Novels by overwhelmingintensity24

The rain-soaked alleys were Kael and Jace' perpetual purgatory—a labyrinth of crumbling brick, neon reflections, and desperation. They grew up on scraps, sleeping on rooftops on in abandoned buildings, their fists clenched tight against a world that didn't care. Kael, wiry and sharp-eyed, lost his mother to a factory fire no one cared to investigate; the smell of charred flesh lingered in his nightmares. Jace, tall and scarred, was abandoned by a father too drunk to remember him, left to fend against the cold with a broken rib and a fading scream. No safety nets. No chances. Just hunger, anger, and the wrong side of the law.They fell into a gang out of necessity, running errands, pulling small jobs—until the night they got caught in a sting. Petty crimes led to a beatdown in a cramped police cell, bruises mingling with the stench of piss and lost hope. That was when they met Ronan. Ronan, who had a taste for the high-stakes, introduced them to the Crimson Vein—a cheap, brutal cocktai

The rain didn't let up, drumming against the alley walls like a thousand impatient fingers as Jeffery Flamel led the three men deeper into the cramped, alley—a narrow throat between towering buildings where the city's pulse faded into skeletal silence. Moonlight seeped through a slit of sky above, casting fractured shadows over puddles and discarded trash, making the air itself seem to decay. The stench of rot mingled with the metallic tang of old blood, an olfactory reminder that nothing here was meant to last. But Jeffery wasn't concerned with the past. He was sculpting the future—with them as his chisel.Aadam thought he'd be able to control the world with his innovations, Jeffery thought within himself. I bet he didn't think that I'd find a way to control the very innovations which he depends on...Here was he trying to turn the same men whom Aadam sold the Dantian awakening drugs to, while the creator himself was somewhere drowning in his illusory dreams of controlling the world.

The alley shivered under the tension of barely—contained energy. Rain splashed against the cracked concrete, glinting off the black veins that snaked like living ink across the the men's mutated forms. Each twitch, each pulse of muscle, sent ripples of Nether surging through them, but their eyes—wild and uncomprehending—showed the truth: they had no idea how to wield what they possessed.Jeffery Flamel breathed evenly, hood shadowing his face, holding aura of Qi and Ether flickering subtly around him. His mind raced, calculating movements, anticipating reactions. The more they struggle, the more they destabilize themselves. This is both a threat and an opportunity."You think power is what makes you masters," Jeffery said softly, voice calm but cutting through the charged air, "but you are children in storm-tossed bodies. That is the difference between creation and annihilation.""That's total bullshit, old man!" the tallest snarled, fists lashing, black veins writhing violently. "I..

The rain-slicked alley seemed ordinary at first glance, but every droplet reflected the twisted outlines of three men who were no longer human in the conventional sense. The Nether had reshaped them, veins black and writhing like living threads under their skin, muscles bulging unnaturally, eyes glowing with a cold, chaotic light. Their bodies throbbed with power they could barely comprehend.Jeffery Flamel watched them closely, hood shadowing his face, mind racing as he measured their newfound capabilities. They are terrifying... but incomplete, he thought. The Nether changes the vessel, but not the mind. It grants strength, speed, endurance—but leaves them blind to subtlety, to control, to creation.The tallest of the three stepped forward first, voice rough, almost, animalistic. "We... we feel it! Everything in us... stronger! Faster! Nothing can touch us!" His fingers flexed, black veins shifting like worms beneath his skin, each pulsing sending tremors of raw potential through hi

The alley was silent, but the air vibrated with a tension that felt almost alive. Rain drizzled lightly, creating puddles that reflected the jagged neon lights of the city, now distorted by the dark veins pulsing across the three men's bodies. Each movement they made sent ripples through the shadows, and even the stray wind seemed to bend away from their raw Nether energy.Jeffery Flamel pulled his hoodie tighter around his frame, sending calm and centered. His mastery of Qi and Ether hummed beneath his skin, a subtle golden aura radiating outward, barely visible but undeniably present. He observed the three men with a calculating eye, noting how their power surged and twisted unpredictably.Raw strength without understanding, he thought, narrowing his gaze. Chaos without purpose is a threat to everything... and to themselves.The tallest of the three growled, veins black and writhing, and stepped forward, fists cracking with jagged Nether. "We... we are strong! Nothing can stop us no

The flickering TV in the cramped motel room cast jagged shadows across Jeffery Flamel's face. The headlines screamed that Aadam Prescott had begun selling his Dantian awakening formulas to the government. Soldiers were no longer ordinary—they were being engineered into superhumans, and Jeffery's chest tightened with unease.This... this is worse than I imagined, he thought. Aadam isn't just creating power. He's reshaping the rules of the world, and the government is letting him.The evening air was damp and cool as he pulled a hoodie over his head, masking his features. Tonight, he needed a clarity, a walk, something to shake the tension from his mind. Streets were slick with rain, neon signs reflecting like shattered glass, painting the city in chaotic, distorted colours.He turned into a narrow alley, his senses alert. A sudden shift in the air made him pause. From the shadows, three men stepped forward, rough and confident.What's this now? he thought within himself. Another assass