Story cover for Trigotopia by SpruceShine
Trigotopia
  • WpView
    Reads 39
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 18m
  • WpView
    Reads 39
  • WpVote
    Votes 0
  • WpPart
    Parts 2
  • WpHistory
    Time 18m
Ongoing, First published Nov 02, 2024
"You're the hero, Opal... But your poor naive soul needs to know that it is easier to unite with hate than with love. I'm the shared hatred. Let me be the villain in your story."

In the world of Trigotopia, chaos erupts when the Great Walls collapse and reality is revealed to the people. One Operator is determined to restore the peace and find the Lost Laws- but she has no idea what she is doing or what the Laws even are. Will this dangerous journey finally restore the long-desired peace, or will it open up even more secrets?


Warning: lots of random scary trigonometric identities ahead + a bunch of pew pew and murder, recommended 13+
All Rights Reserved
Sign up to add Trigotopia to your library and receive updates
or
#2trig
Content Guidelines
You may also like
You may also like
Slide 1 of 9
The Last of Them All (editing) cover
The Conspiracy Theory of June 17 cover
deer hunter, how i became a skinwalker in a world of animal people. cover
Confessions Of An Overthinker cover
Primordial War: Eira cover
King of Wolves cover
The Hunger Games: Bad Beginnings cover
Mentally Able cover
Moon Cured cover

The Last of Them All (editing)

46 parts Complete

What's not enough for one, too much for three, and just right for two? A secret. But you know teenagers. We tend to break or bend the rules. In this case, three is just right for the secret that these highschoolers hold. Facit autem virtus nostra nos. Our power makes us one. "So, what am I?" "We, we don't know. We're still trying to figure that out." And with that, he got up and left the room. Swirling his coat behind him, leaving us to deal with this information. I felt as if I had just been slapped directly in the face with a frying pan. What do you mean you don't know what I am? As if I'm some sort of alien creature or something that's going extinct. I'm not a creature to be classified. Yet that was how I felt.