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In a world where your shot at fame and fortune depends on the awakening of your latent magical abilities, numbers are everything. Your Class? System? Chosen god? They’re all pieces of a puzzle conveying images of blood and death a thousand ways. But that’s life, ironically enough. And that blood, death, and experience is what comes from the modern heroes sacred duty. Explore Tangents. Kill monsters. Stop them from terraforming the Earth and everything else they’re attracted to— no matter how bizarre. Claude knows bizarre well. Living in the forests of New Gloria with his father gives him an upbringing unique from his classmates. In many ways he’s disconnected from the world of heroes. His near photographic memory of famous heroic events and tales of grandeur can’t change that fact. And no matter how many stories he reads, he can’t prepare himself for the truth of the heroes he’s confided in since boyhood and the monsters he’s feared since before then. As if he needed a more explicit showing, a strange and beautiful age old power is born again within him, twisting his very life into a tumultuous battle-heavy hunt of legend…. Fear twins. Embrace change. Prepare for war. Also the same story will be uploaded at Royal Road if you prefer that for reading!

Alternative Title: DC: Fear No Evil *** Hal Jordan. He was the greatest Green-Lantern alive. Like all green’s, his power came before he ever found Abin-Sur. Before the ring ever graced his scarred knuckles, he had power. He had will. Endless reserves of it. He faced fear with a smile. He overcame fear. Then, tragedy struck his home of Coast-City, and he had a new form of adversity to overcome. The Guardians. The ones who made him, would die by him….. But not before they could find a final spark of hope in someone else. Someone unlike any other green to ever travel the cosmos. Someone new. Someone with potential unbound by a single color. Not that they knew it at the time, but he could change the universe. ***** Extra tags: Team-building, kingdom-building, sci-fi, horror, mystery, dark-themes.

The Wolverine is dead. One of Earth’s mightiest and most feral Heroes, dead….. The Avengers mourned his death. The Four sought out the reasoning behind it. The Mutants of The Xavier Institute thirsted for revenge. But that didn’t last long. He faded. Not even the city of Heroes— New York, felt the pang of his loss for long. Then again, New York is a busy place. Hell, it’s not called the concrete jungle for nothing. And a jungle it is, fit with a powerful predator hunting in the shadows. A predator stemming from Wolverines very early origins— an orchestrator of his entire existence….. or so they say. And this predator isn’t on just any hunt. He’s on the hunt for a successor. A successor that he believes can be found in the brood of Weapon X. A fact that couldn’t be more right after word spreads of a boy with omega-level abilities and a feral rage that can only be relative to the feral x-man, Wolverine…….. Extra Tags: Gore, Power-Fantasy, training, thriller, team-building….

It’s what they used to call wanderers…. Warriors who lost their purpose. Their way. Their master. Men and Women with a blade, but no higher mind to guide the hand that held it. I changed that narrative. I removed my master willingly and without hesitation. I put myself in every situation I’ve experienced. I am Ronin because I slaughtered my Teacher. But I’m not a wanderer with no direction. no purpose. I’m the strongest Hero alive. and my purpose? Eviscerate everything that spills from the Tangents wherever I travel. Whatever monster— no matter how powerful. Whatever Tangent biome— no matter how dire. My muscles tighten. My blade cuts. The Thunder booms in the wake of my lightning fast finesse. Everything falls. At least that’s what I always knew it as…. But recently conversations with that green eyed boy have taken me to my past. His words highlighting my history like lightning illuminating shadows in a forest. The details skitter past my minds eye like rats. I find myself young again everytime I close my eyes after what he said. Back in the Oceans. Back surviving key moments. Considering a foolish beast-boys words…. “What does it matter to be the strongest Hero alive if your legacy is only Monsters?” ***THIS IS A SIDESTORY CONNECTED TO BEASTS: REBORN**

Scott and Stiles. The best of friends.....through thick and thin. Thin indeed. With Kate Argent dead and Peter Hale's brutalized remains six feet under, it seemed their newly changed world had once again changed and now, the two Shape-Shifters had even less help with their mentor gone on his own power trip... Power. The two needed to learn it's value and how to capture it fast. Beacon Hill's was beginning to live up to it's name in the worst way. It seemed to have become a beacon to their worst nightmares. The Argent Family and all of it's high caliber hunters, their weirdly ominous benefactors, and a new mindless serial killer with a very real connection and difference from the WereWolves of Beacon Hills. So many new forms of adversity....so little help..... Speaking of beacons. Another was drawn to the small town of horrors. A young man from a place very different from the coddled western world. A man moving with his own principals, ideals and supernatural origin. An origin intertwined with that of Zeus, Lycaon and The Druids. One motive led him, one directive guided his hand. The question was, to whom did it align with inside the town of terror? The Hunters? Their mysterious Benefactors? Or Scott and his friends who were in dire need of a functioning Pack? Then again, maybe it all meshed together into one ball of supernatural violence and deadly alliances. Only one way to know for sure....

The Old World was the one with cars littering the streets and people holding smart phones as tightly as you now hold a weapon. The Old World was blue skies and rainbows. The Old World wasn’t survival…. The New World is. Full of Undead Monsters and the apocalyptic recoil of constant natural disasters for years as humanity wilted like flowers starved of sunlight. Factions formed— resistance groups, fighting for surivival where they could on a chaotic globe. Some thrived, some were at war. Humans evolved, some far more than others… A Woman found herself at the height of human power. a King amongst men, as she wanted for as long as she could remember. But many conspired against her, and she found herself swapping her human crown for a much different one. and she wasn’t the only one….. **** I think you’ll have fun reading this one. The idea at base is just one of the betrayal zombie apocalypse prompts given by the Webnovel app but I added some twists! If you like TWD, Infamous, Prototype, Solo Leveling, WarHammer 40k and stuff of that nature I’m sure you’ll enjoy this.

Numbers are everything here in New Gloria. Once you’re Reborn and earn your class and system those numbers that measure your abilities mean your life...or your death. Many heroes lay down their lives in pursuit of fame and power while exploring the tangents. But the main goal is to stop the creatures from within the tangents from coming out and further changing the earth, as well as the bosses of the Tangents who seem to have their own ulterior motives. Claude Grey learns pretty fast that most people in power do everything they can to stay in power, even if that means stepping on the throats of people they used to hold dear. Claudes only ever liked a few humans and as he gets older he learns to find new ways to hate them and during his exploration of the Tangents he stumbles upon a strange and beautiful power that helps to show him how truly horrible humans are and maybe these beasts of the Tangents aren’t what the “Heroes” make them out to be. Also discord server is up: https://discord.gg/G5AengERXQ I’ve never made one so I don’t really know what to do but drop in, ask questions theorize and send memes it’s whatever! ***** Cover art does not belong to me so if the original creator happens to stumble upon my novel and would like credit or for me to take it down please let me know.

Scott McCall’s life in Beacon Hills had become a roller coaster of blood and death as of late. Not only had he become a Werewolf, and lover of Hunter royalty, but his Alpha was a wild beast in search of revenge and equally sadistic followers…. But the one who changed him— his Alpha, wasn’t always a mindless monster. Rarely was he mindless actually. He was as cunning as they say the wolf is. Born again from the flames cast by the Argents years ago. Peter Hale was back for revenge. And it seemed like just as Scott and his friends learned of that fact, the Alpha struck. The city went wild, teeming with Hunters and Werewolves warring in the shadows. It would all come to a gruesome end. That was for sure. And along the way, Scott would protect his friends. He’d use his curse— his power, to protect Alison. And then with Derek’s help, he’d get the cure…. At least that was the plan….

Space. An ever expanding ocean of extreme darkness lit by the chaos of that which we know very little. Of that which we learn more of everyday. Space. It holds bloodcurdling horrors and mind numbing beauties. It surrounds our world- a stretch of nothing that holds everything. Both good and bad. The more we learn and see, the more I realize. Ignorance is bliss. Space held the beginning of our end. Of earths end. It didn’t matter how many Lanterns…..how many Kryptonians….Speedsters or Dark Knights stepped in to try and stop it. Space held a treasure that caught the eye of the gods. Those all seeing eyes of greed that quickly turned to unbreakable fists of fury. Earth stood no chance once it became their battleground. And it was then that everyone lost……everyone tasted pain. We all felt it soon transform. Some spurred on to chase the idea of justice- empowered in strife by determination. Others succumbed to the fear of those that made us all feel like ants. Then there’s those like me. Those blinded by rage. Sometimes you have to lose your vision to see clearly. My rage is clear. My rage transformed me. From one of a thousand other John Moore’s, to a leader. A man on a mission I don’t need to return from. A man in red. My Rage made me and those like me all new, and all powerful. It made me who I am today. I am Rankorr…..and this isn’t my story. It’s the beginning of many ends. Maybe even my own.