Pov Em Terceira Pessoa

In the year 2501, humanity was visited by the first extraterrestrial life form, at first we were all excited for the possibilities that could be achieved if we can share and learn from them. But they did not come to make friends, we are merely pests they have to clean up to claim the earth their new home. My name is Astra and I am one of the only six survivors from Chrome city, we are currently hiding in the inner bunker under the chrome shelter, we are slowly depleting out our food and water supplies and we wont last another month down here. If you are hearing this, please move to the nearest shelter and lock the gates, the monsters are everywhere, they come in like a flood and kill everything in their path. Staying in a bunker may sound like the wrong thing to do, but it is your best chance of survival because all that is left on the surface was our greatest nightmare, horror and death". Now face to face with the aliens attacking and destroying us, how will humanity react when we find out that our alien invaders are in fact humans? Follow the story to find out

Four years in an asylum can either break a man… or sharpen him into something far more dangerous. Finn emerged with nothing but his mind—razor-sharp, vengeful, and ready to settle scores with the ex-wife and family who threw him away like trash. His charm was his weapon, and it didn’t take long to snare a wealthy widow into marriage. Two days later, she was dead. Now, Finn stands as the richest man in town—exactly where he always believed he belonged.

What if a mysterious system gave you one more chance? Rafe Miller, the worthless, poor, good for nothing son-in-law, got dumped, mocked, and humiliated by his wife and her families, only to receive €3,000,000 and a mysterious system that promised power beyond imagination. He was once the family's disgrace. Now he is their worst nightmare. This time, he'd make everyone who mocked him regret it.

Everyone looked down on Frank because of his status. His wife Alexa even handed him a divorce just to stay away from him. But regardless it did not stop Frank from becoming the most powerful individual in the world after he found out that he was the hair to Watford incorporation. With this new sense of power all that Frank desired was to have his revenge on those that have harmed him and hurt him those that have pleased him in emotional turmoil in the past and he will stop at not to achieve this.

[ Soul Force: Exceptional.] [Title Granted: God of Songs and Music.] [Class: X. Dominion: All sound, all rhythm, all harmony and discord that ever was or will be] [Edge: Reality hums your melody. Creation dances to your chorus. Accept divine duty? [Yes] / [No] ] The world ended in an unbecoming way and from the Apocalypse rose a lot. Many of earth's population didn't survive, they were either dead or transformed into brainless mutants. The ones that did make it were granted powers! systems that helped them engineer the world and what was remaining of it. The weak souled ones Awakened with very very mediocre powers e.g. Knowing how to spot water e.t.c but the stronger souled awakened as S class granted legendary status and titles proclaiming them lord over thier powers. The stronger and rarer souled ones however, Awakened as X class a conventionally different specie of Humans...the system proclaimed them Gods and infinite. Now what happens when Tony burbry a boy who after an incident awakens as the God of sound....

Nelson’s marriage to his wife was nothing but a target for his in-laws’ insults. They mocked him for being broke, called him useless, and swore their daughter deserved better. Every word cut deep, but Nelson swallowed the pain, using it to fuel his hustle. He worked tirelessly, rising from nothing to unimaginable wealth. When he returned, it wasn’t just to flaunt his success—it was to humble them. Publicly, he exposed their hypocrisy, making them eat their words. Their regret was loud, their shame even louder, as Nelson proved that the poor man they mocked was now untouchable.

Elias Thorne was a man who believed in hard work and loyalty. He spent a decade building a career for a boss who mocked him and a home for a wife who loathed his "mediocrity." But when he discovers their affair, he isn't just divorced—he is murdered, thrown from a high-rise into the black depths of the ocean. However, death is the key that unlocks his cage. The rusted ring he inherited from his missing parents wasn't junk; it was the Celestial Anchor, a seal suppressing a bloodline so powerful it terrified the gods. Reborn with the Nine Heavens Scripture and backed by the world’s most secretive and powerful conglomerate, Elias returns to the surface. He isn't just out for revenge; he’s out to reclaim a throne that spans both the corporate boardrooms and the hidden realms of immortal cultivators. "YOU TOOK MY LIFE , NOW I'LL TAKE YOUR WORLD"

The world you know doesn't exist anymore... Relics, items created by the collection of human memories from ancient history and folktales descended on the world and wreaked havoc, causing an apocalypse level event that threatened the extinction of humanity. In the year 785 AR (After Relics) Ace Shadows, a member of the world's deadliest group of assassins decides to go on an adventure and puts together a group of talented individuals to journey across the globe to uncover the truth behind the great apocalypse 800 years ago...

Silence. Like a nice bucket of shhhhhhhhh. Everyone shut the effing fudge UP! That's all I've ever wanted. *Sigh.* But silence comes in different flavors. There's mint - the peaceful kind that wraps around you like a blanket. The kind I chase at 2 AM. I've cried once. Just once. With a bucket beside me, watching heroes with super suits and impossible strength tear each other apart. Somehow that feels less broken than my reality. Then there's the suffocating silence at school. Not an ice cream flavor. This one tastes like metal and shame. High school is my personal hell. Empty wallet, empty lunch tray, empty seat beside me like I'm radioactive. Empty soul on Wednesdays because middles are always the worst. *The usual.* But Emily made the silence bearable. Mint-flavored again. Until she broke something between us. *Snap.* One moment she's whispering secrets with me, the next she's weaponizing them. She scattered my private thoughts, added her own twisted lies. The betrayal burns hotter than the stares drilling into my back. I went from invisible to spectacle. Being a ghost feels like luxury when you're dodging spit balls and "accidental" lunch trays. But somewhere between my third panic attack and contemplating switching schools... *Something shifted.* Like in those games you play, when your character suddenly glows and the screen flashes: "New Skill Unlocked" And it wasn't just in my head. I tested it. Small things at first – a pencil moving across my desk when I focused hard enough. Then books. Then someone's lunch tray right as they walked past Emily. *tap tap tap* I used to think rock bottom was the end. *Well ladies and gentlemen,* it's just a really messed up spawn point. And now? I don't stumble from cliffs anymore. I swim in gravity, and dive head first.

Eighteen-year-old Tama had just set off from the market, buying the goods that his older brother usually did in the morning. But something struck him on that ordinary morning: his motorbike crashed, he almost die alone. No human passed by to offer help. Instead, a green-eyed owl came and said cryptic, weird messages before Tama returned to the actual world. At first, Tama thought it was a dream. The unemployment status he had caused him to follow the vague messages, only to realized that all he experienced may not be a dream. The myth of supernatural tied green eyes is so strong that it even extends to the social negativity of green-colored contacts in this subrub. Telling everyone what he experienced in the suburb when people frowned upon those with supernatural ties? It would be harder to navigate after Tama discovered that it was real. Now, how is he going to use it? Considering Tama's unemployment status and nosy neighbors plus friends that could be heard from half a mile, well....