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Vortex Origins

"Born with power. Cursed by its cost." Ash Burns was made for greatness—and doomed by it. His hybrid vein held the promise of limitless strength, yet it shackled him in the first stage of evolution, a prisoner of his own potential. Then the asteroid exploded. It shattered his fate. Now, Ash wields the Titan Vein, a power that bends the laws of his fractured world—a planet split between humanity and horrors, divided by an impenetrable fog. But his newfound strength carries a soul-rending cost: he is no longer alone in his mind. An ancient entity, one step from godhood, stirs within him. And it’s starving. With his brothers and allies, Ash plunges into the unknown—across the planet’s cursed half, through time-warped ruins, and into the cosmic void where the gods vanished. Each revelation twists him further from human. Each power-up pulls him closer to oblivion. The more he ascends… the less of him remains. ———— WSA 2025 entry. Themes & Genre Genres: Fantasy, Sci-Fi, Action, Mystery, Adventure Themes: Brotherhood, Power & Control, Survival, Time & Space, Legacy, Inner Struggle ———— Author’s Note: Hey, I’m Slashburnx. This is my first book, and I’m just here to tell a story that’s been in my head for years. I’m not a pro. You’ll probably spot grammar errors or pacing issues—but I’ve poured my heart into this world. If you’re someone who loves powerful characters, insane worldbuilding, and emotional turns, I think you’ll enjoy it. Thanks for giving this story a shot. Your feedback means everything.
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Apocalypse Days: I Rule with Foresight and a Powerful Son

You’d think seeing the future would give me a head start on surviving the apocalypse. I had it all planned—until everything I knew shattered when my husband sacrificed himself to save me and our son. Now it’s just me, my three-year-old son Leo, and my cursed gift of foresight that only seems to kick in when it’s nearly too late. I’m doing my best to keep us safe, to find food, to make some kind of plan— “Mommy?” I glance down, trying to ignore the tug on my pant leg as I focus on our supplies. “Not now, Leo. Mommy’s thinking.” “Mommy!” I sigh and finally look down. My three-year-old is standing there, clutching… I blink. “Leo, where did you get a knife?” He shrugs, grinning like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My heart stutters. “No, really. Where did you find that?” I try not to laugh. I mean, he’s three. Maybe he just—found it somewhere? But the next day, it’s a water bottle. Then, a tiny flashlight, somehow with batteries still inside. I don’t even know what else; he’s pulling things out one by one with the pleased grin of a kid who’s just figured out his favorite game. Well, we may just survive this mess after all. Now, if only the universe could have spared me from him. I don’t even know his name, but I know his type: tall, broad, and annoyingly handsome, with an air of calm control that’s out of place in this chaos. Ex-military, if I had to guess, with a voice that’s just as infuriating as his smirk. The man has a habit of showing up at the worst—or best—possible times, with a gun at the ready and secrets buried as deep as those bright green eyes. I mean, he’s probably useful, but I’m trying to keep my eyes on the prize here: survival. For Leo and me. Because, foresight or no foresight, nothing is guaranteed in this new world—except the fact that people like him are trouble.
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