Doctor David Ambrose was the man who attempted to reinvent mankind. He created robots, called A150's, but they grew minds of their own and started terrorizing the people of New York City. This story follows an ex-firefighter named James, whose family was killed in a line of politicians, firefighters, policemen, and other higher figures by the A150's. But somehow he manages to escape the line, meet Ambrose on his deathbed, and potentially even save the world from extinction with the help of his friends.
Excerpt:
I take a minute and I have to ask myself why I'm sitting in front of my store window, people looking in as they run by, but only I look out. It looks like the purge outside, and I feel like a hamster being eyed by an owl. I am the most calm out of everyone I'm sure, but I have seen more than these people could ever know. My wife and I owned this place before the world started to become more alienated, a small hardware store, but now I've decided I might as well stay in here until all of this is over.
"Get up." I can hear my wife's whisper in my ear as clear as day, making me look around, confusion written on my face as I pause. I looked behind me, expecting her to come out from behind the shelf of hammers.
When I turn back towards the window, I'm met with the sharp, piercing, red eyes that I dreaded to see...
Man: James- It means "supplanter," one who follows. In the 17th century the Scottish king James VI inherited the English throne, becoming the first ruler of all Britain, and the name became much more popular. Supplanter often refers to governments and rulers of countries, and it comes from the verb supplant, which evolved from the Latin supplantare, meaning "to trip up or to overthrow." Definitions of supplanter.
Wife: Alma- of Latin origin meaning "nurturing, soul" can also mean spirit.
Book originally called Alone.
[DISCONTINUED]
"Humans are all different, everyone's unique in their own way", I'm sure you all have heard this at some point in your life. I say that's not true. Everybody is same and not just because of one pair of eyes, ears and limbs. No, It's because of various things that we do at some point of time in our lives. One of them is - Hoping. Hoping for a great life, hoping for a good friend, hoping to get a great boyfriend, and so on. No matter if you believe in god, devil or nothing at all, you hope for something anyway.
Arav Tarak, 17 year old kid, kid with not much of a social life except for his two friends and one that would rather sit at home playing games and read books than going at parties. Someone wouldn't leave much of an impression in your mind. That is, until the era of demi-humans came forth. A world-wide phenomenon gave birth to Grimoire and power in humans, who were later termed 'Grimors'. One of those grimors was Lucifer.
Will Amar use his abilities to help people? Will he use his ability to become a beacon of hope? Or would this new life give him nothing but sour and back-stabbing aftertaste? Stay tuned to know about it.
______________________________________________________________________________
This was my first story on wattpad and I was really excited about this one. I had abandoned it years ago but now I'm restarting it again by creating another book with few (a lot, to be honest) changes in the plot.
Hope you check that out and enjoy it. Until next time.