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.I’m floating above the city, hands slick with blood, the sky choked with smoke and screaming stars. Below, buildings burn like funeral pyres, and things with too many limbs drag people into shadowed alleys. I try to scream, to move, but I’m frozen—just a ghost watching the end. Then a hand shakes my shoulder.\n\n“Max, Max, wake up! We’re going to be late for the graduation ceremony!”\n\nLilly’s voice cuts through the nightmare. I gasp, bolting upright, heart slamming against my ribs. My fingers twitch—still feeling phantom blood. She stares at me, worried. “Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”\n\nI rub my eyes, trying to bury the dream. “I’ll be dressed in 25,” I mutter. But the truth claws at me: I haven’t told her. Tonight, after graduation, I was supposed to vanish. Leave this city. Leave them.\n\nNow, I don’t even recognize my own reflection.
Max
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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.
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 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.
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