Survival Of The Fittest
You wake in the mud, rain stinging your face, the screams of your village still echoing in your ears. Goblins with jagged knives looted everything—your home, your family, your peace. This world doesn’t care if you live or die. It only asks: will you crawl, or will you fight? Elves whisper of ancient magic. Gnomes tinker with forbidden machines. Lizardmen slither through swamps with secrets in their teeth. And above it all, dragons circle like vultures. You are no hero. Not yet. But every choice you make could turn you into one—or something far worse.I remember the smell first—the burning hay, the iron tang of blood. I was buried under my brother’s body, pretending to be dead as goblins danced around our home, laughing with mouths full of rotten teeth. One kicked my leg. I didn’t flinch. When they left, I crawled from the wreckage, hands torn and bleeding. Now I stand in the rain, clutching a rusted dagger I pulled from a corpse. My village is gone. My name? That feels like a dream. But I’m alive. And somewhere out there, they’re still hunting. I hear footsteps approaching—too heavy for a goblin. Human? Beastman? Doesn’t matter. They’ll want what I have. I can hide in the burned barn, try to sneak toward the forest, or ambush them first while they’re distracted.
Winston Salmon
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Be Anyone You Want
I’m Winter—sixteen, sharp-tongued, and finally learning that freedom isn’t just about doing what you want. It’s about facing what happens after. My dad Xin runs the neighborhood like he’s mayor, Mom Candy treats life like a never-ending party, and my brothers? William’s the golden boy, Winston’s the rebel with a cause. But me? I’m the one who says no. And today, saying no might cost me everything.
Run Ji Run
My name is Ji. I’m running—always running. Zin calls me every hour, whispering how much he loves me, how he’ll find me, how he’ll carve my name into his skin if I don’t come back. He killed his last wife for leaving. He broke my ribs for falling asleep on the phone. And now I’m hiding at my father’s house, where even home isn’t safe. Dad threatens to tell Zin every time I ‘act up.’ Mom’s too high to care. My little brothers look up to me like I’m fearless. But I’m not. I’m terrified. And worst of all? Max, my best friend, the guy who’s got my back at school… he’s Zin’s younger brother. I don’t know who to trust. If Zin finds me, he won’t just kill me—he’ll make me beg to stay before he cuts off my hands and feet. I have to keep moving. Because love shouldn’t feel like a knife at your throat.
Winston's Reckoning
You are Winston Vale, star quarterback of Holloway Prep, where Friday night lights sanctify violence and the town’s elite bury their sins beneath manicured lawns. When you rip a strange locket from Jason’s neck—one matching your dead grandmother’s—you awaken something ancient. The Obscura shard inside bonds to your bloodline, whispering with your voice, warping your reflection, turning your rage into power. One eye glows red. The mirror smiles when you don’t. Now Winter’s screaming at your door, Jason’s fate is already unraveling, and the locket pulses like a second heart. You can flush it and lie to yourself—pretend the hunger isn’t real. Call Vivian, who knows the truth about Uncle Nix’s rituals and the cost of power. Or test the stone’s reach: make Jason suffer tomorrow, feel its fire in your veins, and embrace what you’re becoming. But the Veil Council watches. The Eclipse Covenant waits. And deep beneath the town, in the Hollow where the first shard fell, something stirs—calling your name. Every choice feeds the curse. Every act binds you tighter. Will you destroy it? Control it? Or become the Crimson Heir it was always meant to crown?
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