Rise of The Darkforce

Rise of The Darkforce

Fabzy

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Highschool teenager-cum-proclaimed superheroine, Natasha Johnson, climbs the ranks of the academic ladder as she and her friends get into the Senior year when a new student joins them from out of nowhere. The fast increasing bond between this new addition and Natasha ends up creating a hole in her friendship with the rest, resulting into a mayhem of love, secrets, blood and worst of all, betrayal; one that will come as a revelation to the introduction of the Speedverse saga and the return of an all-too-familiar character who becomes a great ally to Natasha a.k.a the Viper, and her team. Together, they embark on a perilous time-altering mission to try and stop something bigger-something that has risen from the darkest depths of the Darkforce, before literal hell is unleashed on earth.

Chapter 1 PROLOGUE

WARNING!

The following set may contain mild use of adult language, violence, gore, and other graphic notation at some point.

Reader discretion is therefore advised.

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PROLOGUE

The sound of thunder suddenly rented the air from across the cosmic dimensional world of energy-the Speedrealm-the world that exists beyond both time and space.

The sound grew louder by every second, making the walls of the Speedrealm tremble until a dark ghastly figure appeared from within the depths of the realm, its entire body flickering and glowing with the purple aura of the Speedrealm.

It was the Spectre.

It hovered towards the source of the noise, which turned out to be a ruptured hole on the base of the realm.

The hole was black, completely filled with darkness before suddenly starting to give off a faint red glow. The glow went on to increase in intensity, almost blinding the Spectre.

While still trying to make out what was causing all of this, the Spectre was thrown backwards and its body crumbled away after suddenly being struck by a bolt of lightning which shot off from the hole. It was like it had been obliterated, destroyed by whatever had conjured the lightning.

More flashes of red lightning began to burst through the hole and if one were to look close enough, just at the edge of the hole, something then appeared on the surface. A massive clawed hand. Red flames were dancing off of it as it grabbed onto the edge, probably trying to heave the rest of what was inside the hole to the surface...

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