Rise Of The Hoarder

Long before humanity's rise among the supernatural, an ancient conflict raged—a war of unseen forces that shaped the fragile coexistence between mortals and ethereal beings. Colonies and clans, once divided by strife, found themselves bound by an uneasy peace. But as whispers of a long-forgotten prophecy surfaced, a new chapter in history began to unfold. The death of Azriel’s primal form was believed to mark the end of chaos, yet the world remained in ruin. Civilization teetered on the edge of collapse, forcing survivors to navigate a new reality—one where technology, resources, and shelter were scarce. Just as humanity struggled to reclaim its place, an unforeseen force stirred in the darkness, awakening the ineffable. What was thought to be the end was merely the beginning. New alliances will be forged, old adversaries will rise, and the dawn of the supernaturals will reshape destiny itself.

“So this is what you really want, Jasmine?” he asked, his voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of disappointment. “After everything?” She crossed her arms, her expression hardening. “Let’s not pretend there was ever an ‘everything’ between us. You don’t get to guilt me, Ethan. I’ve been miserable, living with a man who has no drive, no ambition. I’ve wasted enough time.” Ethan’s mouth tightened, but he stayed silent, letting her words sink in. She’d always seen him as a failure, the quiet husband who blended into the background. And now, with the prospect of a new life on the horizon, she was willing to cast him aside without hesitation. In that moment, Ethan felt something within him shift—a quiet yet powerful resolve. She had no idea who he was, what he had done for her, and the lengths he had gone to support her dreams while sacrificing his own. The weight of his hidden life, his secrets, his true identity, all of it bore down on him, but he remained silent. He calmly reached for a pen, signing his name with a steady hand. As he finished, he pushed the papers back to her, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity. “You’ll get what you want, Jasmine,” he said quietly, each word filled with a weight she couldn’t quite decipher. “But I want you to remember this moment.” She blinked, confused, perhaps even a little unnerved by his composed demeanor. “Remember it? What are you talking about?”

This is a story of a young football player hoping to make a name in the world, his name is George Wenton. His dream seems quite difficult to achieve, or impossible due to his ineligibility to feature in his only gateway to play for his dream club, Alla Madrid, one of the best clubs in the world. As all hope seems lost, his best friend, Imikah Donn comes up with an alternative which is playing for the English National Team, the English Champions. On his debut, he performs so badly, people label him a failure. He has decided to die but just at that moment, a system appears claiming to be the only solution to his problem. Will he trust this strange system which promises to level-up his skills and him as a footballer? Even if he does, will Wenton be able to perform all the tasks assigned daily to him by the system, penalty of non-performance which is death? DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, names similar to real life characters are pure coincidence.

Three years ago, an accident caused me to lose my memory and powers, leaving me with no choice but to marry into the Cooper family as a live-in son-in-law. It wasn't until I witnessed my wife's infidelity that she presented me with divorce papers. On the day of our divorce, under the tree at the crossroads, a beautiful girl was waiting for me...

Oliver has been treated like trash for being a poor son-in-law. But things were about to change for he who was called useless is actually the richest man in the country!

Once a rising star in modern medicine, Rick Franklin was framed by his master and cast out to die. But when lightning fuses an ancient power into his blood, he awakens the Ancient Medical Rising System, a divine force that heals, destroys, and resurrects. Now, in a world ruled by corrupt healers and hidden sects, Rick walks the line between doctor and avenger. Every wound he mends feeds his legend. Every life he saves brings him closer to the truth. And when the master who damned him returns as the Plague God, the final battle for the soul of humanity begins.

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.

"Oh my God! When last did you have a shower?! You reek!" He yelled pinching his nose to block out the smell. **** "Just go and die in a ditch or something!" **** "Exactly! Crawl back to whatever hole you came from!" **** "Of course not. I definitely don't know a dirty, poor delivery boy who slaves his ass off only to be paid little to nothing." **** "Oh! You idiot! You were meant to take it on the counter! Do I need to teach you everything like a child?!" **** He just wanted this world to end right here and right now. Enough was enough! When was he ever going to enjoy his life?! When?! He was miserable. He just wanted to die right now. Everyone hated Arthur Duderte, including the woman whom he thought loved him. Everyone turned their backs against him, until mother luck shone on him and he received news that he was the heir of the Duderte Empire... One of the biggest empires in the City. Now, he had the power to get revenge on those who had ridiculed him in the past.

When Caleb Gonzales woke up in the video game he last played, he expected things to go down like they did in those webnovels he read in his spare time. However, there was one hitch. Instead of being the hero, he woke up as a demon rat, one of the lowest ranks a demon could get. Now, with the help of a sketchy system, he needs to rise to the top if he wants to survive this new world and possibly return home. Mega Writing Prompt #001/MWP#001

“His bones were empty… or so they thought. Until the dead began to speak.” After being publicly shamed, humiliated, and discarded by the noble wife who once pretended to love him, Elias Dray uncovers the corruption rotting the kingdom from the inside: children’s bone-cores drained to feed the rich. Now, armed with ancient magic that can warp bone, bend fate, and resurrect forgotten power, Elias will rise from exile… and every noble who once mocked him will learn that even bones remember betrayal. A tale of magic, vengeance, destiny, and the quiet boy who becomes a legend feared by kings.