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Primordial of the Abyssal Flame

I've been sick ever since I can remember. My dad's a drunk prick, and he doesn't treat my mom very well. My girlfriend cheated on me with my best friend, because she figures I'm going to die soon anyways. They all do. Hell, they're probably right. I've been to countless doctors, and they can't figure out what is wrong with me aside from the fact that my body is slowly shutting down. I don't have any friends anymore. My dad doesn't allow me home anymore, and apparently, I'm not even their real son. That was a real kick in the teeth. Only my mom tries to talk to me still, but there's always hell to pay if my dad catches her. At this point, I've accepted my end, and I wish it would just hurry up. At least, that's what I told myself, until I came across a new fuzzy little friend that would change my entire life. My name is Elias Crosse, and my tale is about get crazy. Notes: This story features an OP MC, so power development and growth isn't really present for him, although there is some. A lot of the growth mainly comes from other characters, and features a focus on said characters. Elias is also not someone who puts up with other character's bullshit, and routinely puts them in their place. I am tired of the trope of characters hiding their powers, or letting other characters walk all over them and theirs because they are not strong enough fo do anything. So, ladies and gentlemen, I give you Elias Crosse. I don't exactly know how to describe my story in terms of a genre. It has action, it has slice of life, and it has romance. There is no fade to black, and I can be very descriptive. I have been fixing, updating, and changing somethings for consistency, to improve the story, the grammar and errors, and for things to make more sense. The more I write, the better I feel I am becoming. I just write, and I have the ideas of where I am going in my head, but other than that, I just write the story as I see fit. As such, I forget some things, I miss somethings, and most often, some ideas in my head get jumbled together and it ends up not making sense some times. I am working to correct that as best as I can.
D_G_Harbinger · 116.8k Views

Dread Bound

Every New Year’s Eve, the blood moon rises, and with it comes a deadly truth: sleep can mean death. Some who succumb are dragged into the Lunar Plane, a nightmarish expanse ruled by lunar creatures that consume minds. Some humans, known as dreamers, survive the ordeal but at a terrible cost. They wander the creatures’ endless voids, returning only when they escape, their presence feared above all. Society has learned to dread them, seeing them as both a threat and a resource: unstable, unpredictable, yet capable of knowledge, foresight, and psychic power far beyond normal human limits. To control this danger, governments and mega-corporations maintain strict contracts with known dreamers. Some are coerced into monitoring the Lunar Plane, keeping the peace, hunting rogue entities, or extracting intelligence from the void for profit and defense. Others are weaponized for warfare, their unique abilities exploited to infiltrate enemy networks, manipulate adversaries, or sabotage opposing forces on either earth, or the lunar plane in which they are teleported to in their dreams. Wealthy citizens protect themselves with neural implants, anti-dreamer wards, and other advanced technology, creating a stark divide between those who can go toe to toe with dreamers, and those who cannot. Dreamers walk a razor’s edge, feared, exploited, and isolated, their humanity often traded for survival or for the strategic advantage of those who control the world above. Ryven never wished to become a dreamer. He never wanted to roam a void of horrors or wield powers he did not understand, yet after a sudden car crash, he awakens inside a the expanse of a horrifying creature, forced to watch it mimic his friends and family as he struggles to find a way back to life in the world above, a world both dazzling and terrifying in its technological sophistication yet blind to the nightmare many inhabit. As the blood moon rises again, the boundary between life and the Lunar Plane blurs, and Ryven must navigate a world that fears him even as it uses him.
Sourkiwi · 16.2k Views