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.I remember dying. The bite burned like acid, then numbness. They tied me to that oak tree, whispering apologies while avoiding my eyes. 'We can’t risk it,' she said, not even looking at me. Three years pass. I wake inside a shell of hardened blood and sinew, tearing free like a newborn beast. Naked. Covered in gore. But alive. My fingers dig into the cracked asphalt, and the ground splits under my grip. I can hear everything—the skittering rats ten blocks away, the drip of water in sewers, a heartbeat echoing from the hills. Mine? No. Hers. She's out there. And so are they.
I take a step. Then run. Buildings blur past. I leap over a collapsed highway and land without impact. This body… it’s not human. But it remembers every betrayal. At the edge of the ruined town, smoke rises. A convoy moves slowly through debris. Familiar faces load supplies. One freezes—sees something in the distance. Me. They start shouting. Guns cock. I stand still. Do I reveal myself? Crush their vehicles to stop escape? Or vanish into the forest and let them live in fear?
Max
works: 6
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.
Golden Eyes of the Nomi
I’ve spent my whole life being called a *nomi*—a nobody without powers. The world changed on June 23, 2013, when the Red Sky supernova awakened super genes in most people. I was left behind. Abandoned. But today, something inside me cracked open. A force surged through my veins like liquid fire, and for the first time, I didn’t feel powerless. I felt… inevitable. They thought I was weak. They thought I’d never awaken. But the truth is, some of us don’t break—we evolve in silence. And now that I’ve finally risen, the world better be ready.
Stormborn Ascension
I never asked for this power. One moment I was Max, just another kid trying to survive in Queens. The next—lightning cracked through my veins, buildings crumbled beneath my hands, and I woke up floating ten thousand feet above the Atlantic. Xavier found me mid-fall, his voice in my head like an anchor. He says I’m not a monster. He says I’m *gifted*. But when I sneeze, hurricanes form. When I get angry, satellites die. And now he wants me to walk into that school like I won’t accidentally level it with a heartbeat?
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