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OneWorld: Undead Invasion

LECTURES 419
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Chapitres 15
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LECTURES 419
Votes 99
Chapitres 15
Durée 2h 9m

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Four. Just four.
Four brave souls. Four souls that were tested physically, mentally and emotionally. Four souls that were picked from different times and locations.
One. Just one.
One objective. One sole reason why a rebellion was created to destroy the ruler of the dark ages.
The end of age is here.
The end of time is here.
A new dawn must be created.
A new leader must take over.
But destiny lies only on these four souls. These souls are the only hope the world can be flawless again.
But the question is:
Can they do it?Tous Droits Réservés

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Debt Collectors (ONC Entry), écrit par LilyWalker11

Entry for the Open Novella Contest II Writing Prompt #7 Soul Sickness --- The moment you lie you fall into debt. The moment you steal you go further into debt. The moment you kill you get buried in debt. Your sins are debt. And in death, your debt must be paid. Only then will you reach salvation. ... A Debt Collector is one who roams the world with a list and returns with a bag of souls, bringing them to their judgement. Saviour had resigned himself to his work, only waiting for the moment his debt is repaid but his monotonous life is brought into disarray by the optimistic Empathizer Hope who falls sick after trying to escape her duty. Hope will need to feed on souls to recover or she'll continue to expiry and never be reborn. Will Saviour choose to save Hope at the risk of being caught and ending the same as her or will he venture forth into the world? Killing those whose time has not been decreed?

Requiem, écrit par WillowSage

I woke up in a coffin. Buried alive. I remember everything. The suffocating darkness. The taste of dirt. The sound of my own, muffled screams. But the man who dug me up wasn't a savior. He was the monster who put me there. He calls himself Hawk. He's an arrogant, cold-blooded sociopath in a bespoke suit, and he just claimed me as his new... acquisition. His mansion is a pristine, glass-and-steel prison, and I am his new project. He calls it "training." I call it torture. He's a meticulous artist, and I am his new masterpiece. Every touch is a test. Every command is a lesson in degradation. Every punishment is designed to strip away the girl who was buried and forge a new, obedient doll in her place. He thinks he's in control. He thinks he's breaking me. He has no idea he's just sharpening his new favorite weapon. He wanted a pet. He's forging a viper. And this viper is learning to enjoy the taste of her master's blood. ________________________________________ A Note From the Author Welcome to The Requiem. This isn't a typical love story. This is a dark, depraved, secret-society romance. Before you enter, please be aware that this story is for readers who crave heroes who are unapologetic, irredeemable, touch-her-and-die monsters. This book is for you if you like: • A meticulous, "artist" hero who is a possessive, sociopathic stalker. • A heroine who isn't just a survivor. She's a monster . • Intense psychological "training," power-exchange, and degradation. • High-stakes, high-anxiety, and claustrophobic "buried alive" scenarios. • Angry, violent, and dubious sexual encounters. • Spanking, begging, leashes, and so much delicious humiliation. He didn't just break her. He forged her. Read at your own risk.

The God Games - Book One: The Grading, écrit par OfficialKatWolf

"When you die, you don't rest-you compete." Every human life is nothing more than a test. Each act of kindness, cruelty, love, or betrayal adds to an invisible tally. When the body fails, the soul is called to The Grading, where cosmic judges weigh a lifetime's worth of choices. Pass, and you move closer to godhood-a place among the architects of mankind's faith. Fail, and you are cast back into flesh to repeat the cycle, until eternity breaks you. But this cycle is not just divine order-it's a competition. Those who rise high enough enter the Trials of Ascension, where the prize is unthinkable: the right to create a religion, become worshipped, and reign as the next god of humanity. In a realm where faith is currency and power devours purity, souls will clash in games of cunning, devotion, and survival. Some seek justice, some crave worship, and others just want revenge. Only one can ascend. Book One: The Grading begins a trilogy where divinity is earned, gods are made, and belief itself is the deadliest game of all.

Souless, écrit par Caruqa

In a apocalyptic world, no one has a soul. All children are born from either abuse, or women raise them to abuse/manipulate. The earth is almost completely desolate, as people trick and murder each other to get what they want. The only thing left that gives a semblance of dreams is: a power that gives control over earth to anyone who touches the item. People form teams to attempt finding the thing, to destroy all life they see as unnecessary, they further trick and murder each other to get what they want, including the thing... The search for destruction destroys everyone who reaches to the power.

I am the Queen of the Dark, écrit par CalistaSalsabila

This world is huge and beautiful. Yet, it also has so many mystery in it. Still, I hate this world. For me, it's just a full pile of trash. Thousands of fake words exist in this world. Not just this world, but also the other worlds. Including mine. Oh what a piece of trash. So many hypocrites exist in this unpredictable huge galaxy. Like those people who supported you, then stabbed you from the back. Those who smiled this second, then spit out their bad words towards you in the next second. Those who were with you this minute, then dumped you like you're nothing, until your distance with them was like the Earth and the Moon, in the next minute. Those who protected you this hour, then tried to destroy you in the next hour. So...trash. What is family? They're nothing but the annoying people whom always tied me up to follow whatever they said. It's like I'm their pet, instead of their daughter who wished to be free. What is friend? They're no more than those who used you, then dumped you when you're no longer needed in this world. It's all Hell. Hell I say. I don't need family! Nor friends! Or even love, or anything in this awful place. I just wanted to be alone. Alone and free. Yes, your eyes were not wrong! I'm so sick, that I wanted to be all by myself for the rest of my life. Yet, why...is it so painful..to see them go? ***** She is pretty. With her glowing silver hair, she looked like the Princess who was blessed by the Moonlight. Her skin is as white as snow, yet pale like the corpses. Her eyes...are as red as blood. She fell to our world along with the falling meteor. She saw the beautiful earth along with the downfall of her kingdom. And when she started to stand on her own feet, she could never say the word 'Mom' and 'Dad' anymore. Born in the darkness, she came to destroy the peaceful Earth, along with all the living beings in it. But as time passed, as she met new people, it all began to change.

Wicked(second part of awakening), écrit par Kaname1

Five souls were entwined. Would they bring greatness and salvation? Or would they cause downfall and destruction?

War of Praisers, écrit par 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.

Ashes of the Fifth, écrit par KrystalHaruka

They told us there were four factions. Four ways to live. Four roles to play. Four futures to choose. But they lied. There was a Fifth. And I am the proof. In the fractured remnants of a world rebuilt after collapse, every sixteen-year-old must face the Trials-an unyielding ceremony that assigns them to one of four factions: Ignis, Vera, Sylva, or Machina. Obey, and you live. Refuse-or fail-and you vanish. Kael Riven has never belonged. Born outside the system, raised in the shadows of Sector Nine, her only goal is to survive the Trials and disappear into obscurity. But when the test reveals something impossible-something forbidden-Kael becomes the target of a truth long buried. Labeled a threat. Hunted by the enforcers. Haunted by her past. Now, Kael must navigate a divided city, uncover the secrets of a faction that shouldn't exist, and trust the one person who might betray her heart. The Trials were supposed to choose her path. Instead, they lit the spark of a revolution.

The Wavering Hawk [ENGLISH], écrit par diahsulis

[Rebellion Saga #1] Another warring Era began after The Third World War. Another fractions, another ideologies collision, between those who come from the Red Planet and those who stayed in the dying Earth. The one who modified life cycle to gain strength and those who used anything in their surroundings to barely survive. - He was never been a Human. Breed in laboratory far in the depth of Mars, He was a sentient Martian, came from a long extinct civilization, came back to filled the promise between two clans of planet. But stripped away from its identity, He found something else on Earth: people, despair, hope, and above all ... emotions. He never realized there is a hole inside his chest and when he realized, he was torn between hard choice, each one of them would forever warped his life, and his destiny.

The experiment., écrit par shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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Debt Collectors (ONC Entry)

Entry for the Open Novella Contest II Writing Prompt #7 Soul Sickness --- The moment you lie you fall into debt. The moment you steal you go further into debt. The moment you kill you get buried in debt. Your sins are debt. And in death, your debt must be paid. Only then will you reach salvation. ... A Debt Collector is one who roams the world with a list and returns with a bag of souls, bringing them to their judgement. Saviour had resigned himself to his work, only waiting for the moment his debt is repaid but his monotonous life is brought into disarray by the optimistic Empathizer Hope who falls sick after trying to escape her duty. Hope will need to feed on souls to recover or she'll continue to expiry and never be reborn. Will Saviour choose to save Hope at the risk of being caught and ending the same as her or will he venture forth into the world? Killing those whose time has not been decreed?