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The Hammer of War, Chapter 26

Time lost its meaning… our battle became something akin to that of a cat and mouse… sometimes between a man and a dragon… the tides shifted and crashed… but never for long… [Isha's Favor] kept me alive far beyond what anyone else would've possibly survived...

Until…

I stood over Thalessis, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The swirling haze of the dungeon sky flickered overhead, violet and pink storm clouds roiling in a slow dance. My body screamed at me, demanding tha...

The Cursed King, Chapter 51

Magnus let his words settle in the hushed air of the Council chamber, his voice echoing against stone walls and towering pillars. Torchlight cast wavering shadows across the gathering of Primarchs, Custodians, and assorted dignitaries. High in the galleries, representatives from the Mechanicum and countless other Imperial bodies looked on, unblinking. The tension remained heavy, like a cord pulled taut and ready to snap.

He took a single step forward, his staff clicking firmly against p...

The Bone King, Chapter 54

What if? #6

The torches in the Great Hall of the Twins flickered, casting dancing shadows across stone walls. The Freys feasted with abandon, goblets of sour wine in every hand. Their laughter carried an ugly edge, loud and careless. They bantered about the “festivities,” recalling the dagger thrusts and spilled blood of that infamous wedding. Servants scurried across the floor, trays piled high with roast meats and fresh bread. Scraps littered the long tables, along with congealed...

The Shattering, Chapter 59

Argall woke the next morning feeling alive in ways he never had before. The sun’s early rays slanted through the tall windows of his private quarters, catching dust motes that drifted lazily in the quiet air. He had tossed and turned throughout the night, half-dreaming of the changes in his body, his mind racing with possibilities. Now, with the city stirring below, he rose from his bed and stood near a mirror, exhaling slowly as he examined his reflection.

He looked much the same on ...

The Honored One, Chapter 63

Satoru awoke in the cramped inn with a yawn, blinking against the faint morning light that filtered through the single, narrow window. He lay still for a moment, staring at the faded ceiling. He felt Infinity’s gentle hum curled around him like a subtle cocoon. Morning in Shibuya was no different from its nights: still brimming with Sorcerers, illusions, and potential dangers. With a groan, he sat up on the lumpy mattress and stretched, rolling his neck until it popped.

He stood and m...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 77

I led my warriors across the barren sands. We marched in loose formation, spears in hand and shields strapped across broad backs. Our new suits clung to our enhanced bodies, each step stirring up puffs of gritty dust. The sun shone overhead, a searing glare that bounced off the metal plating. Yet my men did not falter. Their legs and lungs were more than human now, products of my will and the biomass we shared. I did not tire either, though the heat pressed down on me, thick and unrelenting.<...

The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 11

I was Torano of Lys, a sworn sword under Craghas Drahar, and I stood on the deck of the Star Serpent with salt spray on my lips. Our fleet, nearly a hundred ships of the Triarchy, stretched wide across the Summer Current, sails fluttering in the strong breeze. This was our domain. We had come here to end the menace of the Ironborn once and for all.

I had never seen so many ships assembled beneath one banner, not even during the battles for the Stepstones. Great war...

A Cold God, Chapter 10

The wind hissed softly across the ice-coated plains. A faint swirl of frost drifted in the air. The sky above was a dark gray, heavy with clouds that threatened snow or sleet or something worse.

I stood at the top of a glacier, staring down at a lone Greenskin scout. He was oblivious to my presence. He trudged through the snow, his crude axe slung over one bulging shoulder. His breath came in harsh plumes that fogged in the icy air. At that moment, he was no threat. He was just a single...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 25

I saw her emerge through the swirling haze, her silhouette towering above the jagged rocks, four arms extended in sinuous arcs. The twisted sky flickered behind her, painting her outline in shifting shades of violet and pink. Each step she took sent tremors through the battered earth, as if the dungeon itself cowered in her wake. I tried to breathe, but her presence weighed on my lungs, turning every gulp of air into an effort. Thalessis the Pain Mistress, a Keeper of Secrets, had arrived. 2025-01-04 12:40:23 +0000 UTC View Post

The Cursed King, Chapter 50

Meanwhile, in the far future....

Yamamoto Genryusai stood at the edge of the smoking crater. His crimson cloak, half-torn by claws and shrapnel, billowed around his towering frame. He was ten thousand years old, yet his posture showed no weariness. The entire planet lay scorched behind him, its civilization reduced to ash and glowing rubble. He let out a slow breath, his molten eyes sweeping the charred remains. Flickers of fire still danced upon his warplate, reflecting the brilliant h...

The Bone King, Chapter 53

Brandon Stark stood by the tallest window in Winterfell’s great hall.

Snow flurries drifted past the stone arch, spinning and twirling in silent dance. The cold air seeped in, biting at his cheeks, but he stayed still, one gloved hand resting on the sill. His gaze fell upon the courtyard below. Men and women went about their business, some wearing the Stark sigil, others proudly displaying symbols of Lord Jason Lee’s creed. A strange blend, he thought, yet one that...

The Shattering, Chapter 58

Argall stood at the entrance to the Genesis Chamber, staring up at the towering doors etched with geometric lines and faintly pulsing lights. He folded his arms across his crimson breastplate, the metal reflecting the quiet hum of the overhead strips that bathed the vast corridor in a sterile glow. He could hear machinery inside the chamber, its internal workings resonating through the walls. The place where so many impossible feats had already been accomplished was about to serve an even gre...

The Honored One, Chapter 62

Satoru stood at the edge of the skyscraper’s rooftop, hands tucked into his pockets, hood draped low over his eyes. From his vantage, he saw a vast sweep of Shibuya, its megalopolis spires piercing the swirling clouds high above. The sun dipped near the horizon, its dying light painting the sky in streaks of orange and crimson. The glare reflected on countless windows, making the entire city gleam like a molten sea of metal and glass.

He inhaled slowly, the air thin and crisp at this ...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 76

I led my followers across the scorching desert. Our journey back to the settlement took longer than usual, because many of them were still unsteady on their feet. They had once been mutants, frail and hopeless. Now, they were human again, but their memories of sickness lingered in their hesitant steps. I marched at the front, [Ruyi Jingu Bang] in hand, watching for any threats that might appear. My eyes stayed on the horizon. The dunes stretched in waves of gold, shimmering under the midday s...

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The Bone King, Chapter 52

Part 3 of What?#1 (The Ghidorah one)

"Do you truly believe the Others will soon come for us, Great One?" Torrhen Stark, King of Winter, asked in a low voice. His breath turned to frost as it drifted on the icy wind. His dark eyes swept the horizon, narrowing against the glare of snow and endless white. Beyond the Wall, the frozen wasteland stretched out like the world's edge, stark and merciless. Somewhere out there, the unseen enemy stirred. Torrhen exhaled sharply, his gaze dropping ...

A Cold God, Chapter 9

Zalir’s eyes snapped open, or at least he thought they did. There were no eyelids, no eyes to speak of. The sensation was there, but nothing accompanied it – no light, no dark, no contrast. Just an endless, suffocating void.

He tried to move, to shift his head or raise his hands. Nothing. He had no hands, no arms, no body. His mind reached out instinctively for the familiar weight of his armor, the comforting hum of the ship beneath his boots, but there was only absence.

The Breaker of the Oceans, Chapter 10

The Stormrider glided over the waves with an effortless grace, its sleek hull cutting through the water like a knife. Valon leaned against the polished railing, arms crossed, watching the horizon where their escort fleet struggled to keep pace. The Doom, Hela’s monstrous masterpiece, was the only ship that hadn’t fallen hopelessly behind.

“Marriage?” Hela’s voice drew his attention back. She stood near the helm, her dark cloak snapping in the wind, her brow furrowed. S...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 24

I stepped back, scanning the ruined battlefield with narrowed eyes. The crater where the chokepoint once stood was vast, its jagged edges radiating heat. Smoke hung in the air, thick and acrid, obscuring the ground. The Carnifexes stood like statues, ichor dripping from their claws. The other troops waited in tense silence.

“Alright,” I said, raising my voice. “We make this ground ours. Dig in. Reinforce. Build a fortress.”

The Cadians snapped to attention,...

The Cursed King, Chapter 49

The chamber remained heavy with silence as Magnus’s voice faded, his opening statement hanging in the air. The crowd shifted, whispers muted but insistent as they exchanged hurried thoughts. Magnus eyed the crowd. Most of them, he knew, stood against him. It was just as Sukuna said: it was a trial against him, against the Thousand Sons. Malcador stepped forward, his staff tapping the stone floor once again, commanding attention.

“Does anyone wish to respond to the Primarch�...

The Shattering, Chapter 57

Angron’s eyes flickered open. The first thing he noticed was silence. True silence. His mind, once a cacophony of rage and agony, was calm. No screeching needles driving into his thoughts, no searing firestorm of pain coiling through his veins. He blinked, his gaze shifting upward to a sky so vividly blue it seemed almost unreal.

His breaths were slow, deliberate, as though relearning the act of simply existing without torment. For the first time in a long, long while, his tho...

The Honored One, Chapter 61

The narrow streets of Shibuya wound around them like a labyrinth, their path lit by the faint glow of lanterns overhead. The air was thick with the savory scent of grilled meat and fried noodles from nearby food stalls. Satoru walked with his hands tucked into his pockets, his hood still pulled low over his face. Beside him, Toji trailed slightly behind, his steps deliberate, his dark eyes flicking from shadow to shadow.

“So, kid,” Satoru said, glancing sideways at Toji. “...

A Guardsman's Game, Chapter 75

The desert stretched out endlessly before me, its golden sands rippling under the midday sun. I tightened the strap on my pack and unfolded the map Master Mirror had given me. The parchment felt rough under my fingers, its edges slightly frayed. The markings were clear: settlements, ruins, and unmarked hazards scattered across the region. My settlement was a faint dot near the edge – a convenient little thing left behind my Master Mirror, no doubt.

I traced my finger across th...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 23

The Carnifexes stomped through the clearing, each step shaking the ground. The battlefield was silent now, save for the occasional scrape of rocks tumbling from shattered formations. Smoke and the sickly stench of burning flesh clung to the air, heavy and cloying.


I scanned the area, the [Las Pistol] still warm in my hand. The last Daemonette had been crushed under a Carnifex claw, its body unrecognizable. For now, we were safe. But safety didn't last long in this dungeon.

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The Hammer of War, Chapter 22

The faint hum of the Cadians' las-rifles filled the air as we moved in tight formation. The jagged terrain around us shimmered under the eerie, violet-pink sky. The place reeked of something sweet and acrid, clinging to the back of my throat. My boots crunched against the soft, shifting ground, the sound barely audible over the occasional crackle of distant energy storms.


"Hold," I whispered, raising a hand. The Cadians stopped instantly, their rifles snapping into a ready position...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 21

The first thing I had to consider, as soon as I walked out of the home I'd known my whole life, leaving my parents behind forever, was what to do with the War Points I had now.



I had 8000 War Points, earned from forcing Helena to retreat. Honestly, I hadn't expected a reward at all. I'd failed to kill her, and the System didn't seem like the kind to hand out participation trophies. But there it was, free points. I wasn't about to complain. I'd take what I could get, especially ...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 20

The black raven-shaped energy surged toward me, faster than anything I'd faced before. I dove to the side, but even as I hit the ground, talons carved through the air inches from my back.



I rolled, firing the [Las Pistol], crimson beams slicing through the dark, crackling feathers. They shattered into smoky wisps but reformed almost instantly. The raven loomed again, talons outstretched, its glowing red eyes locked on me.



I raised the [Tau Rail Rifle], pulling th...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 19

The [Tau Rail Rifle] barked, and the air split as the shot screamed toward the woman.


In a flash, she threw up a shimmering, obsidian shield. The impact was deafening, like glass cracking under a sledgehammer, and the shield burst into fragments. Her eyes widened as she twisted to the side, escaping the deadly line of fire. That was interesting. It seemed that the [Tau Rail Rifle] packed enough of a punch to blast through her magical shield. Of course, I couldn't discount the possi...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 18

I slept the rest of the day and missed a bunch of classes, but I didn't care too much, since I immediately messaged my friends and they told me that the professors only gave out assignments or droned on and on about topics I already knew about, which was great. I woke up really late at night, almost 9:00 pm, which meant I'd been asleep for more than twelve hours. Holy shit. And, with the way colors seemed to fade around me, I knew for a fact that I was now a [Blank]. Unlike Crentist, however,...

The Hammer of War, Chapter 17

"Fuck this shit."


Kaagrazath hadn't completed his transformation yet, which left him vulnerable – more so than he probably realized. He was a massive, bloated monster, but still, unfinished. A half-formed abomination of rotten flesh and corruption, and it was all I needed. With my minions dealing with the endless waves of Nurglings, I had a few seconds of freedom to pull off something big. I checked my War Points; 400 left after buying that one [Krak Grenade]. I could've spent th...