Wicked_Fiction

Lastlight's Revenant #22

The last of the demons vanished into the distance, their shrieks fading into the cacophony surrounding Thalassar. Garran had watched them go—had even locked eyes with one of the twisted creatures as it sprinted past the barricade.

The thing had barely glanced at him, its hollow, pupilless gaze sliding over the church and its survivors as if they were nothing more than stones in its path.

"Thalassar was a beacon of life, once," Sylrithiel had said, her voice distant. "...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #109

The lights cut out again, and Diamante’s brain immediately threw itself into a panic spiral. Not the focused kind. Not the "I’m a trained pr

The lights cut out again, and Diamante’s brain immediately threw itself into a panic spiral.

Not the focused kind. Not the "I’m a trained professional and I’ve got this" kind.

No. This was full-on frantic headless chicken mode, with the internal monologue of someone rapidly realizing that he might be the punchline in someone e...

Lastlight's Revenant #21

The moment Garran spoke, the air in the room turned thick—like breathing oil. Sylrithiel’s voice rose in a chant, the words sharp and alien, each syllable carving itself into the silence.

The runes beneath her feet flared crimson, their glow deepening as shadows writhed along the walls like living things.

At the center of the circle, the arcane heart shuddered. The black veins threading through its crystalline structure pulsed once, twice—then split.

Gree...

Lastlight's Revenant #20

The church’s barricaded courtyard was alive with movement. People scurried like ants before a storm, hauling burlap sacks stuffed with meager supplies—dried meat, moth-eaten blankets, cracked waterskins.

Even from the gates, Garran could see the desperation in their haste.

Kaelvar cracked his knuckles. “I’ll tell the men about those cave-rats. How to kill them, how to lure their likes.” He smirked. “Might as well make a lesson of it.”

Garran gave...

Lastlight's Revenant #19

The sun hung like a molten coin in the sky, its glare searing the cracked stones of Vaeldrith’s old courthouse. Time had gnawed at its grand facade—columns chipped into jagged teeth, the once-proud crest above the entrance eroded to a shapeless blur.

The city kept it standing out of some stubborn reverence for history, though its halls now housed only dust and the whispers of dead verdicts.

Garran wiped the sweat from his brow, his gambeson sticking to his back. Seven hours of...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #108

Vlancio Shepherd was not having a good day. In fact, he hadn’t had a good anything in years. Day, week, month—hell, even his decades were st

Vlancio Shepherd was not having a good day.

In fact, he hadn’t had a good anything in years. Day, week, month—hell, even his decades were starting to blur together in a spiral of bitterness.

There he sat, hunched forward in his oversized celestial chair, encased in a fresh, polished bubble suit that hissed with every ti...

Lastlight's Revenant #18

The coffin lid groaned as Garran shoved it aside.

What lay within was not a demon, nor some eldritch horror—but a corpse, ancient and withered, its skeletal fingers curled around a rusted medallion...and something else.

A man.

Living, but barely.

He spilled forward like a sack of broken bones, his body too weak to catch itself. Garran stepped back, sword raised, every instinct screaming trap—but the figure made no move to attack.

He simply collapsed ont...

Lastlight's Revenant #17

The sky was a bruise, purpling toward nightfall. Two days of searching. Two days of choked alleys and collapsed buildings, of soldiers whispering prayers as they kicked in the doors of places long abandoned.

Garran adjusted his grip on the torch, the flame casting jagged shadows across the crypt’s stairwell. Beside him, Tomas—the Tomas, the same wide-eyed soldier who’d told him of Edric’s poisoning and Sylrithiel’s eerie trance, the one who’d claimed Garran saved him tw...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #107

The faint thrum of chatter beyond the walls was nothing new. Law had grown used to the muffled noise of pompous rich bastards clinking champ

The faint thrum of chatter beyond the walls was nothing new. Law had grown used to the muffled noise of pompous rich bastards clinking champagne glasses and bidding on people like cattle.

But tonight, that thrum had a voice—loud, nasal, and grating through the tinny echo of a microphone.

“—And yes, yes, yes! I know, ladie...

Lastlight's Revenant #16

Sylrithiel found Garran in the church’s ossuary, where the bones of long-dead saints stared hollow-eyed from their niches. She moved like smoke between the pillars, her runes pulsing faintly—not with power, but with something hungrier.

“I need one final ingredient,” she said, her voice the scrape of a blade being drawn.

Garran didn’t look up from whetting his sword. “What kind?”

“An Arcane Heart.”

The whetstone stilled. Garran’s reflection glared up...

One Piece: As Heavy as a Gale #106

Normally, this would be the part where Gale leaned in, theatrically mysterious, then blurted out something profoundly stupid. "What’s your f

Normally, this would be the part where Gale leaned in, theatrically mysterious, then blurted out something profoundly stupid.

"What’s your favorite color?"

"Boobs or ass?"

"Do you think fishmen shed?"

But very sadly—and he would mourn this later—Gale clenched his metaphorical jaw a...

Lastlight's Revenant #15

The room was dim, lit only by a single candle flickering on the desk. Sylrithiel sat behind it, her fingers curled around the edges of a book with no title, its blank cover smooth as bone.

She looked up as Garran entered, her silver eyes clouded with confusion.

For a long moment, she simply stared at him. Then, hesitantly, she spoke.

"Garran...? Garran Dornblade?"

Garran raised an eyebrow. "That is my name." He crossed his arms. "Di...