Chapter 14: Newborn Symbiote?
(Thomas's P.O.V)
I sat cross-legged on the floor, fists pressed to my knees, staring into the dark inside my soulspace where Carnage should’ve been. Hours of reaching, clawing, calling—nothing. Not even a twitch. Just dead silence.
“Fine,” I growled into the void, voice flat. “Stay asleep, you lazy sludge. Don’t care anymore. But if we die, I’m blaming you.”
No answer.
When I opened my eyes again, the faint morni...
Expect ABSOLUTE SYMBIOTE 2 CHAPTERS ON SUNDAY. No Update tomorrow.
Enjoy whatever this is...
Chapter 1: The Blue Screen of Death (And Life)
The rain wasn’t falling; it was conducting a personal vendetta. Each drop was a cold, wet hammer blow against my yellow plastic raincoat, which had given up the ghost about five minutes into this suicide mission. It now clung to me like a soggy, despairing second skin.
“Fix the antenna,” I muttered, mimicking my land...
I been riding in the city, all alone
streetlights getting dimmer by the minute,
Caught up in my worries and the weed, drinking just to function how I feel,
anxieties,
I can't go a second, Turn around and act like you still with me,
Walk around the house at 2, searching for the reasons,
hoping I can bust myself a ghost,
its been silent for way too long,
chase away the dreams, that only get me colder,
memories bring out the pain, I'd tr...
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Chapter 3: The Spirit Sages. (Art Above)
(Adam's P.O.V)
They didn’t waste time.
One minute I was standing under the Spirit Tree, still trying to process the whole “Saviour destiny and Chaos storms” thing. The next, Iroh was leading me into a wide clearing beside the Tree, where four figures waited.
Not people. Spirits. And not the kind you sip from a bottle, either.
The first was a hawk made entirely of sparkling fire, wings blazing so hot the air sh...
Chapter 17:The demon three.
Faust felt like his insides were on fire. Every organ burned, tearing him apart from within as blood poured from his nose, ears, and mouth. He collapsed, writhing, the pain unbearable.
Mark stepped forward slowly, sword in hand, glaring down at the broken sorcerer with nothing but disgust.
Faust forced his head up. His eyes were bloodshot, his body trembling, but his pride wouldn’t let him stay down. He clawed at the ground, trying to rise. ...
Chapter 16: Blades against sorcery.
The morning was meant to be quiet and normal, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around a neighborhood like a blanket. But in Mark’s home, that silence was shattered. The sharp crashing of plates, splintering wood, and the metallic clatter of utensils echoed violently through the small house. Each sound was a punctuation mark in the chaos of battle, a reminder that this was no ordinary day.
Mark stood at the center of the storm, his bo...
Chapter 15: Waffle burglar
“996… 997… 998… 999… 1000.”
Mark exhaled slowly, lowering himself to the ground as sweat rolled down his brow. The morning sun filtered faintly through his bedroom curtains, casting long stripes of gold across the floorboards. His body trembled lightly from the effort, though the exhaustion never seemed to last long anymore. Each rep pushed his limits further, each session proof of just how much he had changed.
When he rose to his fe...
Chapter 14: A snake's proposal.
Inside the grand, dimly lit halls of Luthor’s mansion, the air felt unnervingly still. The flicker of a chandelier cast golden shadows across the marble floor as Mark stood silently, his crimson eyes fixed on the man before him.
Luthor’s gaze, sharp and calculated, never left him. He observed Mark as if he were an exotic creature—rare, dangerous, and infinitely valuable.
For Luthor, the Holy Grail was more than an artifact; it was an ...
If someone relentlessly trained in martial arts often labeled as "fake" (like staged or non-combative practices such as Tai Chi for health, Aikido in its softest forms, or even performance arts like movie kung fu) for 400 years, a few things could happen—assuming supernatural longevity:
Physical
Every second in the world, Drafts are reborn as Stories. The first step of the process...is being written, the second step is being read, and the final step, their being Existing.
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(Kilo's Narration)
[Burdened by glorious purpose]
Okay. What is this?
A tab had just appeared out of nowhere.
I was seated in the auditorium listening to my History lecturer drone on about how the Thor in mythology was nothing to admire.
And truth is, I agree...
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Chapter 1 – The Bridge.
The bridge is empty at this hour. Just steel rails, humming lamps, and the dull hiss of water moving far below. The city lights in the distance look like scattered embers, too far to offer warmth.
He walks without hurry. Hands buried in his coat, shoulders slouched, the night air heavy on his skin. The pessimist isn’t out here for a view. He doesn’t even notice it anymore. To him, the bridge is just another nowhere—one more piece of the wo...
2025-09-01 21:41:08 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 43: Cassandra Wakes.
(Damian’s P.O.V.)
“All is well. All is well… all is veelll.”
The mantra ran in his head with every breath. Calm. Focus. Order. He sat cross-legged in the open field behind Wayne Manor, morning light spilling across the grass, his hands resting on his knees. The earth here felt cleaner than the suffocating stone of the Lazarus tunnels. But inside him, things were not clean.
Two days. Two days since they had crawled out of the Laz...
It's been a tough week. I buried my Dad on Friday so this is dedicated to him. He always liked reading weird stuff, so don't expect this to be in any way, chewable.
Chapter 1:- The Reset Point.
(Dr.MILLENIA INGENIOUS Logs)
Log ???:- You're given a Banana Peel and ordered to create a groundbreaking, never before seen invention. Is it possible?
Short answer:- Yes. But only through FICTIONAL MECHANICS.
Long answer:- Take the banana peel and crush it into a pe...
The Infinite Paths I see.
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Blowing wind.
A sign of the coming rainfall. From the top of the bridge, I'm able to spot the nimbus clouds drifting towards the city.
Towards me.
My name is Isaac. Surname unimportant. Age, unimportant. What's important is the fact I'm about to kill myself.
My life has been mostly good despite a shitty start being orphaned at 2. Despite this, I've been lucky to lead a somewhat normal childhood and even had minimal s...
This here is a fun little project on my path to mastering ai art prompting for storytelling.
By the end of this year, I'm dropping a new story: Vegeta IS HIM. And the plan is to include good quality ai art.
For now, this is a very very rough attempt:-
How Radioactive Hell Dragons Become Real.
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It all started with a pill. Not a very remarkable pill—just one of those little blue ones stamped with the Beta Health logo, the kind meant to steady hands and ca...
Created a BGM for this chapter, play the track above while reading for a wholesome experience.
Chapter 13: Weavers of Life part 1/2.
(General P.O.V)
Peter’s death changed everything.
The moment his body fell limp, every Helion across New York shrieked in unison. Their voices wove together into a victorious howl that shook glass and rattled steel. The sky darkened as flocks of them circled the skyscraper, their wings beating in rhythm with Kingpin’s triumphant laug...
2025-08-22 14:48:59 +0000 UTC View Post1. I am Iron Man. 
2.Thor Arrives In Wakanda during Infinity War. 
3. Cap Is Worthy. 
4. The 3 Spidermen Unite. 
Chapter 40: Alien X.
(Loth's P.O.V)
The impact rattled my bones. My reinforced punch connected squarely with the black drone’s chest, but instead of caving in, its frame only dented.
A hollow clang reverberated through the desert night.
That’s… it?
Before I could follow through, the machine’s tentacle snapped outward. The strike caught me across the ribs, and the force was like getting hit by a freight truck. My body lifted off the ground and I lost...
Chapter 42: The Final Conflict.
(General P.O.V.)
Damian’s heel slammed against the jagged tunnel wall, a shockwave cracking stone as he propelled himself forward.
His heart hammered, each beat pumping adrenaline fused with Ashura through his veins, a boiling current that reinforced tendon and bone. His grip tightened on the twin Tattoo blades, their scarlet edge glowing with an unsteady, hungry light. He slashed upward in a clean, direct cut aimed at Richard’s neck....
Synopsis:- Nort is the son of PeaceMaker. After his Dad dies, Nort inherits the Multiversal Hub, a room with Portals that lead to other dimensions. Hijinks ensue.
All 7 chapters are on my second Patreon account:- Patreon.com/SaintGenAi.
CHAPTER 1: OTAKU WITH A GUN.
If you’re expecting a heroic origin story, you’re already lost. Go read something else. Maybe some crap where the underdog discovers "the power of friendship" and saves the world with a glowing sword and ...
Chapter 3: The Boys.
When I wake, the ceiling fan is the first thing I notice—because I hit it with my head.
The blades clatter against my skull and bend at a warped angle before the motor gives a sputter and dies. I blink at the wreckage above me, then at my arm, which doesn’t look like my arm. It looks… thicker. Broader.
I sit up too quickly, and the mattress creaks under me like it’s about to split. My knees brush the edge of my desk, shoving it an inch across...
Dreamer in his new form(Herald x Darkseid Physiology)
2025-08-16 04:11:25 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 13: Power in the palm.
The chamber was heavy with silence. The five spectral figures on the screens said nothing, their white-cloaked outlines frozen in faint, flickering distortion. Even Lex Luthor—never a man to enjoy waiting—remained still, his brow furrowed as he tried to calculate what Mark could possibly offer in place of serving the Light as their mercenary.
Mark finally broke the stillness. His voice was calm, but there was iron under it.
“I’ll giv...
Chapter 12: Disappointment.
Inside the limo, the hum of the engine was the only thing keeping the silence from snapping. Across from Mark, Lex Luthor reclined with an infuriating calmness, his hands folded, his sharp green eyes studying him like a rare specimen.
“You’re a fascinating young man,” Luthor said at last, his voice smooth but carrying an edge of calculation. “I’ve met countless super-powered individuals… but none quite like you.” His lips curved into a ...
Chapter 2: The Apokalips.
(Dreamer's P.O.V)
The following night, sleep takes me faster than it should. One moment I’m lying in bed, headphones hissing white noise, the next—
Crack.
The sound is sharp enough to snap me into dream-awareness before I can even take in where I am. The air is thick with heat, the reek of sweat, death, and unwashed bodies pressing in from all sides.
A whip cuts the air again, close to my ear.
I’m standing in a ragged...
An interactive Fanfic where I'll be choosing how to continue the story from YOUR ideas in the comment Section.
MAIN IDEA:- Nate becomes Galactus' Multiversal/Omniversal Herald, forced to locate rich in life planets/worlds for him to devour or risk Galactus escaping the Narrative/Story Dimension and devouring our Real World.
Chapter 1: The Dreamer.
(Dreamer's Perspective)
It’s late—past the point where night has quietly become morning and my body has started...
You can only pick one.
1. Superman's FLIGHT. 
2. Wonder Woman's STRENGTH
3. The Flash's SUPER SPEED
4. Green Lantern's CONSTRUCT CREATION. 2025-08-14 23:12:23 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 11: Threads of Alliance and Threat.
Raven and Mark sat cross-legged in the dim quiet of his room, the air heavy with the remnants of whatever strange energy had surged between them earlier. Both were still catching their breath when Raven finally voiced the question she had clearly been holding back.
“How do you plan on joining us?” Her tone was calm, but her eyes were sharp, searching for his reaction.
Mark tilted his head slightly. “Us?”
“The Te...
Chapter 13: Amazonia.
(General P.O.V)
The sound of boot-sandals on stone filled the torchlit tower chamber. Shirtless, a yawning Thomas leaned against the wall near the narrow window, watching as a squad of Amazons ransacked his modest quarters.
They tossed bedding aside, checked under the cot, and even inspected the single wooden shelf stacked with a few clay cups and bread crumbs.
"Not that I’m complaining," Thomas drawled, voice carrying just enough to irrita...
Chapter 10: Ashes
Luthor’s gaze was cold enough to freeze blood. His eyes swept over Dr. Flinch with something worse than hate — utter disdain.
"Step aside, Doctor," he said, voice low but coiled with venom, "or you will regret it."
The warning came like a blade pressed to the throat, but Dr. Flinch stood firm. His refusal was silent yet absolute. Luthor’s patience cracked.
"You dare oppose me?"
Before the doctor could move, Luthor’s hand lashed out,...