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The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 18

Its name rose on a breath that was neither word nor tone, but a layered crescendo of meaning. Hela caught it through the All-Speech, each piece unfurling like a slow, spiraling tune. The identity filled her mind with passing impressions: forest glades, silver streams, quiet dawn. It was not a simple name. She reckoned even a full minute of careful recitation might not do it justice. There had been a time, in Alfheim, when the elves of Alfheim shared a similar notion of naming. Their greatest ...

A Cold God, Chapter 17

Elves? Was I looking at elves? They weren’t quite like the elves I knew from the Lord of the Rings—no regal cloaks or shining armor. More like children hidden away in a forgotten wood. They had sharp ears, yes, but also skin the color of autumn leaves and limbs thin as twigs. I watched them from behind my line of reanimated dead, uncertain how to proceed. My minions stood idle, blank-eyed beasts of bone and rancid flesh, guardians of the land I had claimed. Yet these figures in the trees ...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 32

I walked the narrow street that ran behind the City Skyline Hotel. The building soared, a modern tower of glass and steel. Lights glowed faintly in its upper windows. My phone read close to 1:00 a.m. The sidewalks sat empty, the usual city crowds long gone. A soft breeze ruffled my hoodie. I scanned the area, checking corners and ledges, measuring distance with my eyes.

To the east, a shorter office building stood almost level with the hotel's fifty-fifth floor. Both rose from the same ...

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 8

Strong. Hashirama thought. There weren’t a lot of entities that could claim to be capable of denting a Rashomon Gate through physical strength alone, especially not when these defensive gates were capable of withstanding a Bijuudama. Then again, the one he summoned just now was hardly the epitome of this technique. A single Rashomon Gate was tough, but he’d seen Eight Gates Users break through one with a lot of effort. Hashirama’s eyes narrowed as he jumped back. He turned to B...

The Cursed King, Chapter 57

His domain unfurled in silence, a dark tide that poured across the ruined plains and drowned them in the blackness of Malevolent Shrine. It moved faster than sight could track, swallowing more than half the planet in moments, the edges of that shadow pressing out in every direction. Stones shattered under its weight, the landscape warping as though the world itself recoiled. If Sukuna wished, he could stretch that domain farther, let it sweep over every last inch of soil and cavern, down to t...

The Bone King, Chapter 60

Daemon Blackfyre awoke in mire and darkness. A patch of mud clung to his cheek, and when he raised his head, a chill wind cut across his flesh. He blinked against the sting in his eyes. A faint glow of witch-green lit the horizon, the remnants of that foul storm. The air smelled of blood and burnt flesh.

He lay half-buried among scattered limbs and shattered shields. The bog was thick here, and it tugged at him as he tried to stand. He forced his hands into the muck, pushing upward. His...

The Shattering, Chapter 65

Lorgar stepped forward, mace raised, and the bridge’s emergency lights strobed across the polished copper of his helm. Bolters thundered at his back, the roar of his sons in battle mingling with the alarms shrieking through the corridors. The intruder—this so-called Viltrumite—hovered without apparent effort, arms loose at his sides, expression unreadable. Unpowered flight, without the aid of technology, was usually within the realm of Psyker Powers, but Lorgar detected none of the aeth...

The Honored One, Chapter 68

Caoimhe walked across the chamber, robes brushing the polished floor. Runes set in the stone glimmered at her passing, as if drawn by her tread. A hush settled among the gathered Farseers. One of them stepped forward and lowered his voice, though it carried in the stillness.

“You’re certain this was for the best?”

His hands tightened around the tall staff he carried. The others stood in a silent row, their gazes on her. She inclined her head, only a hint of motion beneath th...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 83

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My eyes widened, fingers hovering briefly over the softly glowing screen. It had been a long while since the System last chimed. Long enough that the sudden flash of script felt almost strange. The words lingered bright and sharp, suspended in air like whispers of light that faded ...

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The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 17

Hela crouched in the hush of that ashen plain, pushing aside layers of grey dust with steady hands. A faint glimmer drew her eye. She parted the soil and lifted a shard of Valyrian steel, dull in the dim light. Its wave-like patterns twitched across the surface as if made by living currents. She turned it in her hand, tilting it to catch the sun. A thin line of power ran through the metal, too weak to stir more than a mild spark beneath her fingertips, yet it bore the echo of something greate...

A Cold God, Chapter 16

Malathax walked the long corridors beneath the castle, his staff thumping on the worn stones. The air smelled of old dust and lamp oil. He had asked a guard, half-asleep at his post, to unbar the lower gates, and the man had complied without a word. Malathax descended a spiral stair until the taste of earth replaced the dryness of the keep’s halls. Lanterns guttered in iron brackets set into the walls. Their smoky light revealed a corridor that stretched away beneath heavy arches, the morta...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 31

“What the fuck?” I looked on as night turned to day and a great fire raged into the sky. Sirens echoed in the distance. Even from where I stood, I felt the panic rippling through the city. Police and fire crews would swarm the place soon enough. Probably a city-wide emergency. Terrorists. A major gas leak. Something like that.

I stood on the hill, feeling the aftershocks in my feet. My breathing came shallow, my eyes fixed on the inferno. Metal beams crumpled in the flames, collapsi...

The Cursed King, Chapter 56

Sukuna stood upon the barren field with all four arms at the ready. The wind pressed across the ground, drawing thin ribbons of dust that curled around his ankles. He inhaled softly, letting the raw taste of the air fill his throat. His face was calm, eyes set upon the Emperor. No outward display of cursed energy traced the air around him; he kept every thread of power sealed inside, a trick that took years of diligence to master. One of his lower hands clutched Hama Yumi, a bow once gifted b...

The Bone King, Chapter 59

I never thought I’d see gods walk among men, yet here I stood in the mud behind our war lines, a blunt spear clutched in trembling hands. We had marched for weeks, trudged through the Neck where the air clung thick and warm. The land smelled of rotting leaves, and the bog water stank of decay. We were told to stand firm, that the North would break, that their so-called God would prove mortal under true steel. I believed those words for a time.

My lord commanded me: stand in the reargu...

The Shattering, Chapter 64

Something stirred beneath his ribs, a slow warmth that flared at the edges of his thoughts. He strode down the corridor, passing beneath torn cables and flickering lamps, each step echoing on the buckled metal. A grin tugged at his lips, unbidden. The last time he had seen Nareena, she had been little more than ashes in the wind, murdered by the Rangdan while she lay asleep. Now he held the memory of her wink in that nightmarish realm. A swirl of red skin and black horns. The same bold gaze h...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 82

Neoth leaned closer to the dying subject, the thick odor of antiseptics and hot metal settling around him. Tubes coiled from the table’s edge into the subject’s arms and chest. Pale light from overhead lamps glinted off steel trays, each crowded with scalpels and syringes. The subject heaved once, and a ragged sound rattled in its throat. Blood bubbled at the corners of its mouth. The displays around Neoth pulsed with readouts detailing every organ spasm, every failing vital sign.

H...

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 7

He summoned more Wood Clones over the next half hour—twenty in all—sending them off with the same mission. Find the wounded, heal them, seal them away from this cursed battlefield. By his last count, the clones had already saved well over a thousand souls, maybe twice that. He sensed them moving through the upper levels and abandoned districts, steering clear of the depths, where war raged without restraint.

He sprinted alongside Batu in uneasy silence, learning more from observatio...

A Senju in the Stars, Chapter 6

His voice came soft in the smoky corridor, over the distant thunder of gunfire.

A rumble in the giant’s chest. He nodded once. “Word some. I understand. All not all. How speak you this?”

Hashirama let out a slow breath. “Back home, all of us spoke it. We called it our common tongue. You’re the first one here I’ve met who can use it.”

Silence followed. The giant tilted his gaze up at the flickering lights overhead, then back at Hashirama. “ 2025-03-03 10:55:22 +0000 UTC View Post

Chapter 5, A Senju in the Stars

Hashirama knelt beside the wounded boy, boots scraping on broken steel and loose stone. The child’s breath came in shallow bursts. A damp smell hung in the air, mixed with burned metal and spilled blood. Hashirama’s gaze flicked over the gaping wound across the boy’s lower belly. Bits of tissue and torn muscle glistened under the dim light. Without care, the child would die in moments.

He pressed his palm against the boy’s abdomen, chakra gathering in his fingertips. A faint gre...

Update

Hello my beautiful and handsome readers. As most of you might be aware, I am a Law Student. We are having prelim exams this week, which means updates will be sporadic, because Contracts and Labor Laws are busting my nuts. But, it'll be smooth sailing next week. That said, fans of A Senju In the Stars can expect a new chapter, since I already wrote one and all I gotta do is edit it a bit.

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The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 16

Tymond Lannister stood beneath a lime-washed arch, hands clasped at his waist, watching his twin sons at their practice. The courtyard was a sunlit square of flagstones and pale dust, bounded by the high walls of Casterly Rock. Servants flitted along the edges, heads bowed, while a pair of house guards lingered by the gate in idle conversation. The sound of wood on wood rose in the still air.

Jason and Tyland were at it again, circling each other, wooden swords in hand. Both boys were l...

A Cold God, Chapter 15

Malathax brought his hands together. His eyes were closed. His staff lay on the ground beside him, the runes upon its length glowing faintly. He sat on an ancient white stump that used to be Wierwood Tree, before it was cut down decades ago by Queen Lysara’s father, who wished to make a throne out of the sacred tree. There were many who protested such a thing. The old ones often prayed to the faces upon the trees; they believed that–when the faces wept blood–the Old Gods were listening ...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 30

Name: Amir Azad
Title: War-Summoner
War Points: 1000

STR – 38
DEX – 30
VIT – 148

“For a price.” The vampire grinned and held out a pale hand. I shook it, because I didn’t wanna be rude. The vampire turned to his partner and nodded once. The other vampire walked off with a grunt. He gestured to a bar, afterward. We sat down by the counter and a wine glass filled with bright red blood was passed onto him by an entity wreathed...

The Cursed King, Chapter 55

He whispered to the wind, “Blood Field: Red Storm.” 

In the distance, a legion of alien monstrosities charged without pause. His wings—one crimson and feathered, the other bat-like and leathery—fluttered at his back as a vortex of blood took shape in the air around him. It spun with such force that anything within its grasp was rendered to ragged shreds. The howling of the creatures rose in unison, their screams echoing across the scorched plain.

The vortex swelled in...

The Bone King, Chapter 58

279 AC

Eddard Stark dismounted upon a gentle slope of new grass. He glanced around, taking in the sight of rolling fields that stretched into a horizon kissed by mist and pale sunlight. No snow blanketed these hills, and the wind held only a mild chill. He shifted his weight, boots sinking in soil that was dark and soft. In his youth, he had heard tales of harsh winters so fierce that men vanished under drifts of ice. Yet here, green shoots rose under a broad sky. The Lands of Forever ...

The Shattering, Chapter 63

He stood beneath the broad arch of a dented doorway, fragments of twisted metal scattered at his feet. The chamber stretched wide before him, alive with the throbbing pulse of dormant machines. Dim lights lined the high ceiling in crooked rows, each fixture throwing pale illumination on looming silhouettes. A tang of ozone lingered in the air, mixed with the smell of soldered wires and old paper. He let his gaze wander. One side of the room held tiered racks of books, each column rising to th...

The Honored One, Chapter 67

Satoru heard the city before he saw it. Screams, curses, and flaring lights battered the senses. Walls toppled in plumes of smoke. Streets glowed with ephemeral illusions unleashed by Sorcerers hungry for victory or survival. Flames danced across rooftops where wards had failed, leaving nothing but charred timber and melted steel. In alleyways, bodies lay strewn. Some wore clan emblems. Others bore the twisted mutations of Genestealer infection. A place of war, a place of final reckoning.

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 81

I saw the green shape grow larger each day, no longer a faint smudge on the horizon. It rose beyond the dunes like an impossible promise. Our procession trudged across shifting sands, stubber rifles slung on backs or cradled in arms. The midday sun glared above us, and windblown grit raked our faces. Here and there, the children stumbled, but hands reached out to steady them. Some men paused to sip water, then offered canteens to those behind. No one spoke much. The wasteland left little room...