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The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 24

Under the rising haze of a pale morning, Valon walked the stone causeways of Leng. Mist clung to the roots of the forest beyond the city, pale tendrils reaching like fingers across the earth. The stone beneath his boots was smooth and broad, laid in long slabs that bore no mortar and showed no seam. The sun crept slow from behind the canopy, casting thin gold bars between the boughs of trees too large for memory and too still to feel real.

The people of Leng passed him like wind across ...

A Cold God, Chapter 23

I spent the better part of five hours learning all about the Houses and Kingdoms of Westeros just so I didn’t make a fool of myself in the gathering. Queen Lysara had been kind enough to provide me with a tutor and a book on the matter, written in a language that I learned to read within a few minutes because of its simplicity. The matter on the Houses themselves was not, because this was looking as though the entire continent was just one big family wreath. 

We entered the Hall ...

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 15

The titan fell like the ruin of a tower built too high. Its collapse sent a low quake through the crust of the earth, a deep groan swallowed by the dust that rose in sheets. The ground drank its weight and trembled beneath it. Metal shrieked. Pipes burst. Somewhere in its gut, something exploded. Flames licked through vents along its side like breath through broken teeth. Then came silence.

And the rest of them stopped.

Hundreds of titans. Towering, misshapen gods wrought from rus...

The Cursed King, Chapter 63

Dust rolled from the broken mountains like smoke from old fires. In the cleft of the valley two giants stood again, blood-soaked, breathing steam. Rock screeched beneath their boots. Angron thumped one fist against his breastplate and the sound boomed through the ridges as if a gunship had fired.

Russ raised his head.

The air between them warped, a shimmer of heat that had nothing to do with flame. It was pressure. It was the weight of something unseen pressing outward from the Re...

The Bone King, Chapter 66

What if? #6, Part 3 (Dalamadur thing)

The riders quit King’s Landing at first light, hoof‑beats drumming through ash that once had been streets. Cinders danced in the churn of their passing. In the pale of dawn the city smoldered behind them, spires broken, windows black as burned bone. Smoke drifted low and slow, hugging the rubble, as though unwilling to leave what it had ruined. At their head rode Jason, cuirass splashed with soot, no banner save the shadow of the great serpent ...

The Shattering, Chapter 71

The Honored One, Chapter 74

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 89

The Hammer of War, Chapter 38

I had every intention of killing every living thing in the Riverside Lodge. That was the plan. But it was still morning, and it stood to reason that the place would be empty. Vampires were creatures of the night, thin-skinned and deathly allergic to sunlight, and most of the other things that crawled and slithered alongside them, other supernatural creatures, probably kept the same hours. It made sense to me. My instincts said the same, and they’d kept me alive this long.

I had scoute...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 37

The question hung in the air like smoke.

“Do you think that thing will come for us, Sebastian?”

The voice belonged to one of the younger ones, a thin-boned vampire whose name Sebastian hadn’t bothered to remember. He had pale hair and nervous eyes, the kind that twitched at shadows and didn’t stay fixed on anything too long. He leaned against the window with the blinds half-drawn, peering out into the stillness of Portland’s night like he expected judgment to come crawli...

The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 23

Hela broke no bones.

That was the first thing Valon noticed as he watched from the shade of the upper gallery, his arms crossed, one leg perched atop the rail. She had floored six men that morning, each one larger than her by a head or more, and not a single one limped from the ring. They all rose afterward, clutching their ribs or arms or pride, bowed to the crowd, and walked away.

She fought with precision. No wasted movement. No anger. Just motion, clean and exact. She slipped ...

A Cold God, Chapter 22

The journey took nearly three months.

Not for lack of speed, nor want of supplies. Queen Lysara’s realm was rich with grain and salt meat, more than should have been possible given the size of her holdings. Yet the pace was slow because she made it so. She stopped at every village, every hamlet, every scattered city along the route to Highgarden. Not once did she pass through without ceremony. She moved like the sun through the sky—bright, deliberate, always seen.

At each stop...

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 14

The wind shifted.

And then the world slowed.

Over the jagged rim of the horizon came a shape—massive and bent and terrible. A titan of blackened metal and scorched steel, its body warped by heat and war, its limbs fused with ruin. It moved on legs like siege towers, each footfall tearing gouges into the earth. Its frame was humanoid only in the barest sense, hunched and broad and bristling with armaments that no sane forge could have dreamt into being. Cannons jutted from its sp...

The Cursed King, Chapter 62

The earth split under their feet.

A crack like the end of all things rang out across the blasted plain and a shockwave followed close behind, rolling outward in a ring of pulverized stone and fire. Their fists had met in the center, two titanic forms locked in a single strike, and from that strike the land was made new. Crags erupted where flatlands had lain. Black spires of earth rose and then broke apart into shrapnel that tore through clouds and armor and flesh without discrimination...

The Bone King, Chapter 65

King’s Landing came into view after half a morning on foot, the sun still low enough to cast long shadows across the hills. I’d been walking the ridge roads that cut between tilled earth and pastureland, watching farmers in the distance till soil made stubborn by recent cold. Oxen trudged through furrows. A woman knelt by a creekbed, her skirts muddied to the knees. The smell reached me not long after the last hamlet. It wasn’t just rot or dung or animal waste. No. It was something heav...

The Shattering, Chapter 70

The Honored One, Chapter 73

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 88

Double Chapter Poll Done!

Hey guys, the poll is now closed and it seems that the Hammer of War will be getting two chapters for this week!

The Cursed King, Chapter 61

Sukuna watched the lights of the warp transition burn themselves out against the black. He stood on the primary bridge of his flagship, the Malevolence, and his presence alone silenced the officers at their stations. They moved with quiet discipline, voicing only the necessary signals or confirmations in hushed tones. Outside the forward viewports stretched the roiling emptiness of the void, cut through by the pale reflection of distant suns. The Isstvan System lay ahead, its worlds ...

The Bone King, Chapter 64

A hush settled over the high chamber of black stone. Torches burned low along the walls, their faint greenish flames casting sharp angles of shadow. The skull-banners of House Lee hung in the still air, each one silent witness to the power that dwelled here. In the center stood Jason Lee himself, the Boner Lord, robed in darkest cloth shot through with faint arcs of sorcerous light. He had paused amid a half-circle of northern lords, a single brow lifted.

A courier from the crags of Bea...

Bone King and Cursed King

Sorry for the mishap guys. I deleted the chapters for these two stories, because I forgot to submit them to the commissioners first for approval. They'll be up again soon.

The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 22

Valon moved through the open market, boots scraping on polished stone. A hundred stalls crowded the square, each one burdened with goods unknown to Westeros. He paused by a pen of giant apes, each creature towering like a small hut, arms thick as tree limbs. The apes stared back with slow, deliberate eyes, chain-links rattling as they shifted. Nearby, a man in red robes gestured excitedly, his mouth moving with rapid, musical speech Valon did not understand.

A few steps farther, he pass...

A Cold God, Chapter 21

“I wonder…”

Malcador’s voice dropped low. His eyes narrowed.

He did not speak again. He simply stood there, hand still upon the edge of the console, staff angled at his side. His mind stretched outward, not in thought but in sense—into that place beyond the material, where the warp shimmered and curled like smoke above a dying flame.

Something was in the room with them. Not flesh. Not ghost. Something older. He had felt it before. Brushed it, maybe. But this was th...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 36

Before I trampled and torched the Riverside Lodge and tore down every vampire and witch-thing that called it sanctuary, I figured I ought to test something. A theory. Or maybe just a gut instinct.

The Orkoids. My [Ork Nobz] and the lone [Squiggoth]. They were the only units I had with explicit mention of growth through violence. Said they got bigger. Meaner. Tougher. The more they fought, the stronger they got. Which, if true, meant they weren’t just weapons. They were investments. 2025-04-17 12:53:29 +0000 UTC View Post

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 13

The mortal stepped forward with caution, his cloth still stained by the soot and oil of some manufactorum long since emptied by war. Around him stood the survivors—men and women in ragged uniforms, a few in battered flak vests, others clothed in little more than tattered shifts. All of them looking to him for answers. He carried a lasgun, muzzle tipped toward the ground, more a burden than a threat.

“You’re the one who saved us?” he asked, voice low, uncertain. He shifted his st...

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 12

With Batu at the helm and twelve thousand wooden warriors beneath his command, the tide of battle shifted like a blade drawn from its sheath. The Bodhisattva Legion marched without rest or fear or need, and Hashirama, ever behind and beside them, filled the world with his will. His Wood Clones moved like smoke through ruin, splitting and reforming, spreading across the ash-drenched sprawl of the Hive City. From their hands poured fire and root, stone and leaf, binding and sealing and breaking...

The Shattering, Chapter 69

The Honored One, Chapter 72

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 87