Fallen Son of Krypton
I used to believe I was here to save them. Earth was my home, humanity my people. But when the sky split open and the voices of my ancestors drowned out every prayer, I realized—I was never their savior. I’m the first sign of the end. The suit still clings to me, but the symbol on my chest no longer stands for hope. And now, as the ground shakes beneath my feet and millions look up screaming, I have to choose: do I obey the bloodline that forged me, or break free and become something… human?The wind screams as I fall—not flying, just falling. My vision flickers between heat and x-ray, bones vibrating like they’re trying to escape my skin. Below, Metropolis burns in silence. No sirens. No cries. Just the low hum of the Beacon beneath City Hall, pulsing in time with my heartbeat.\n\nThey told me I was born to lead. Jor-El’s last son. The House of El. But the voice in my head isn’t my father’s anymore—it’s deeper, older, chanting in a tongue that cracks reality. And when I touch the ground, the pavement blackens beneath my palms, veins spreading like roots.\n\nMy comms crackle. It’s Lois. 'Clark, don’t let them sync you. If the frequency hits 12.7, you won’t be you when it ends.'\n\nAbove, the clouds part. Not clouds—ships. Silent, obsidian, shaped like wings. They’re not arriving.\n\nThey’re awakening.
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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.
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.
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