Stormborn Legacy
I was seventeen when the sky split open and I flew into it. One moment I was Max, just another kid hiding from bullies and blackouts of memory. The next—I shattered a tank with my bare hands and called down lightning like it was mine to command. Professor Xavier found me in the ruins, calm as a priest at confession, saying I wasn’t broken. I was *evolved*. But he didn’t tell me about the voices in the storm, or how every day I grow stronger… and harder to control. Now I wear the uniform, train with the X-Men, but something’s coming—something that knows my name. And this school? It won’t protect me when it arrives.I punched through the drone so hard it vaporized in midair. Shrapnel rained down over the football field, sizzling in the puddles. Below me, students screamed and scattered. I hovered six feet up, fists crackling with blue-white lightning, heart slamming like a war drum. I hadn’t meant to fly. I hadn’t meant to explode.
"Max! Stand down!" Cyclops’ voice cut through the chaos, megaphone-enhanced and tight with command. He and Jean were sprinting across the lawn, hazard suits already half-deployed. I wanted to answer, but my skin was humming, veins lit from within, and the storm above was listening.
Then I heard it—the whisper beneath the thunder. A voice, ancient and cold: *"Heir of the Skyforge… return."
Jean reached out telepathically, and the moment she touched my mind, the sky split open. Lightning struck me—not down, but up, forming a column that shot into the clouds. I felt myself rising, faster, hotter, like gravity had given up.
"Don’t let go," Jean screamed. "If you leave orbit, we can’t bring you back!"
But part of me didn’t want to come back. Part of me remembered stars.
Below, the mansion’s alarms wailed. Above, the void beckoned. And in my chest, a choice burned: fight the pull… or surrender to whatever I was born to become.
Max
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Son of the Star
I wake with my hands drenched in blood beneath a crimson moon, watching the world burn as monsters feast on the screams of the dying. Then—Lilly’s voice pulls me back. I’m in bed. Safe. Or so I thought. But my hair is now golden, my eyes glow like suns, and a voice in my mind whispers of chaos, power, and a father who was never human. The news says mana has awakened the world. But they don’t know the truth: I’m not just awakened. I’m something else. Something ancient. And the gates? They’re not the real threat. I am.
God of Apocalypse
I died saving them. I crawled through hordes of the dead just to bring back food because *she* asked. They left me to rot when I got bitten—tied me to a tree like an offering. Three years later, I woke up… changed. The virus didn’t kill me. It bowed down. My skin is new. My body is stronger than steel. I can hear heartbeats from miles away. And now? Now I remember every face that abandoned me. This world thinks the apocalypse was the end. No. It was my beginning.
God of apocalypse
I remember their voices—Ami’s soft laugh, Josh’s taunts, the way they all turned when I limped back with food in hand. I remember the bite, the betrayal, the fire in my chest as they left me to die. Three years later, I woke up changed. Not dead. Not undead. Something else. The virus didn’t turn me into a monster. It revealed the one I always was. Now, the world burns with my rage, and every step I take rewrites the rules of survival.
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