Wicked_Fiction

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #2

The young man sat slumped on the necromancer's throne, his head resting heavily in his hands as he tried to sift through the flood of memories that were now his. The chamber was silent, save for the faint crackle of the torches that lined the walls.

The body of the necromancer, Erik Deathsong, lay crumpled on the cold stone floor beside him, a lifeless heap of tattered robes and an...

Marvelous Pals #65

Materializing near the Palbox at my base, I paused to take in the surroundings. The familiar scent of pine and earth filled the air, and the soft rustling of leaves added a serene backdrop to the scene. I scanned the area, looking for any signs of activity, and it didn’t take long to spot Elena.

She was at the side of the loghouse, her hands gripping two makeshift handles she had instal...

Marvelous Pals #64

Carlo shoved the barrel of the gun deeper into Big C’s back as they approached the entrance to the abandoned building, his grip firm, every step deliberate. The structure loomed ahead of them, its crumbling facade swallowed by the night. Big C stumbled slightly, his bulk almost too much to manage in the confined space, and he let out a grumble of frustration.

“There’s no need to pus...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #1

Author's note: this is just something I pieced togather in the past couple of days. I might go on with it and turn it into a story, then again I might not. Anyway, as the name suggests, this a story about necromancy, and unlike my stories so far where the mc's are morall ambigous, this will be a striahgt up dark fantasy story that delves into all aspects of necromancy in the Elder Scrolls Lore ...

Marvelous Pals #63

I sat on a pile of cinder blocks, elbows on my knees, hands clasped in front of me as I stared at the cracked pavement below. The quiet of the abandoned lot pressed in around me, broken only by the distant hum of the city that never slept. I should’ve been back by now—back to Palbagos Island, back to training, back to whatever passed for normal in this twisted new reality. But here I was, s...

Marvelous Pals #62

I sighed, scratching the back of my head as I stared at Kraven, who was now pinned against the wall by my psychic energy. This was supposed to be an epic showdown, a battle of wits and strength where I’d carefully outmaneuver one of the deadliest hunters in the world. Instead, it had turned out to be something else entirely—far easier and less thrilling than I’d imagined.

I had spen...

Marvelous Pals #61

Leaving the Stark compound, I let out a long yawn, stretching my arms as the warm sunlight washed over me. After being cooped up in Tony’s lab for the last two days, the fresh air felt like a luxury. Two days of nonstop experimentation and brainstorming, trying to figure out the full potential of Paldium, had left me mentally exhausted.

I was only able to escape because we’d f...

Marvelous Pals #60

I leaned back against the sleek metal counter, folding my arms as I considered Stark’s question. "Well, depending on the context, energy is either the capacity to do work or the power we extract from fuels to, you know, power up machinery and such."

Stark’s eyes lit up, and he snapped his fingers, pointing at me like I’d just solved a riddle. "Exactly! All types of energy, no...

Marvelous Pals #59

Two days had passed, and I found myself once again in the Danger Room, the sterile, high-tech environment now oddly familiar. The air was charged with a sense of focus and determination, not just from me, but from the entire space itself.

The room had become a second home, a place where I could push the boundaries of what I could do, even if I wasn’t entirely sure what those boundaries...

Marvelous Pals #58

Xavier seemed to notice my reaction and asked, "What's the matter?"

I kept my eyes on Jean Grey, watching her closely, particularly the red glow that surrounded her. I hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Am I the only one seeing this?"

Xavier's brow furrowed with genuine confusion. "Jean Grey is a powerful telepath, and her telekinesis is remarkable, but I didn't expect such a reac...

Marvelous Pals #57

The room was filled with an uneasy silence as we waited for Professor Xavier to speak. I could feel the tension in the air, my own nerves contributing to the palpable discomfort. Finally, Xavier leaned forward, his expression one of cautious consideration.

"Vito," he began, "your mutation is rather unique. Unlike some mutants whose abilities draw from abstract dimensions or even entities,...

Marvelous Pals #56

Getting out of bed, I glanced at Isabella, still asleep and looking serene under the soft morning light. I winced, muttering to myself, "That didn't do much for my stress." Slipping out of the bed as quietly as I could, I tiptoed out of the hotel room, careful not to wake her. My head throbbed, and each step seemed to make the pain worse.

It was like the worst hangover I've ever ha...

Marvelous Pals #55

Sitting across from me at the elegantly set table was Isabella, a striking woman with chestnut hair cascading in waves over her shoulders and captivating green eyes that sparkled under the soft lighting of the upscale restaurant. It had been a few days since my conversation with Tony Stark, and a lot had happened since then.

Bucky Barnes had finally woken up, I’d made several trips to ...

Marvelous Pals #54

The restaurant's usual buzz was conspicuously absent, replaced by an unsettling silence. I watched Tony Stark devour his shawarma wrap with gusto, a stark contrast to the tension hanging in the air. Despite his objections, the restaurant had been emptied out, surrounded by his own security detail and agents handpicked by Nick Fury himself.

Tony finished eating, wiped his mouth with a napk...

Marvelous Pals #53

Ho Yinsen ran through the dimly lit cave, his breath ragged and heart pounding in his chest. He fired shots into the air, the loud cracks echoing off the stone walls. The two terrorists pursuing him hesitated, ducking for cover as he pressed forward, his determination unwavering.

"Come on! This way!" Yinsen shouted, his voice breaking with desperation. His rifle clicked empty, and ...

Marvelous Pals #52

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the desert terrain. I, Clint, and Dugan were crouched behind a rocky outcrop, a safe distance away from the Ten Rings camp. The camp lay at the foot of a mountain, sprawling around the entrance to a network of caves.

Tents and crates dotted the area, with armed terrorists patrolling in disciplined patterns. Through the bino...

Marvelous Pals #51

I settled into the worn leather couch, a cigarette lazily dangling from my lips as I flicked through the channels. The remote felt heavy in my hand, each press of the button a dull thud against the silence of the room. The news channels were abuzz with a story that had been dominating headlines for days: Captain America was back.

I paused on a channel where Captain America, looking...

Marvelous Pals #50

Dugan shifted awkwardly, glancing between us, clearly feeling he should say something but unsure what.

Fury turned his attention back to me, his expression serious. "It’s about HYDRA. I need concrete proof that they still exist, or at least where to find it."

I raised an eyebrow. "You already have Bucky Barnes. Once he's cured by Professor Charles, he'll give you all the proof you...

Marvelous Pals #49

I sat on the veranda of my mansion, the private island a serene backdrop to the chaos of my thoughts. The soft breeze carried the scent of the ocean, mingling with the smoke from my cigarette. Below, the work pals moved with purpose, tending to the crops on the far side of the island and transporting resources to storage chests and feed boxes.

Their steady, rhythmic labor was a stark con...

Marvelous Pals #48

The door to Xavier's office swung open, and in walked Steve Rogers, followed closely by Logan. Rogers' presence radiated an unassuming yet undeniable authority, while Logan, true to form, skulked in the corner, his eyes darting between Rogers and me with suspicion.

"Professor Xavier," Rogers began, extending a hand with a firm grip, "I'm Steve Rogers. Thank you for seeing us on such short...

Marvelous Pals #47

I sat in Professor Charles Xavier's office, feeling the weight of the examination and the lengthy, jargon-filled explanation that had just been thrown at me. My head was already pounding, and the professor’s technical terms were only making it worse.

I stared blankly at him, trying to process what he had said. "Can you repeat that in a way that someone without a doctorate degree in neu...

Marvelous Pals #46

As I stepped onto the private island, the familiar sights and sounds did little to calm my frustration. The encounter with Kraven still fresh in my mind, I made my way towards the main compound.

My clothes were torn, and I could feel the dried blood and sweat caking my sleeves. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

Dugan was leaning against a tree near the entrance, casually smo...

Marvelous Pals #45

Stowing away his blowgun, Kraven watched from his vantage point as his pet lion charged its prey. The target, Vito, seemed to panic at the sight of the beast but reacted quickly, raising his hand. A crossbow materialized in his grip, and he swiftly sent a bolt flying toward the lion.

Kraven couldn't help but be impressed by Vito's quick reflexes and accuracy, but he knew it would take mo...

Marvelous Pals #44

Two days had passed since I had reluctantly accepted Big C's offer. Trusting the man was out of the question, but for now, I had to keep him on a tight leash until I could find a more reliable replacement. My options were limited, and sometimes survival meant making deals with the devil.

I made my way toward the Pal Box, ready to teleport back to New York. The sun was out, its warmness an...

Marvelous Pals #43

I paced back and forth in the empty room, the air heavy with the acrid scent of cigarette smoke. Each inhale and exhale was a futile attempt to calm the storm raging in my mind. The glowing ember at the end of my cigarette flared with every puff, casting brief, flickering light across the room’s bare walls.

Vito materialized beside me, his usual smirk in place. “Again with the cigaret...

Marvelous Pals #42

As the helicopter touched down on the island, the rotors slowly wound down, and the noise that had filled my head for the duration of the flight began to fade. I stepped out onto the helipad, squinting against the bright sun reflecting off the ocean. Carlo and his wife followed, looking around with a mix of relief and apprehension. Big C, still unconscious, was slung over my shoulder like a sac...

Marvelous Pals #41

The figure, none other than Spider-Man, crossed his arms and tilted his head, his white eyes narrowing slightly. "Remember me?" he asked, his tone casual yet probing. "Last time we met, it was also in a dark alley, but it seems like you've stepped up your game since then."

His gaze shifted to Big C's unconscious form slung over my shoulder. "I see you kidnap shady-looking men in d...

Marvelous Pals #40

Stepping toward Big C, I watched his eyes widen in a mix of fear and confusion. He started to stammer, "I don't want any trouble, Vito, I swear, I—" but I cut him off with a swift blow from the butt of my pistol.

He crumpled to the floor, unconscious. I knelt beside him, quickly taking away his gun and patting him down for any other weapons. I found a knife strapped to his ankle and a ...

Marvelous Pals #39

It was late at night when I arrived at the bar. The streets were eerily quiet, with barely any traffic to be seen. I took a deep breath and glanced through the grimy windows, noting the crowded interior. Patrons were packed inside, laughing, drinking, and dancing—innocent civilians who had nothing to do with Manfredi's operations. I sighed, knowing things were about to get messy.

Turnin...

Marvelous Pals #38

The theater loomed before me, a relic of a bygone era. The exterior walls, adorned with intricate carvings and elegant arches, were now chipped and weathered, covered in a thick layer of grime.

Ivy snaked its way up the sides, giving the whole structure a sense of forgotten grandeur. Above the entrance, a faded sign bore the name "The Crescent Theater," a fitting title for a place that s...