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Chapter 19: Dolos

Finnlay's eyes snapped open, her breath caught in her throat as if she had been underwater for too long. She sat upright in her seat, her chest heaving with each panicked breath. The familiar walls of the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom at Hogwarts surrounded her, but it felt like waking up from a dream—a dream so vivid and violent that it left a cold sweat trickling down h...

Chapter 11: Ignia

Ashryn's boots crunched through the gritty dust of the Essosi plains as he walked toward the campfire, the flames flickering against the night sky like a feeble ward against the darkness that stretched endlessly across the land. He’d been a member of the Brave Companions for almost three years now, and yet, every step he took felt heavie...

Chapter 10: Longing

Wake up, clothe yourself, and brace for the call to the pits. This was the rhythm of Quba’s existence—a monotonous dirge that gnawed at his soul. Every day, the same silent prayer, a flicker of hope that maybe today wouldn’t be the day he was summoned, wouldn’t be the day he had to stain his hands with another’s blood while the crowd roared with sadistic glee. But hope was ...

Annabeth III

The air was thick with something I couldn’t quite describe—a mix of tension, dread, and the sharp, metallic scent of blood. It weighed down on my lungs, making it harder to breathe, harder to think clearly. My mind raced, darting from one thought to the next, a familiar chaotic stream of consciousness that I fought to control, to direct even more now. I had to focus. I had to fi...

The deep ones

The air is dry, too dry, and the cracked skin on my lips burns like fire. It’s been a day since I last tasted water, since anyone has. My tongue feels like sandpaper, a useless organ stuck in a mouth that’s already forgotten how to salivate. My mom says we’re better off here, in the house. Says it’s safer, even though we can’t drink, even though it feels like the...

In the hospital

Sorry for not posting today. Wanted to but had to go to the hospital. Good new though is that a lot of the chapters are almost finished so when I’ll be out, it won’t take long for them to be posted. Sorry again

Possible new story

I want to possibly create a new story to learn how to write smut and less depressive/ dramatic stuff. I got two ideas. The first one would be a self insert (kinda waifu catalogue story) in worm in someone reicarnated in Worm with a miquella template or a self insert into Rhaegar Targaryen with fire dragon slayer magic from fairy tail or another kind of fire magic from another universe. It is al...

Miquellesting around in Earth Bet

Michael Dallon, third child, only son of Brandish and Manpower, brother of Panacea and Glory Girl, shouldn’t exist.

He was never meant to. The story didn’t need him to continue, never needed him to begin with. His presence was insignificant, a ripple in a pond that should have altered the surface but didn’t.

Michael Dallon shouldn’...

Chapter 9: Smoldering

My spear, a weapon I had forged with magic and the modified steel I had created, glinted an ominous blue in the fading light like frost given form. Across from me, Grey Worm stood tall and proud, in armor, his sword that I had crafted resting casually on his shoulder.

Pyat Pree had made me understand something. I was technically a glass cannon. Sure, I was able to bl...

Sorry again

Sorry for not posting at all for the last week. My health been a bitch like always. Came back from the hospital today and decided to post one of the chapters I had already written weeks ago. I'm going to take a nap and when I was up, try to post the remaining 9 K chapter of Slaves obey, men choose in my notes. Sorry again

Benthesicyme II

Benthesicyme stood amidst the ruins of the Lotus Casino, her emerald eyes glinting with satisfaction. The once-mighty establishment lay in shambles, the wreckage a proof of her divine fury, of what the divine could easily usher when displeased. She had claimed Nico and Bianca, the children of Hades. She guessed that it was most likely for her sire to intend to use them as leverage ag...

Hephaestus I

Hephaestus I

The forge was a symphony of fire and metal, a cacophony of creation where Hephaestus found both solace and purpose. The heat, the rhythmic hammering, the hiss of steam—each element was a balm to his weary soul, a constant in a world that was shifting beneath the feet of even the gods.

A mere cyclops, a mere monster fighting an Olympian...

Post will be coming in a day or less

Sorry for not having posted the last two days. Meds stopped me from keeping my winning streak. Even then, I still was able to mostly finish a chapter that only needed correcting before being posted. I'll try to rest a little before posting. Sorry again

Chapter 8: primus gradus ardeat

The subterranean forge roared with life, a symphony of fire and metal echoing through the cavernous halls.

I stood in the middle of it with Greyworm, some of his Unsullied, and a smith called Bhakaz. The air was thick with the scent of molten steel and magical auras, intertwining in a dance of creation.

Honestly, this place was one where i...

Next chapter of slaves obey, men choose

The next chapter should be posted in a hour or less

Chapter 18: Sidereal

It was easy to plan, to construct scenarios in your own mind about how things would go on, how they would happen.

It was a thing of preservation in itself, a thing that could only be said to be result of survival.

You created possible scenarios, hypothetical ones so that if they were to happen, you wouldn’t be blindsided.

Chapter 7: Petrichor

I could see all of Astapor from where I was standing. I could see their joy, their happiness. I could hear them celebrating, losing themselves in sweet revelry. The sun was hidden, replaced by the moon that cast a silver hue over the grass of the gardens I was in, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves. The place was almost empty, save for myself, Nileyah, Greyworm, and some of his Unsu...

Chapter 6: Wendigo

A beast, a monster threaded through the world, leaving only malevolence behind. It was an old creature, a creature of blood and cold, a creature of madness and cruelty that should have died aeons ago.

Its presence changed and warped the world. The moonlight fled, not daring to come close to such an anathema.

The grass chose to wither and d...

Chapter 17: Anactoria

It didn't make sense. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore. Minutes ago, they had been at Hogwarts, safe, planning to learn new things and play with Loony afterwards.

Ashley, Finnlay—none of them had expected the class of defence against the dark arts if this to be like that. Sure, they had expected something different this year due to how cle...

New chapter should hopefully be posted soon

Still sick but feeling better. I’ll try to post another chapter of Oh Bloodstained Star today and maybe a new one of slaves obey, men choose if I'm not too exhausted

Chapter 16: princess of the moon

I knew I wouldn’t, I couldn’t win. I didn't need anyone to tell me this obvious truth. I didn't need to be informed that I would most likely lose yet it didn't push down, extinguish the determination I felt.

It didn't shake my resolve. I couldn’t win, I wouldn’t win yet I had to do so not for me, not for glory, pride or anything else of that sort.<...

Chapter 15: of gods and men

"Where is she!?"

The annoyance in the voice of the speaker was palpable, and Ashley couldn't help but empathize.

"Do you think I'd be searching with you if I knew the answer to your question, Finnlay?"

"You could still be helping me search instead of doing nothing! When I find Loony, she's going to regret this! That, I can swear!" t...

Preview chapter 18 (yeah, 18 not 17)

I licked my lips

“What do they say?”

I looked into the eyes of the Witch who was looking at me with something I could only deem as hatred “Oh, I remembered,” I said with a smile feeling confident that the storm wouldn’t make me falter.

“First blood is mine.”

Chapter 56: a dance with the devil

The paradise that was once Takagamahara lay under an eternal shroud of frost and rhyme, the air itself frozen in time, heavy with the weight of infernal wrath. Ice-encased trees, their branches bowed under the burden of the bitter cold, stood as skeletal sentinels in a world that had known too much pain. The heavens above were perpetually overcast, dark clouds swirling in ...

Encanto one shot(?): La violencia

The village of Encanto, usually vibrant and alive, sat eerily quiet. Tension thickened the air, palpable enough to feel like a choking smog. Bruno Madrigal stood at the outskirts, his heart pounding in his chest, eyes wide with fear and determination. He knew what was coming—an army bent on razing Encanto to the ground, driven by greed and hunger for the mystical power that lay within its bor...

Three chapters should be posted soon

I took my time all day yesterday and wrote 3 chapters. They should be posted today after I find the strength to correct them.

Chapter 14: Lymphoidei

Saying that I didn't feel a pang of regret after Oedon would be a lie. She had been my creation. She could even be said to have been my child yet it had been me, the one who killed her, who killed someone who only wanted to live.

It was true that Oedon was dangerous but wasn’t I the one to make her in such a way? Wasn’t I the one who shaped the aether ...

Chapter should be ready soon

Honestly, most of the chapter is finished since wednesday evening/ Thursday morning. I should normally have been able to finish it because there was only kinda of one hour left to do so but trying to focus those last days was so hard. I'll still try thought. Maybe it'll take more than a hour but soon, the chapter should be there. Sorry for taking so much time

What would you like to read for the next week?

I'll begin soon to write another chapter of oh bloodstained star. I wanted to know which one of my stories you would like me to write after that

Chapter 13: Solaire

Albus Dumbledore sighed.

He did that a lot these days. Who would have thought that finally winning would feel so hollow, so wrong?

He was certain of his victory. There was no doubt in his mind that sooner or later, Tom Riddle, the child he should have kept in check from the beginning, the child who became a monster—perhaps always was—would be the caus...