Rathan

A giant tree popped up in the middle of the Atlantic ocean covering the world in a strange new radiation and because of it, people began to change.

First, there are the Chosen. These super humans have only slight physical changes and yet can manifest amazing elemental powers.

Next, you have the Infected. These humans have experienced large scale body changes which range from animal adaptations to simply grotesque body decomposition. Most are still normal and sane humans who attempt to adapt to life while being shunned by others. There are some however that have grown deranged and think themselves the rulers of the world.

Our MC lives a somewhat lonely life while sometimes being accompanied by his rather senile yet kind grandfather. He has no idea where his parents went after they dropped him off a few years ago, so he has no choice but to stay here. He lives by the idea that he should just be air and not be noticed in the slightest. All of this goes ok until things start changing and Laz starts getting dragged around in many different directions.

Welcome to a story of Gods, evolution, love, adult situations and basically bringing a bit of eastern fantasy to western civilization.
Hope you enjoy the ride.

Children of a Lesser God

"Is this normal?" Laz asked, turning to Blake.

"I don't know... but I don't think so. In the time I was here, the castle gates were always opened since there was never a need to close them," Blake responded.

"Seems like we don't know what to expect," Laz said, walking forward.

"Be ready," he commanded as he walked up to the door. Grabbing it Laz began to pull, but the gates didn't move. Gritting his teeth, Laz dug his feet into the ground and using his entire body, he pulled even harder. With the same strength it would have taken to pull against a semi trying to speed the other way, Laz was able to get the massive door to swing open, inch by inch until there was enough room for two people to enter, side by side.

Two, Seven and Sixteen were the first to go in, followed closely by Blake and the rest, weapons drawn as though expecting a fight. What they got was a massive but empty inner hall, devoid of people.

Ritual