School

Draven Edgor Castel was a descendant of the Castel clan, in a futuristic world of superhumans and planet colonization. From an early age, Draven was gifted with talent which drew villainous grandfather to nurture him into a future powerhouse through soul crushing methods. And on the day of his age ceremony, Draven suddenly lost his powers and after being a public embarrassment for his clan. His grandfather was unable to stomach such humiliation and readily dumped him onto the lawless streets of London. When everything appeared hopeless for Draven, Abby decided to look after him until he became an adult. With years of abuse and rejection from his clan and school, Draven grew heartless and disconnected which caused an ominous spirit within to grow as big as his desire for strength. By fate's grace, Draven stumbled onto an odd pocket diary but his mere touch, caused his soul and mind to be linked to a powerful A.I, Lord Vernon a previous leader of an alliance of super-villains. With his assistance, Draven was able to unlock his original power and access the system's library of superpowers and techniques from the war of 2150. Everything should be smooth sailing for Draven but sadly his sudden gain of power awakens Kalaraja, an evil entity living inside of him who plots to possess his body while Draven uses his powers for his ambition and his love interest, Natalia Leroux his ex-fiancée. Things become complicated when Alister, her brother secretly fights for Draven's affection and to deter Draven's love for his sister, he sends one of his trusted aides, Becky Swanson to seduce him and arranges his sister's marriage with another elitist family. Will Draven fall out of love? Or will he fight for her at the cost offending the elites?

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.