Angel City stories

While this story’s premise might defy conventions—and perhaps even ratings—it’s a freely available tale, so take it for what it is. Let’s ditch the tired tropes: no 13-year-old underdogs, no 17-year-old sons-in-law turned overnight prodigies, and zero cringe-worthy “face-slapping” clichés. The world has enough of those.  Here, we begin at the pinnacle: the Nascent Soul stage. Uncommon? Absolutely. Mainstream? Probably not. But it’s the story I’m passionate about telling. And no, this isn’t another reincarnated “old monster” narrative—those have grown stale, too. Instead, expect a raw, untamed journey of power, ambition, and identity from the very top.  Buckle up—this won’t be your typical climb from zero to hero. Enjoy the ride.

"Hi Izuku-kun! I'm going to a park and no one is ever there would you like to join me?"

"Everyone ready?" Alec asked.

[Percy's playing Fortnite. Noobmaster69? What kind of name is that? Blackbear is... picking his nose. Brain, erase that please. Tristan is wiping himself with sanitizing napkins? Really, blood is not that bad. Actually, I'm gonna correct myself, it is bad. Oh hey, Nova is there in a staring contest with a Tier 3 Axonn. I see, he's the strongest left over here. Ah- I know what Nova must be thinking. Must be claws. And you know what, that's a great idea, using Sinister Dragon Claws to end the Sinister Scales. Let's see... ew... is dripping that much cold sweat even possible? One stab on his leg will probably destroy the last resistance in everyone's hearts.]

'Ugh' Cliff tried his hardest, but his eyes refused to open. Finally with almost excruciating slowness his eyelids inched towards his forehead.

The feeling that he was alone still sat firm in him, but he knew that he had heard a voice. He reached back for the pile of catbrier. The boy figured that it was probably something from a dream. He had some deep sleep last night so he must have still been groggy. He still firmly believed that he heard a voice, but somehow it didn't bother him anymore. He had work to get done.

'Hmm? I had even forgotten about the class, but what is its function? '

Huiyin's eyes grew wider and wider as the two figures draw nearer.