Khepri.
That was the name she’d settled on.
It hadn’t been her first choice. Or her second. Honestly, it hadn't even been a serious contender. She’d added it to her shortlist more as filler than anything else. Too obscure, she’d thought. A little dramatic even. And, okay, maybe it did carry more than a hint of ‘ancient villain resurrected to bring about a thousand years of darkness’ vibes.
But it stuck.
Over the past few days, she’d caught herself whisper...
2025-07-09 07:49:25 +0000 UTC
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Greg stared down at his notebook, its lined pages filled with doodles of swords, gears, folding joints, and some truly terrible attempts at sketching guns. The edge of his pencil had worn down to a stub, the eraser long sacrificed to half-finished math problems and frustrated brainstorming.
“This is harder than I thought,” he muttered.
“I did warn you,” Weiss said, exasperated but not unkind. “Weapon design is a delicate craft. It takes patience, discipline, and...
2025-07-08 06:39:10 +0000 UTC
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Amy didn’t question the first day she wasn’t called in.
Brockton Bay’s hospital system was a mess at the best of times. Schedules changed without warning. Shifts were shuffled last-minute. Paperwork got lost. And she, more often than not, was expected to be the fallback plan. So a day off wasn't unthinkable, just rare.
But the second day, her nerves were on edge. And by the third, the silence had started to feel intentional.
At first, she went through the obvious...
2025-07-08 05:00:07 +0000 UTC
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The van rattled down an old industrial road, its frame shuddering over every pothole, and its muffler coughing and sputtering every few minutes. But it kept going, and that was all that mattered.
Anakin kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other hovering near a scavenged pistol—a standard sidearm with no attachments or modifications—lying on the passenger seat. He had never relied on blasters as a primary weapon, not when he could trust the Force and a lightsaber. But this w...
2025-07-05 08:30:08 +0000 UTC
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Taylor didn’t know what to expect when Armsmaster called her to his office.
It wasn’t the first time. Since she had become a Ward, he’d summoned her regularly for training reviews, tactical debriefs, or one-on-one evaluations when he wanted to test the limits of her power in a controlled setting. But something about the phrasing this time felt different, setting her nerves on edge. Was she about to receive another bad news?
“This isn’t about your performance, but you...
2025-07-04 07:50:33 +0000 UTC
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Danny Hebert was pulled violently from sleep by a sound he hadn’t heard in years: a scream.
It wasn’t the startled cry of a child jolted by a bad dream. This was raw, panicked, and animalistic. It tore through the quiet of the house, reverberating down the hallway and shattering the fragile peace of the early morning. His heart lurched into his throat.
He rolled out of bed so fast he nearly fell, sheets tangling around his ankles as he staggered upright. His feet hit ...
2025-07-03 08:49:17 +0000 UTC
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Naruto sat cross-legged in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Principal Blackwell’s office, idly spinning a pencil between his fingers.
Naruto sat cross-legged in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Principal Blackwell’s office, idly spinning a pencil between his fingers. He wore his usual loose gym clothes, and that same wide, easy grin that made it impossible to tell whether he was blissfully ignorant or two steps ahead of everyone in the room.
And honestly? He’d ...
2025-07-03 07:37:34 +0000 UTC
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Eric Pelham knew he wasn’t the first name that came to mind when people thought of New Wave. Or the second. Or the fifth. Or even the ninth. But he’d learned to live with that.
Mostly.
Sure, he was a hero. He’d inherited a power set almost identical to his mom’s and older sister’s. He showed up to every interview they dragged him to, smiled for the cameras even when his cheeks ached, and said the right words about family and continuing their legacy. He stopped m...
2025-07-02 09:19:17 +0000 UTC
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A voice broke the silence at last, soft, trembling, and achingly familiar. “You’re not like the Butcher.” Greg’s head snapped up, eyes dart
A voice broke the silence at last, soft, trembling, and achingly familiar.
"You're not like the Butcher."
Greg's head snapped up, eyes darting around the empty living room. "Ruby?" he whispered, hope blooming in his chest so fast it hurt.
Another voice followed, colder but no less empathetic. "We're here. We're jus...
2025-07-01 08:59:50 +0000 UTC
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Emily Piggot had always been a woman who thrived on control.
A necessary trait for commanding the capes under her watch. The foundation of every choice she made, every strategy she executed. A shield she wore every single day because she’d learned early, as a field agent and later as a director, that without it this job would devour her from the inside out. Control was the only thing standing between order and catastrophe, so when that control slipped, no matter how slightly, she noti...
2025-07-01 07:24:10 +0000 UTC
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Sophia Hess was no stranger to dread. She knew what it felt like to lie to her mom about where she spent her nights. She knew the cold weight of a weapon hidden inside her puffy jacket as she ducked down alleys, hoping for an excuse to use it. She knew the thrill of violence, the clarity it brought, and the sense of purpose it lent to every event.
But this was different.
The call came through Winslow’s front office, discreet of course: “Armsmaster requests your presence at...
2025-06-30 05:00:11 +0000 UTC
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Updates will return as scheduled from next week. I've just been off for these past few days, and I apologise for only updating three stories instead of five or six.
2025-06-29 05:19:08 +0000 UTC
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It happened during the second round of paired drills. Taylor wasn’t partnered with Greg or with anyone today. She’d spent most of class work
It happened during the second round of paired drills.
Taylor wasn’t partnered with Greg or with anyone today. She’d spent most of class working alone, rolling across the mats and trying to hold the low, rooted stance Naruto-sensei had introduced earlier in the week. Her legs ached, her shoulders protested with every motion, and she’...
2025-06-29 05:17:06 +0000 UTC
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The bus rumbled beneath him, its worn shocks groaning with every pothole, but doing nothing to soothe Greg’s nerves. He sat near the back, h
The bus rumbled beneath him, its worn shocks groaning with every pothole, but doing nothing to soothe Greg's nerves. He sat near the back, hood drawn up and head leaning against the cool, grimy window. The world outside passed in streaks of dull orange and yellow, streetlights smeared across wet glass. But none of it registered.
All he cou...
2025-06-28 14:09:08 +0000 UTC
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I have three announcements to make:
I know everyone’s aware by now that The “S” Stands For Hope is currently on a hiatus (heh), but don't despair. It will be back soon, and until then, Again And Again And Again… will take its place (it is also available for Supporter of The Pen members and up).
I will also start updating Greg Meets RWBY. Refer to the timetable to see when your favourite stories are updated.
Chapter Five of my original fictio...
2025-06-27 17:39:32 +0000 UTC
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Taylor didn’t want to fight the PRT. She wanted to prove them wrong.
There was a difference.
She wasn’t looking to bring down the system, wasn't aiming for revenge, or some petty, drawn-out feud against the heroes. What she wanted was something decidedly harder, less dramatic, and much more personal.
She wanted to show them they’d made a mistake.
And maybe that started with fixing how the city saw her. Because if there was one thi...
2025-06-26 09:03:23 +0000 UTC
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Taylor Hebert woke up at 4:37 AM.
The red digits of her alarm clock glared at her through the darkness, bright and perfectly still except for the steady blink between the hours and minutes.
It wasn't the time she normally woke—she didn’t even remember setting it—and yet her eyes had snapped open at that exact second. As if some part of her had been counting down in her sleep, acutely aware of the passage of time without ever truly waking.
She didn’t sit u...
2025-06-26 08:59:50 +0000 UTC
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They came fast, just as Skidmark had screamed for them to. At least a dozen, maybe more, spilled out from the warehouse’s broad industrial doors in a disorganized, frothing wave of noise and aggression, teeth bared and weapons raised.
Some carried knives, dirty and no doubt dull, or broken bottles with their jagged edges glinting under the light. Others wielded crowbars, chains, rusted pipes, and lengths of rebar—whatever they could grab on short notice, it seemed. A few even ...
2025-06-25 13:26:21 +0000 UTC
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Taylor sat on the floor of a bedroom in Gojo’s apartment, knees drawn close to her chest, and hands wedged between them so tightly they trembled. The room was warm and quiet, peaceful even, but no amount of silence could soften the sound of Brian’s shallow breathing.
He lay in the bed across from her, nearly still beneath crisp white sheets. The rise and fall of his chest was too faint, but it was thankfully there.
Gojo might have been flippant about most things, but eve...
2025-06-24 09:26:34 +0000 UTC
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Director Emily Piggot sat behind her desk, spine rigid, and hands steepled beneath her chin as she read through the files glowing on her tablet.
Madison Clements’ statement; a timeline analysis; a review of Sophia Hess’s disciplinary record; and Armsmaster’s personal report, annotated in his usual, meticulous way.
Across from her, the man himself stood in silence, a plain temporary mask covering the upper half of his face in place of his usual helmet. His jaw was clenched ti...
2025-06-23 08:54:55 +0000 UTC
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The costume had taken her months.
It had started as a heroic obsession, made with spider silk spun in the basement and monitored in the quiet hours between school and sleep, one of the only things she could control. Dyed in the kitchen sink when her father was absent, the bodysuit was a washed-out yellow-gray base, layered with blacks and muted greys.
Her armor panels were made of insect shells, and her exoskeletons—built into the legs and arms to give herself more support...
2025-06-22 11:34:19 +0000 UTC
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Taylor Hebert wasn’t sure when it had happened, when gym class stopped being a chore and started to feel like… something else. Not fun, exac
Taylor Hebert wasn’t sure when it had happened, when gym class stopped being a chore and started to feel like… something else. Not fun, exactly. That was asking too much. But today, for the first time, she wasn't just going through the motions. She was actually interested.
Naruto-sensei had rearranged the gym again. ...
2025-06-20 09:30:45 +0000 UTC
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Armsmaster had always trusted in his capabilities.
His armor was calibrated down to the micron. His halberd had multiple distinct configurations, each accessible in under a second. His HUD parsed battlefield data faster than most teams of analysts. And when it came to administration—especially his responsibilities overseeing the Brockton Bay Protectorate team—he prided himself on the same level of rigor.
Which made the knot in his gut all the more troubling.
It had start...
2025-06-20 07:07:24 +0000 UTC
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Grue had always known he wasn’t a ‘real’ villain, at least not in the traditional sense. He wasn't the chaos-for-chaos’ sake type, or the ty
Grue had always known he wasn’t a ‘real’ villain, at least not in the traditional sense. He wasn't the chaos-for-chaos’ sake type, or the type who wanted a throne made of the bones of their enemies. He didn’t crave power to dominate. He didn’t even really want power at all.
He just wanted money: money for legal fees; for s...
2025-06-19 04:39:21 +0000 UTC
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Anakin sat in the passenger seat, unmoving, eyes fixed on the darkened road ahead. The city blurred past in streaks of sickly yellow from flickering streetlights, casting long, shifting shadows across his face, and the vehicle’s frame beneath him rattled with every pothole and uneven patch of asphalt.
The woman—Squealer, as she’d offered in a thin, shaking voice minutes earlier—gripped the wheel like a lifeline, her knuckles white against the oil-streaked leather. One side...
2025-06-18 10:26:04 +0000 UTC
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It turned out being wanted didn’t mean the PRT came crashing through your front door at dawn.
Taylor had expected something dramatic: blaring sirens; spotlights from attack helicopters sweeping across the house windows; and her house surrounded by PRT officers in full gear, large vans parked on the street with containment foam turrets mounted on their roofs and aimed at the house. Maybe even a tinker-built battering ram or a flying drone screeching “Move away from the bugs!”
2025-06-17 06:27:15 +0000 UTC
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It was a stupid idea. Gojo knew that. Not the kind of stupid that got people killed, he could handle that. Not the reckless kind either; he
It was a stupid idea, Gojo knew that.
Not the kind of stupid that got people killed, he could handle that. Not the reckless kind either; he was reckless by profession. This was different.
This was sentimental.
And somehow, that was worse.
He sat cross-legged on the edge of his favorite rooftop, high above...
2025-06-17 05:00:05 +0000 UTC
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As stated in the current chapter, I honestly don't know whether to have Taylor find out Sophia is a Ward too, and have her do something totally justifiable, or quietly have Sophia removed from the story—whether through the PRT doing some private investigation of their own of the incident and finding out she was directly involved, or dying to a villain or something.
So you guys should please choose an option you want:
2025-06-16 12:20:46 +0000 UTC
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Sophia Hess wasn’t afraid of much.
She’d walked the backstreets of Brockton Bay long before she ever got her powers, through alleys thick with ABB thugs with knives in their pockets and murder in their eyes, and Merchants screaming obscenities through cracked teeth and drug-fuelled highs. She’d chased down criminals through burnt-out housing blocks, and once gone toe-to-toe with Stormtiger before backup arrived and she had to strategically flee.
Fear didn’t fit into ...
2025-06-16 06:22:34 +0000 UTC
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Chapter Four of my original fiction, Marked For Death, is now available to be read on Royal Roads here:
https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/119649/marked-for-death
2025-06-15 08:52:09 +0000 UTC
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