Cherreads

The WebBreaker Chronicles

Jj_Summerz
7
chs / week
The average realized release rate over the past 30 days is 7 chs / week.
--
NOT RATINGS
291
Views
Synopsis
In a world woven with lies, truth is the most dangerous weapon. For generations, the world has been divided—by land, by belief, by blood. Each island lives under its own rule, blind to the ancient force that binds them all: the Web, a hidden system of control maintained by unseen Watchers. Most accept this fractured life as fate. But Jj is not like most. Born with the rare ability to see the invisible threads of tension, fear, and manipulation that shape society, Jj witnesses a tragedy that rips his world apart—and awakens a dormant power within him. When a long-forgotten relic begins to speak in symbols only he can understand, Jj uncovers a message left behind by a forgotten civilization… one that once lived in unity, before the Web was spun. Now, branded a threat and hunted by the Watchers, Jj must journey beyond his island, gather unlikely allies from across fractured lands, and confront the system that thrives on division. But with every step toward truth, the Web tightens—and those who seek unity must be willing to bleed for it. The Webbreaker Chronicles is a bold, thought-provoking saga of awakening, unity, and resistance. For those who dare to question the world they live in—this is your call to rise.
VIEW MORE

Chapter 1 - Chapter One: The Webbreaker Awakens

The village of Kaelan lay cradled between jagged cliffs and the restless sea, a place where old wounds whispered in every glance and silence stretched between neighbors like a fragile thread.

Jj stood atop the weathered stone wall, eyes tracing the faces below — friends and foes indistinguishable in their wary steps. To others, these were just people; to Jj, they were threads in a vast, unseen web, tugged by forces no one dared name.

The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over Kaelan's fractured streets. Suddenly, a shout shattered the uneasy calm.

"Enough!" Jj's voice cut through the rising chaos as two youths lunged at each other, years of bitterness exploding in fury. He moved swiftly, stepping between them, but the words came too fast, the anger too deep.

The clash was inevitable.

And so was the cost.

Jj knelt beside the fallen boy—Dren, barely sixteen, bleeding from a wound that should never have existed in a village meant for peace. The stone in his hand, now slick with red, had once been a skipping rock in the tide pools. Now it was a weapon, a wedge driven by whispers no one remembered starting.

The crowd stood frozen. No one moved. No one claimed fault. As if silence would erase what had just happened.

Jj's hands trembled, not from fear, but from fury.

"

This wasn't about him. It never was." His voice cracked like thunder against dry earth. "It was about what they've fed us—fear, pride, false loyalty."

A man in the crowd scoffed. "Speak for yourself, boy. You think you see more than the rest of us?"

"No," Jj said, eyes blazing. "I see what's behind what you see."

That night, Jj returned to the place he always went when the world failed him: the old observatory above the cliffs, now a forgotten ruin, half-swallowed by ivy and time.

The stars blinked overhead, ancient and uncaring.

He lit a small flame and sat before the stone tablet embedded in the floor. It was cracked, almost unreadable—but Jj had traced its grooves a hundred times. No one knew what language it was. No one even cared.

Except him.

As the wind howled, something strange happened. The pendant around his neck—a jagged piece of metal shaped like an open eye—hummed. Faintly at first, then louder, vibrating in his chest.

He reached out and placed the pendant against the tablet.

The runes glowed.

Jj stumbled back as ancient symbols shimmered with life. Words formed—not spoken, not written, but understood.

"The web was spun when truth was silenced.

What binds shall break, when one dares see."

His breath caught in his throat.

The web... it was real.

And someone—or something—wanted him to break it.

Morning came, and the village was already shifting. Rumors spread like smoke: some said Jj had cursed the ancient stones, others whispered he'd heard voices in the dark.

Suspicion grew heavy in the air.

Jj knew what would come next. Isolation.

Perhaps exile. Maybe worse.

But for the first time, he didn't feel afraid. He felt clear.

He packed what little he owned—flint, dried fruit, the pendant—and stood at the shoreline as the tide rolled in.

Dren's mother appeared beside him.

"

They say you'll bring trouble, Jj."

"I probably will," he said quietly.

She nodded. "Then let it be the kind worth bringing."

She pressed something into his hand. A cloth-wrapped scroll. "My grandfather kept this hidden. Said it belonged to a world before the fighting."

Jj opened it just enough to glimpse the edge of a symbol—the same open eye etched into his pendant.

A sign.

Not of coincidence. Of calling.

He looked to the horizon, where the waters met the rising sun. Somewhere out there, others would be waking. Others would be watching. Others still clinging to silence.

But the first thread had snapped.

And Jj was walking into the unknown to snap the rest.