Cover by ONYXVIXEN The world I lived in was sterile and dull yet duty to The Order was all any of us ever knew Then the arrival of a new boy starts a chain reaction of events that lead to nothing but disaster and deception Suddenly our home is attacked our very way of life threatened and everything I thought I knew is a lie Now I'm on the run with a madman after me, a hidden past of mines I never knew existed and conflicted feelings about two guys who only seem to further complicate everythingComplete
Angelic Omen
Omen is no stranger to torture. To pain. He is a torture demon, after all - adapted to suffering and bringing pain to his adversaries. But this is only physical. When it comes to mental infliction... he is entirely vulnerable. This wasn't a problem for him until he's sent out on the mission he's been trained since birth to do. Suddenly, he's seeing vivid, violent moments in time of past, present, and future, from seeing his future self murdering people he's met to sights from hundreds of years earlier, of a distant relative who had seeked to do exactly what Omen had come to achieve. But these were no ghosts of Christmas past, present, and yet to come. Only one spirit was behind all of this. A dark, vengeful spirit who would stop at nothing to achieve his master plan. --- !DISCLAIMER! This story may contain or depict the following themes: Gore/Blood, violence, religious references (Christianity specifically), demons, hanging, war, trauma, torture/abuse, etc. If any of these themes may disturb you or make you uncomfortable, reader discretion is advised. Inspiration: Hell's Coming With Me - Song by Poor Man's Poison Some random GCMV I saw and can't remember who made it Started: Dec 25, 2022 Completed: Jan 23, 2023Complete![𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 [𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/389852841-256-k547356.jpg)
𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞'𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐫 [𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐞]
√ 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐜𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭. 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝. [𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞]
Reflection
They say in the end we always pay for our sins, that when we reach those pearly gates and judgement falls that we will repent for our ways and justice will be served. That by only believing in HIS sacrifice are we truly ever saved. But... what if you are the sin itself... what if your very existence was a sin... an abomination stained onto the fabric of the world with no say nor choice of your own. An anomaly placed within the hands of the ignorant to wield as their weapon of choice. A damned creation in search of a salvation that will never be your own. What if... despite your beliefs... you could never be saved...Complete
Six teenagers. Genetically engineered. Organically weaponized. Publicly declared heroes, and privately ticking time bombs. The walking-talking equivalent of a biohazard weapon. The kind that reeks of sweat and streetlights and the unindominatable human spirit. The kind they wished they knew how to break. You see, they weren't born. Because life isn't as easy as crawling out of a womb anymore, with blood and serum and the warm exhale of a mother's love. No, it was far 'easier' than that. They were built - piece by piece, chemical after chemical, atom to atom - where scientists preferred fighting on which new type of atomic ray to experiment with next rather than the freaking Geneva Convention. Because, inside Helix Labs, lay the wasteland of glass and live wires and the unmistakable smell of a brand new, bioweapon. Was that a newborn cursed with a modified brain, heart, or muscle? Or did they prefer kidney, lungs or bone? No. Why? Because they weren't born...they were crafted, congealed, and set on a path of righteous fury. They were never given a choice, only the cold looming shadow of a power far greater than them when they decided to condemn the evolutionary design and man handled into existence their own path of 'heroism'. Now, these walking anomalies patrol the glass and grime skyline of Haem city, a place where chrome and corruption reek havoc side by side. Where sin and silicon are separated by a gap of letters and not materialistic gain. The mutagens call themselves saviours, the Authority calls them property and the villains refer to them as misguided. They were made to serve humanity, when they were never humans themselves. Welcome to the future, it's much colder than you think.
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