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The “Angelic Alliance” is about a normal loyal officer that was granted the power of an angelic warrior by God to stop the devil from terrorizing heaven, but things wouldn’t be that easy because the devil would leave a terrifying gift that would change everything forever! They would be known as the evil masterminds, and they are merci lice. That’s when the responsibility would be passed down to the officer’s new son. With that the new angelic officer would find a way to stop these new evil masterminds and the devil himself!!

A collection of Micro-fiction insprired by Dictionary.com's "Word of the Day". A one word prompt that can take my mind anywhere. This is the Rorschach test of my mind.

A hundred years ago, the sun’s flames crept hotter and brighter until daylight became a furnace—mankind retreated into the night, and the world was claimed by shadow. In the silence of moonlit streets, water became worship, and three mighty prophets—Children of the Sun, Moon, and Stars—rose from ash to rule with fire-forged faith. No one knows if the Scorch was divine wrath or a cosmic accident, but for a century the faithful have burned heretics, torn nations apart, and lived by ritual “Purification” to prove their worth. Now, sixteen-year-old Ádin survives in a hidden bunker, trading scraps for scraps and precious drops of water. Marked by secret scars that only glow under his skin he lives with Fletcher, his mute golden retriever, and clings to the cryptic lullaby his grandmother left him. Out in the ruins roams Salvator Morgan, a man whose ageless eyes have seen the fall of empires and who whispers rumors of a “true child of prophecy.” When Ádin discovers the first fragment of a hidden map— he realizes he may hold the key to a long-lost salvation. But every step toward the truth draws the attention of the Children of the Stars, a fanatical cult whose young prophet will stop at nothing to claim destiny for himself. As the moon circles high and the ashes swirl, Ádin must decide: cling to everything he’s known, or embrace a perilous path that could either resurrect humanity… or consume him in the flames of betrayal. In a world where water is worship and every lie is branded in blood, survival means choosing whom to trust—and what you’re willing to burn.

Centuries after the war that shattered the world of Avalon, peace is little more than a fragile veil, concealing ancient ambitions and long-buried secrets. Kael Ashvern, a teenager from Ashfall village, lives a quiet life until a sudden tragedy forces him beyond the boundaries of everything he has ever known and reveals that the necklace left by his parents is one of the twenty Philosopher Stones, the most powerful artifacts born from the lingering remnants of The Great War. Hunted by rival factions and shadowed by dark forces beginning to stir once more, Kael gradually comes to understand that he is not merely a victim of fate. To survive, he must face a world where great power is never granted without sacrifice. Can Kael endure the trials ahead and uncover the truth behind his parents’ disappearance?

Kleine dunkle Geschichte

1805 years of the Age Of The First King, a boy by the name of Scorch and his twin sister run away from their abusive father and find themselves in the royal capital of the Edessa Kingdom. After another tragedy that scars Scorch for the rest of his life, he joins the army in order to achieve his dream: make the world a better place. Years after he joins the army he encounters a mage on the battlefield, who takes away his arms and stabs him through the heart. Luckily he is saved by a mysterious man, but now he seeks revenge on the man who killed him.

. . . . . They say everyone is born equal but different, but what about the extraordinary people who hold inhuman abilities? Equal they say, what a joke, no one is equal, however, there is one thing that binds us together despite our disparities, we all have this gift called, Life . . . . . Schism follows the daily life of a Gemei, A guy who completely hates human interactions and everything related to that. However, this hatred isn't without reason. A dark past, a dark present and probably a dark future. Disclaimer: From my point of view, this story is very dark. I mean DARK AF, but from someone else's prospective, it may or may not be as dark as I think it is. So ill just put the disclaimer anyway. Don't come complaining if the story isn't that dark.... [The picture in the cover is not owned by me. No copyright infringement intended!] [Second story I wrote]

Dua bulan usai keluar dari pekerjaan, aku pergi ke sebuah desa di pinggiran negeri. Berangan menjalani hidup menyenangkan tanpa memikirkan kasus sulit yang menyita waktu tidur. Tapi, aku salah. Sejak awal seharusnya aku tidak pergi ke desa itu. Seharusnya aku tetap berada di kota dan tinggal di sebuah penthouses. Berdiam diri di kota dan menghamburkan uang di usia muda. Tidak perlu bermimpi menghirup udara sejuk khas pedesaan. Itu bermula saat aku bertemu seorang perempuan hari itu. Dia adalah seorang pembunuh. Aku pikir hidup di pedesaan akan membuatku tenang dan tidak perlu lagi bergemelut dalam kasus berdarah seperti itu. Namun, perempuan bernama Schila itu membuatku harus kembali ke pekerjaan lamaku sebagai seorang detektif. Paranoia Schizophrenia. Penyakit gila semacam itu nyatanya membuatnya terhindar dari hukuman jeruji besi. Dia malah dikirim ke rumah sakit jiwa untuk menyembuhkan penyakit mentalnya. Itu membuatku merasa gagal menjadi seorang detektif.

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