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Set in a dystopian wasteland. Lennox and Nicki manage to escape the wraith of the evil warlord Tain Trisch. however the escape was not in Vein. the two must fight and survive the evil enemies to come. Season One includes Part 1-5

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what could possibly be waiting for release in 2094....

Belle is any normal 17 years old. She has friends, goes to the movies, and goes to school. What most people don't know though is that she is also BP or Bloody Princess. Second in command for the Black Widow Gang. But being in a gang is a full-time job and what happens when both job and school start to mix together? What can she do?

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Someone must be playing one sick game! Everyone on earth was suddenly prompted: [Pitch your superpower, and test it against Feasibility!]. Scared and panicked. Bolt picked one he would come to regret: The power to run away. Dropped on his head, he must work together with other survivors, or alone, to survive a new, hellish world... ... whatever that may be.

Destroy what stands to my part of greatness. I'm just a lazy boy who wants to leave a lazy life, disturb my peace, I year you to pieces. I am the one "The Devil" fears. I am Death's substitute. Join me on the journey of my lazy life and see how I year down my enemies

From a windless crater on Helgrind, a hammer not of this world is found. It answers only to truth—and every strike costs a memory. Asgrim, a fjord-born protector, refuses the easy road to godhood. While the White Jarl spreads the Great Quiet—a lattice of hush that eats wind, warning, and song—Asgrim learns to spend smaller: recalls on invisible rails, storm tethers, and shields that orbit like moons. With shipwright Ash, spear-brother Fen, and sea-witch Ylva, he turns work and chorus into counter-magic. When the Grand Bell is hauled to the capital to smother an entire city, Asgrim stakes everything on a single oath: he will break the Quiet—and pay the price up front. With a one-use rift-hook and a craftsman’s patience, he cuts the bell’s silence-skin and hammers the wound open. Breath returns. Ovens bark. Laughter carries. Victory isn’t free. His own name won’t stick in his mouth; the community holds it for him, carving it into wood and speaking it at dawn. What remains is wrong thunder—low, humble, and his—kept for harbors, not crowns. A Norse-flavored, low-magic epic about voice versus control, power as debt (not a crown), and a found family who choose craft over spectacle. City-saving stakes, tactical combat, oath-driven magic, and an ending that trades glory for usefulness.

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