LOGINWelcome to Vedrah! A world where no one leaves alive... unless she does. --- Natzy Ziam was born with a dark mind and violent urges. Her mother tried to change her, but a lifetime of betrayal, loss, and heartbreak pushed her into the person she feared the most. She embraced the darkness and became the Psychopathic Executioner, killing cheaters and carving her mark on their foreheads. 'You deserve it.' But everything ends the night a driverless bus appears and drags her into Vedrah Prison, a world where the most guilty souls are sent to suffer forever. Vedrah has one rule. Every five days, a test begins. Survive or perish. And to escape, Natzy must find relics hidden across five deadly regions and earn the Mark of the Guardian, the being who created Vedrah. The world is filled with giant beasts, flesh-eating trees, bloodthirsty insects, and horrors that roam day and night. Along the way, she meets Naro, a quiet boy who reminds her of her brother, and Kyle, a man who keeps risking his life to protect her. Natzy hates kindness, but his presence slowly shakes the walls she built around her heart. In a place where love is a weakness and death waits at every step, Natzy must choose what she truly wants. Survival, redemption, or the small hope of peace beyond hell.
View MoreSilence stretched across the desert. Then everything stopped.The glowing symbols faded. The ground went still, and they were all freed from the circle, standing on their feet now. Only the hourglass remained, its blood-red sand still falling.Tick. Tick. Tick."Are you okay?" Zeerah asked, helping the woman in a business suit who had stumbled when the ground shook."I'm fine. Thank you," the woman said with a shaky voice."Of course." Zeerah smiled brightly despite everything.Natzy ignored them. Her mind raced as she tried to understand what was happening.Her stomach twisted, but that was the least of her worries. She hadn't eaten since morning. Just a spoonful of porridge before she'd left to hunt Marcus. She'd planned to celebrate her tenth kill tonight with a feast she'd already ordered. Then visit her mother's and brother's graves. Today was their death anniversary, which she'd never missed before.But now she was here. Trapped. And the clock was ticking.'An hourglass. Seventy
Natzy rushed to the bus door and tried to push it open.Locked.'What the hell...' she thought, her face twisting in anger. Her hand fell away in defeat.She turned toward the empty driver's seat, surprise flickered across her face, but she said nothing. Her expression remained hard.Behind her, the bus stretched back with rows of seats. Only one space was empty, near the front, as if it had been waiting for her. The rest were all occupied.Natzy scanned the faces of the passengers, but her mind was elsewhere. She had to find Marcus, and it had to be tonight. She couldn't let him live to see another day."Marcus," she whispered under her breath, her face remained cold.She had to get off this bus, as she didn't have time to waste here.But then she noticed something strange.The silence. It was too quiet. A bus moving without a driver should cause panic, confusion, and whispers. But there was nothing.'Am I reading too much into this?' she wondered.'No. This definitely isn't right.
"Please, spare my life! I beg you!"The man’s voice trembled as he fought against the chains binding him to the chair. Sweat ran down his face, mixing with tears. His heart pounded hard in his chest, but the chair didn't move and the chains only tightened."Shut it, you worthless piece of trash!"Natzy’s voice echoed through the cold basement, sharp and dripping with hatred.The basement was dark, and the only light inside came from a torch burning in the corner. Its flames flickered across the walls, stretching her shadow in every direction. And beneath the fire, a blade glowed faintly."I don't want to die," the man whispered, his voice cracking. "Please..."Natzy stepped closer, her boots made a low, heavy sound on the concrete floor. She wore worn-out jeans and a dark hooded cloak that hid most of her face."Do I look like someone who would grant you mercy?" she asked quietly.His fear twisted into sudden anger. "Who are you? Why should I beg you? You’re just a woman!"Natzy didn'






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