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The Goltra System

“Dead or alive?” Negun asked, sending chills down Juniper’s spine. “Dead!” His companion growled, dropping his ak 47 gun and pulling out a strange looking handgun from his side holster just like Negun. “Holy shi–” Rex said, as Juniper shook her head, stepping back slowly. “Don't damage the merchandise,” the crisp voice of the companion said to Negun, pointing his gun at Juniper. Juniper gasped, freezing right on the spot as she tried to activate at least one of her powers, but nothing was working. Tears suddenly started running down her eyes. “Mom?” She cried. . . . After waking up from death, seventeen-year-old Juniper finds herself at the center of a cosmic war she never asked for. She finds out that she is being hunted across the milky way galaxy by Acalas, a ruthless and powerful warlord from another planet, who has marked her for death. His goal? To rip out Juniper's system, make it his own, and use its unlimited power to conquer the entire Milky Way Galaxy. In order to save herself and the whole galaxy, Juniper, with the help of her mom turned aunt, a ragtag team of loyal friends, and the growing echoes of a father she’s never met, must flee from the planet Earth, find the whereabouts of her father and unlock her system, awakening the ultimate powers locked deep within her DNA. Time is running out, and every assassin Acalas sends brings Juniper closer to the edge. She must overcome every obstacle, and succeed, because if Acalas gets his hand on her before she does, the whole galaxy will burn.
Zeno_JD · 2.5k Views

World Awakening: The Legendary Player

"Look at him," someone snickered from a few rows over. "Smells like he sleeps in a dumpster."  "Probably does," another voice added, louder this time.  Nox just stared at his textbook, the words blurring. He had heard it all before. Then, Mark, one of the main reasons his life was a living hell, swaggered past his desk. Mark always had a smirk on his face.  "Oops," he said, not even trying to sound accidental, as a full cup of bright orange juice tipped over, splashing all down the front of Nox's already ruined shirt.  The cold liquid soaked through instantly.  Laughter erupted around the room. It was loud, clear, and mocking.  Nox slowly looked up. His eyes landed on Ms. Joy, who was watching the whole thing. She had seen Mark deliberately pour the juice on him.  He raised his hand, a small, tired gesture. "Ms. Joy," he said, his voice flat. "He just poured juice on me. Are you just going to ignore it? Again?."  Ms. Joy looked at him, then at Mark, who was now theatrically wiping his hands. A small smile played on her lips. Then she chuckled. Just a little airy laugh. "Oh, Nox, don't be so dramatic. Boys will be boys, right Mark?"  Mark puffed out his chest. "Yeah, Ms. Joy. He's just sensitive."  The class laughed even harder at that. Ms. Joy joined in, her laughter ringing out with theirs.  Hearing them all, hearing her laugh, something in him finally snapped. It wasn't a loud break, more like a quiet, final click.  He realized it then, with a cold, hard clarity. No one was coming to save him. No teachers, no police, no parents he never had. No one cared. If he wanted this to stop, he would have to be the one to stop it. He was the only one who could. His face remained blank, but his mind was suddenly very clear. He reached down slowly, his hand going into his worn-out school bag. The laughter died down a little as a few students noticed his deliberate movement, a strange stillness about him.  He pulled out a gun. The classroom went silent. Utterly, completely silent. Mark's smirk vanished, replaced by wide, terrified eyes. Even Ms. Joy stopped laughing, her face paling.  "What… Nox, what are you doing?" she stammered, her voice suddenly shaky.  He didn't answer. He looked around at their faces, one by one. Fear. He saw fear now. Good. He was ready. He was going to make them all pay. He was going to end it, all of it. Just as he was about to raise the gun properly, a bright blue screen appeared right in front of his face. It was translucent, and only he seemed to see it.  [Congratulations! You have met the requirements!]  [1st Player Chosen!]  [You have won the System!] 
Mysticscaler · 86.9k Views

Demonic Skeleton God

❗[Current Writing Contest-WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 Fantas]❗ Flain grew up in a futuristic world. When he was born his parents didn't want him because he didn't live up to their expectations and so he ended up very badly. Flain was employed as a slave. He was forced to mine radioactive iron deep in the mines. It was drilled into his head that he existed only to obey orders. Young Flain was obedient. He doubted some of it but knew nothing else. For years, he never saw a single ray of light; light was only spoken of among the others as a legend. The routine was the same: in the morning, he would take a nutrient tablet and water. Then he would mine all day, sleep eight hours, and repeat. Flain worked like this from childhood until he was ten years old. He even found a friend, but that friend died of radiation poisoning right in front of Flain. Flain couldn't stop mining. He kept mining with tears streaming down his face. Before bed, Flain cried. "I will become the strongest. I will kill you all, and you will become my slaves." Flain stopped crying, stared blankly at the rocky ceiling, then looked ahead. A manic grin appeared on his face, one that would often adorn it from that moment on. At the age of ten, Flain was assigned to a military camp due to his endurance in the mines and his survival against radiation. In the camp, Flain was trained. The regime was much looser; he even had an hour of free time each day. However, Flain didn't make any more friends. Even during his free time, he trained with a smile. He would achieve his goal at any cost, even if it meant training himself to death. Experiments were conducted on Flain. He lost his hair, two long gray arms grew on his back, and a third red eye appeared. Flain became a mutant. Flain was then sent to war. He fought with sharp katabas. He performed quite well in the war, earning himself command of ten soldiers and becoming a small commander. But one day, everything changed. Flain then dies, is swallowed by darkness, and Flain refuses to die, thus appearing as a skeleton in a fantasy world.
Morfus · 110.3k Views