CO2_GHOUL

At Nightingale Academy, where heroes are forged based on the destructive power of their abilities, Troy stands at the bottom of the hierarchy. His gift? Bubbles, harmless, fragile, and utterly unremarkable in a world where strength defines worth. Mocked by peers and ignored by the system, he struggles to prove that power isn’t just about destruction.

But when a single night shatters his perception of what it means to be a hero, Troy is forced to confront the dark truth behind the heroes he once admired. In a world where justice is painted in shades of gray, he must carve his own path, one where power is redefined, and saving lives means more than just winning battles.

Even if it means standing alone.

Bubble Boy

The wind howled like a living thing, shrieking across the frozen peaks of Kazakhstan’s mountains. Snow slashed sideways through the air, blanketing the jagged cliffs in white. Amid the storm, a single sleek ship cut through the sky like a whisper, cloaked in silence, descending into a narrow valley lost to time. 


The cold hit him like a wall, biting, brutal, indifferent. He didn’t flinch. Not this time. He had walked through worse. But something in his chest fluttered, not fear, exactly. Dread, maybe. A quiet understanding that the path ahead would change him in ways he couldn’t undo. 


Jace followed close behind, his jacket too light for the weather, boots crunching over ice. “Come on,” he said, his voice barely audible over the storm. “He’s expecting us.” 


The God Machine