초자연적 Novels & Stories

POV DARLENE The Tenth Layer of Entropy was not a descent, but a Suspension. As we climbed the jagged runway of the Sovereign Slate, the world of biological nerves and rusted mirrors didn't just fade; it was Un-Rendered. We emerged into a cathedral of white-noise, a gargantuan space where the walls were made of falling sand—each grain a microscopic bit of data from the Zero Cycle. This was the Chamber of the First Day, the place where the High Council of the West kept the "Body" of the very first experiment: the moment the sun first met the moon and reality was born from the collision.

"[ GoDS MusT ComeBacK ]" "[ThE CounciL MusT RevivE ThE GodS ]" "[ TheY ArE Us! TheY MusT ExisT ]" "[We OF ThE CounciL, MusT SavE The GodS]" "[We MusT SavE The OlD GodS]" "[ ThE ArE RottinG, ThE ArE DecayinG ]" "[LeT ME Go! LEt Us GO! ]" "[ PaiN, AgonY, OblivioN, EternitY.... I Want To DiE ]"

What follows is a painful fall and then. DARKNESS!!! ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Silvia sat up, because it was one of those beginnings that always pushed her against the back of her seat, all the instruments starting together a song to jump and dance, with all the energy that was No Return’s trademark. She was lucky to notice all that before Jim started singing, because when he did, she couldn’t pay attention to anything else, and she would never listen to it like that again, before hearing the lyrics, that he sang holding her eyes through the camera.

All I've ever done is cause people harm. My eyes begin to water and I bury my fingers deeper into the soil, the damp earth staining my fingers. I claw at the sand and stone like it's a tether to my emotions, chipping my nails in the process. No amount of tears is ever going to fix the grief. I look at my trembling hands and the stones I dug up while clawing at the soil and the next thing I know, my body was shifting, bones snapping and reshaping, fur bursting along my skin like wildfire. I didn’t think. I didn’t need to. My wolf took over like she’d been waiting for this moment, and she ran.

Eden whimpered, at last, biting her lower lip as she closed her eyes tightly when a violent wave of pleasure slammed her body with an intensity that stunned her breathless. "Let go. I've got you." Liam coaxed her when she tensed up, trying to fight against her climax. "I've got you," he said again, holding her steady while she fell apart and her world unravelled. "Let go!" Her wild cries, echoing on the walls, grew louder, reaching a crescendo as she clutched the leather on the couch and writhed and quivered all over his face. It took her a long time to stop shaking and her heart rate to return to normal, and even longer for her tears to stop falling, not entirely surprising since this was h

Hope you understand (: • *** First's playlist: • Mirage (theme song) - Elina • Black and White (second theme song) - Niall Horan • What a time - Julia Michaels ft. Niall Horan • You & me - James TW • Monsters - Katie Sky (the single version) • Paper planes - Elina • Here's your perfect - Jamie Miller • You mean to tell me - Tatiana Manaois • Ours - Taylor Swift (if you want to listen to it, then go to Spotify and type "First on w*****d" you will get it) *** Please keep in mind that this book is the first thing I wrote before I started embarking on journey of being a writer. I have no background or writing experiences or courses done on creative writing so please excuse my newbie mistakes and

POV: Lila (primary), Echoform (ambient stillness), Saela (memory carrier), Elora (soft transcription), Kehra (tone-matching), Maximus (rooted alignment), Nareth (boundary weaver), Vathil (submerged consent), Lila I opened the day with no gesture. No rubble. No thread. No breathnote. merely presence. My wrist was bare the thread folded itself onto the edge of my cot overnight. Not dropped. Rested.

of the "Concept of the Individual." The Mechanics of the Steamy-Initialization The tension in the "Absolute-One" was "Nuclear-Purity." To "Snatch the Prize," the prose had to capture the "Friction" of "Initializing-the-New." The "Founders" weren't just "Observers"; they were the "Catalyst" for the "First-Breath" of a "Universal-Body."

This something was not simple to eliminate. This something fought back. This existence resisted. This being refused erasure. The Original Nothing had never encountered resistance before. Had never experienced refusal. Had never met something that chose to remain something despite nothing's presence. It was confused. Uncertain. Hesitant. What was this? What was this strength? What was this intensity of being? Ember felt the hesitation. Felt the confusion. Felt the opening. "Now!" she called out. "Now we speak! Now we communicate! Now we explain! The Original Nothing is listening! It is uncertain! It is confusing! We have its attention! We have this moment! We use it! We speak! We explain! We