OverXelous

9. Breaking Point

Jonathan looked over the Rock Troll camp, his hands loosening and tightening around the leather-wrapped axe handles repeatedly.

The camp sprawled across a natural depression in the rocky terrain, filled with crude structures and the massive forms of the trolls moving between them. A large figure stood near the center, its rocky skin a shade darker and a head taller than the others.

The Chieftain.

Jonathan recalled the System blue window that appeared in his vision a...

8. Blind Fury

The most extended blue window that he’d seen yet appeared in his vision.

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Status 
Name: Jonathan Reeves - Level 3
Class: None
HP: 60/60
MP: 38/50

Traits: (1/3) 
{Rage}

Physical Stats: 
Strength: 7
Agility: 7
Constitution: 6
Vitality: 5

Magical Stats: 
Intellect: 6
Willpower: 8
Mana: 5
Wisdom: 6 2024-11-13 02:46:50 +0000 UTC View Post

7. The System

Jonathan emerged from the rocky crevice where he'd been resting. His body ached, but it wasn't the bone-weary exhaustion he had felt a few hours before.

He studied his surroundings properly for the first time since he'd begun fighting. With each of his battles, he thought it would be his last and allowed his awareness to lapse. Despite that, he felt that his surroundings were almost identical to those he'd seen when he first entered the rift and then followed the signs of battle from th...

6. Rage Awakens

Jonathan’s eyes cracked open to a throbbing headache, the kind that reminded him of too many beers on a night out on the town. He squinted and put his hands to his head. Finding himself slumped in an odd position on his knees, he stood stiffly.

Strange blue rectangles floated in his vision, like those damn pop-up windows on a website. He blinked hard, but they stayed where they were.

“What kind of VR nonsense…” Jonathan tried to wave them away and nearly lost his balance a...

5. Blood and Stone

The weightless sensation vanished as gravity reasserted itself on Jonathan.

His boots hit the solid ground, and he immediately dropped into a crouch, raising his pistol. He scanned his surroundings, tuning out the unnecessary and looking for movement or immediate signs of danger.

The scene that greeted him broke his flow and concentration. The desert scrublands of Eastern Washington were gone and replaced by something altogether more alien. Enormous, towering formations of dark gr...

4. Point of No Return

Jonathan’s pen moved across the page in the dim morning light of his study.

He'd never been good at expressing his feelings. But the words came easier than he’d expected them to, maybe because this felt so final. He wasn’t writing with hope or uncertainty. The words poured out. He wrote of all the things that he should have said over the last two years but was too stubborn to be the first to talk. About how proud he was of David’s choice to follow his mother’s path and how sor...

3. Seeking Answers

Jonathan sipped on the bitter coffee in his mug. His phone lay on the wooden kitchen tabletop. He took a deep breath, letting memories of Marcus wash over him. As it rang on speaker, he looked at Marcus’s dog tags in his fingers. They were still taped with thin strips of duct tape at the top and bottom. It was a tradition in RASP for the instructors to have the young soldiers tape the tags together to prevent the rattling noise, citing the need to be silent.

He remembered the pride he...

2. Gone Dark

Jonathan's phone sat on his desk, drawing his eyes every few seconds. He hadn’t slept well the night before, and his classroom was empty between periods.

Sitting back, he turned away from his laptop and scanned the room. Sunlight cut sharp shapes across his whiteboard where his neat, all-caps handwriting outlined the day’s lesson. He was usually able to teach about Civil War battles in his sleep, but he couldn't focus on the lesson, even with his notes.

He checked his messages...

1. The Last Call

Jonathan paced in front of his whiteboard.

“Alright, everyone, let’s focus up. Today, we're going to discuss the Roman Empire. At its height, it controlled vast territories and influenced a large part of the known world. We’ll explore not only their impressive architecture and engineering but also the military strategies that allowed them to expand so effectively.”

“The Roman legions were the key to their success. They were soldiers trained to be disciplined and cohesive...

Berserker [A Writathon Fiction]

Jonathan wasn't looking for a second chance at life. After losing his son in a classified military operation, he was ready to go out fighting. But when supernatural Rifts began appearing across the world, his suicide mission took an unexpected turn.

Awakened as a Berserker with powers fueled by rage, Jonathan finds himself caught between his death wish and his surviving son David's desperate attempts to reconnect. With ancient powers stirring and hidden factions maneuvering for control,...

Weekly Update!

Hi everyone! Hope you're all doing well this morning/afternoon/evening!

I enjoyed putting out the announcement and sharing an update about Spell Weaver and Berserker. I'm thinking of turning these into a weekly or bi-monthly update so you can stay in the loop on how things are going!

Writing Update:

Spell Weaver & Berserker

• I wrote 10 chapters last week! A friend flew in from Australia, which took up some...

  2024-11-11 14:21:35 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 41 - Assessment

Alex rose the next morning, refreshed and eager to start the day. While the situation in Tianluo, the city where the Celestial Sect operated, hadn’t gone as he had originally planned, Alex felt optimistic. He was learning from skilled fighters and had a clear path forward, something he wouldn't have had back home.

Even before the ambush, he’d begun to feel overwhelmed by his progression. His available skills and combinations with Val were growing more complex, and it was becoming di...

Chapter 40 - A Taste of Power

When the trio stepped through the sliding door and into the sect head’s office space, Alex heard the tail end of a conversation. Judging by the robes and their elaborate embellishments, Alex assumed that he was high-ranking within the sect. Eura was speaking to the man calmly, with his arms behind his back and it was obvious to Alex, even from a glance, that the Elder was restraining himself from an outburst.

Noticing their entry, Eura dismissed the man, who huffed and turned quickly ...

Chapter 39 - Savior

Sam was hunched over with his hip to the ground and an arm raised to block the next blow.

Zhao Jing was in a particularly foul mood that day, as he’d begun to hit Sam the very moment that the boy had sagged to the ground.

I just can’t do it anymore. I’ll either throw up or pass out if I use the skill again.

His “handler” didn’t care about such things. Zhao Jing cared about only one thing: money.

The first blow struck and rocked Sam’s shoulder, ca...

Thinking About MORE!

Hey everyone!

This is some really exciting news, and it makes me so happy to have people here who are interested in supporting my writing (or at least interested enough to want more)!

I wanted to share some updates about my plans moving forward and get your feedback.

Writing Update:

Spell Weaver & Berserker

• Last week, I wrote a total of 12 chapters: 5 for Spell Weaver and 7 for Berserker.

  2024-11-04 17:56:21 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 38 - Rage

Alex jolted awake. He didn't appear to be in danger.

What woke me up?

He had his back to the stone wall and was facing the metal bars of the cell, his knees pulled up in front of him. His eyes naturally drifted to Val’s cage. Alarmed, he froze.

Val?

The cage was open, and Val wasn’t within. Alex reached out through his bond, only to find that Val was very close.

Alex looked down and saw the small wyrm curled up in his own lap.

How ...