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 sky, once fractured by fire and screams, now bathed in golden calm. The storms of energy that had danced above cities were gone. The drones that once streamed death now hovered still, capturing peace they couldn’t comprehend. 


Then, a black streak broke through the clouds like a second sun. 


He came back, black cape trailing behind him, fists still trembling from fury, eyes dulled to soft warmth. 


Starman landed in the center of an empty field outside Nightingale City. No fanfare. No crowd. Just birds flying away in awe. 


Still wearing the shadow cloak of his long voyage, he touched down beside the god with tired eyes and a small, proud smile. 


“I killed him,” Starman murmured, voice hoarse. 


“I know,” Jace replied. “You saved the galaxy and left a message.” 


Starman nodded once. “She’s safe?” 


Jace’s eyes lit with a touch of amusement. “Zoe’s fine. She screamed your name like a war drum.” 


Homebound Gods