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Mali

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Parts 29
Time 2h 29m

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There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you'll never understand what it's saying.

I tried focusing on that. The only thing I know is true. Keeping the lies Digby was convincing me with out. Telling me what I am not, what I need to be, embedding it into my head, but I push it back. It wasn't working on me. 

"You're weak in this world!", she was screaming. I couldn't tell where she was, but it felt like she was all around me. "They damage you, and they destroy you just like they already have!" 

There comes a time when the world gets quiet, I was shouting it in my mind, The only thing left is your heart, it was working I was blocking her words out, So you'd better learn the sound of it. Otherwise..Otherwise...

No! Zara! My words were getting confusing, mixed up. I looked up to only be a few inches from her face,

"You'll never understand what it's saying!", I was yelling.

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Siltia Chronicles: Legacy of Soma by taitaiee

Before Earth, before the birth of civilizations as we know them-there was another planet. One so far it sits millions of light-years away. A thriving world, rich with everything humans would need to survive. And yeah, it had already mattered for a very long time. The planet was called Siltia, and its people-the Celtians-lived in harmony. For a while, at least. But let's be real: humans, even at their lowest and most clueless, still manage to be violent by nature. And so, chaos spread like wildfire. That peaceful world? It turned into a jungle where only the strongest survived and the weak were crushed-all for land, power, and something even darker... a twisted desire to control something inhuman. As things spiraled out of control-mentally, emotionally, everything-something new began to stir. A new breed of humans emerged. People with rare powers, the kind that mess with your mind, heart, or body. They were called the Excalibars, and their abilities passed down through bloodlines, making them hard to find-and even harder to control. Which, of course, made them targets. Hunted down, enslaved, exploited. So, what kind of journey awaits our heroine, Soma? And what's her connection to the Excalibars? That's what you're about to find out, in Sousou no Soma.

Static by hattielynn

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War of Praisers by BelovedDarkStranger

Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

The Outcast by ihareemnisar

"Will you just shut up" !!!!! I shouted loudly turning towards her ,she was literally getting on my nerves now "Don't you dare shout at me...You brought me into this mess", She shouted equally loudly at me The pitch of her voice was shattering my eardrums and I was on the verge of literally killing her now.She was so tiny yet hell annoying The bulb to the patience area in my mind suddenly got switched off and I abruptly pushed her into the alley wall bringing our faces real close to both our comfort levels "Listen to me you little brat and listen good...My fuckin patience is hanging on a thin thread so if you want your annoying little self to stay alive and might I add in one piece I suggest you shut your filthy shithole" I whispered in her ear lowly making her shiver knowing already that no doubt the shiver came purely from the fear she felt from me and not anything sexual..Good....She should fear me I wasn't the one to be trusted I wasn't the one to be loved I am not a person you should take lightly I am the one you don't want to mess with I am the one you don't want to piss off if you don't want your existence to be utterly painful I am Dominick Slade And I am The Outcast......

Exodus by J0sh4u

Ice. Fire. Darkness. Have you ever wished you could command these primal forces? Or dreamed of pushing your body beyond human limits super strength, incredible speed, or senses that defy logic? For most, these are fantasies. But for some, they are a dangerous reality. Imagine being born with extraordinary powers, only to become a target in a world that fears what it can't control. Hiding in the shadows is a powerful organization with one obsession: meta-humans. Known as P.W.R.(power), they claim to protect humanity but their true mission is domination. Their motto? Protect the human population, Weaponize advanced technologies, and Regulate or Research the meta-human threat. To P.W.R., meta-humans are tools, threats, or experiments to be contained or eliminated. Their reach is vast. Their methodsruthless. This story follows a diverse group of young meta-humans each with a unique power, from the manipulation of darkness and ice to explosive force. They've lived in fear long enough. Now, they're ready to fight back. Together, they must confront not only the forces hunting them but also the growing weight of their own powers. Along the way, they face betrayal, heartbreak, and the brutal cost of rebellion. But within the chaos, friendships are forged, courage is tested, and hope begins to rise. This is more than a fight for survival. It's a battle to reclaim their freedom and redefine what it means to be human in a world that sees them as monsters.

Salvation | 18+ by pradaheart

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The experiment. by shrosz

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