Snippet Story - A Systematic Tale: The Pirate Ch 1
So a lot of other authors lately have been maki
2026-01-15 06:44:58 +0000 UTC View Post
So a lot of other authors lately have been maki
2026-01-15 06:44:58 +0000 UTC View Postback to back updates cuz half this chapter was already written when i posted chapter 20
2026-01-14 21:29:20 +0000 UTC View PostThere's an R-18 section in this chapter.
2026-01-14 21:26:57 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 20:
– Dick Grayson –
Gotham's skyline cut a familiar silhouette against the smog-choked night, gothic spires and gargoyles and the distant amber glow of streetlights struggling against the dark. Dick had missed it, in a strange way. London had been cobblestones and hidden magic and a beautiful witch who made his chest ache in ways he wasn't ready to examine fully.
But Gotham was home. Gotham made sense, even when it didn't....
2026-01-13 03:43:21 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 45:
– Akeno –
…She couldn't move.
It was pathetic. She knew it was pathetic. Her muscles had locked the instant those ten coal-black wings had unfurled against the moonlit sky, the instant Kokabiel's cruel, mocking voice had slithered down from above like poison dripping into her ears.
Every nerve in her body screamed at her to act, to fight, to do something, but her limbs refused to obey.
Aken...
2026-01-12 01:50:31 +0000 UTC View Posthere's the back ups in case the bots axe the other post cuz of how lewd it is
*shrug*
2026-01-10 00:05:31 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 132:
– Haru –
I watched the death goddess stare at us with those luminous green eyes, her expression cycling through disbelief, hope, and crushing doubt in the span of seconds. Her hands trembled slightly where they gripped the empty bowl, and I caught the way her throat worked as she swallowed hard.
"The both of you are actually—real...?"
The question came out barely above a whisper, fragile as spun glass.
Somethin...
2026-01-08 05:56:03 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 48:
– Contessa –
Contessa sat alone in the sterile white chamber of a secondary Cauldron base, her fingers steepled beneath her chin as she reviewed the list of names glowing on the monitor before her. Assassinations. Twelve of them, scattered across four continents, each one a carefully measured cut to keep the world's political infrastructure from collapsing before Scion could be confronted.
A senator in Brazil who'd discovered...
2026-01-07 00:24:51 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 19:
– Raven –
The buffet hall of the cruise liner was a large space of polished brass fixtures and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the darkening Atlantic. Crystal chandeliers swayed gently with the motion of the ship, casting warm pools of light across the long tables laden with food from a dozen different cuisines. The air was thick with the mingled aromas of roasted meats, fresh bread, and something cloyingl...
2026-01-04 23:44:35 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 131:
– Jane –
The floating door was, objectively speaking, impossible.
Jane Foster had spent her entire adult life chasing the impossible—wormholes, Einstein-Rosen bridges, the mathematical proof that travel between distant points in space could be achieved instantaneously. She had been laughed out of conferences, denied funding, called a crackpot by colleagues who couldn't see past their own limited understanding of the univer...
2026-01-03 00:11:32 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 47:
– Simurgh –
Conflict Engine Number Three drifted in the silent, suffocating vacuum of space, orbiting the grey, cratered surface of the moon. To the terrified masses teeming on the blue marble below, she was the Simurgh—the Hope-Killer, the Ziz. She was a god of telekinesis and precognition, a herald of madness. But here, in the cold dark, she was merely a component of a grander design, a machine built of flesh and crystal, proce...
2025-12-31 00:47:24 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 130:
– Haru –
Clutching his spear tightly, the reindeer man stopped directly in front of us. His gaze swept over me, Kunou Coulson, and the "hot milf" Frigga, who was standing near the door.
"Who are you people, and what are you doing near my mother's and my father's quarters while he is in the Odin-sleep?" he demanded to know.
His eyes then landed on Kunou a second time, and she responded by sticking her tongue out a...
2025-12-29 03:03:48 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 129:
– Haru –
I had to grab the back of Kunou's new red cape before she could zip off toward the massive metal giant that had just fallen from the sky. Her boots skidded against the asphalt, leaving tiny sparks in their wake as she strained against my grip, practically vibrating with excitement.
"Whoa, easy there, sparky," I said, hauling her back a step.
"But Onii-chan!" Kunou whined, pointing a finger at the monolithic ma...
2025-12-26 23:23:55 +0000 UTC View Posthello everyone! hope your having a good day.
2025-12-25 04:57:02 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 40:
– Jasmine Potter –
Jasmine sat in the stands beside her mother, Marlene.
Following Jasmine's near-fatal encounter in the Chamber of Secrets—where a monstrous, freaky snake-like copy of Voldemort had attempted to sacrifice her and kill the young man she had a serious crush on—Marlene had been visiting her frequently.
Watching Harry enter the arena where the black dragon slept, her mom tightly gripped her hand. ...
2025-12-25 04:55:30 +0000 UTC View PostHere’s a long chapter, it has a long an
2025-12-23 19:20:59 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 128:
The dusty, sun-baked streets of Puente Antiguo were quiet, save for the dry desert wind that whistled through the gaps in the adobe buildings and the distant, rhythmic thrum of a ceiling fan in the local diner. It was a sleepy town, the kind of place where dogs slept in the middle of the road and the biggest excitement was usually a truck backfiring.
That was, until a golden blur dropped from the sky and landed in the center of Main Stree...
2025-12-22 10:41:20 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 39:
– Harry –
I slumped back onto the hard wooden bench. Rias, Akeno, and the rest of the well-wishers had filed out to take their seats in the stadium, leaving only the champions behind in the stifling, dusty silence of the waiting area.
I shifted, leaning my elbows on my knees, and let my gaze drift to my left. Fleur and Gabrielle were huddled together on a low stool, their knees touching, bodies listing toward one another. The...
2025-12-20 21:08:37 +0000 UTC View Post