Chapter 14: Newborn Symbiote?
(Thomas's P.O.V)
I sat cross-legged on the floor, fists pressed to my knees, staring into the dark inside my soulspace where Carnage should’ve been. Hours of reaching, clawing, calling—nothing. Not even a twitch. Just dead silence.
“Fine,” I growled into the void, voice flat. “Stay asleep, you lazy sludge. Don’t care anymore. But if...
Expect ABSOLUTE SYMBIOTE 2 CHAPTERS ON SUNDAY. No Update tomorrow.
Enjoy whatever this is...
Chapter 1: The Blue Screen of Death (And Life)
The rain wasn’t falling; it was conducting a personal vendetta. Each drop was a cold, wet hammer blow against my yellow plastic raincoat, which had given up the ghost about five minutes into this suicide mission. It now clung to ...
I been riding in the city, all alone
streetlights getting dimmer by the minute,
Caught up in my worries and the weed, drinking just to function how I feel,
anxieties,
I can't go a second, Turn around and act like you still with me,
Walk around the house at 2, searching for the reasons,
hoping I can bust myself a ghost,
its been silent for way too l...
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Chapter 3: The Spirit Sages. (Art Above)
(Adam's P.O.V)
They didn’t waste time.
One minute I was standing under the Spirit Tree, still trying to process the whole “Saviour destiny and Chaos storms” thing. The next, Iroh was leading me into a wide clearing beside the Tree, where four figures waited.
Not people. Spirits. And not the kind you sip from a bottle, ...
Chapter 17:The demon three.
Faust felt like his insides were on fire. Every organ burned, tearing him apart from within as blood poured from his nose, ears, and mouth. He collapsed, writhing, the pain unbearable.
Mark stepped forward slowly, sword in hand, glaring down at the broken sorcerer with nothing but disgust.
Faust forced his head up. His eyes were bloodshot, his b...
Chapter 16: Blades against sorcery.
The morning was meant to be quiet and normal, the kind of silence that wrapped itself around a neighborhood like a blanket. But in Mark’s home, that silence was shattered. The sharp crashing of plates, splintering wood, and the metallic clatter of utensils echoed violently through the small house. Each sound was a punctuation mark in the chaos of ba...
Chapter 15: Waffle burglar
“996… 997… 998… 999… 1000.”
Mark exhaled slowly, lowering himself to the ground as sweat rolled down his brow. The morning sun filtered faintly through his bedroom curtains, casting long stripes of gold across the floorboards. His body trembled lightly from the effort, though the exhaustion never seemed to last long anymore. Each rep pushed h...
Chapter 14: A snake's proposal.
Inside the grand, dimly lit halls of Luthor’s mansion, the air felt unnervingly still. The flicker of a chandelier cast golden shadows across the marble floor as Mark stood silently, his crimson eyes fixed on the man before him.
Luthor’s gaze, sharp and calculated, never left him. He observed Mark as if he were an exotic creature—rare, dangero...
If someone relentlessly trained in martial arts often labeled as "fake" (like staged or non-combative practices such as Tai Chi for health, Aikido in its softest forms, or even performance arts like movie kung fu) for 400 years, a few things could happen—assuming supernatural longevity:
Physical
Every second in the world, Drafts are reborn as Stories. The first step of the process...is being written, the second step is being read, and the final step, their being Existing.
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(Kilo's Narration)
[Burdened by glorious purpose]
Okay. What is this?
A tab had just appeared out of nowhere.
I was seated in the auditorium listening to my History l...
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Chapter 1 – The Bridge.
The bridge is empty at this hour. Just steel rails, humming lamps, and the dull hiss of water moving far below. The city lights in the distance look like scattered embers, too far to offer warmth.
He walks without hurry. Hands buried in his coat, shoulders slouched, the night air heavy on his skin. The pessimist isn’t out here for a view. He doe...
2025-09-01 21:41:08 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 43: Cassandra Wakes.
(Damian’s P.O.V.)
“All is well. All is well… all is veelll.”
The mantra ran in his head with every breath. Calm. Focus. Order. He sat cross-legged in the open field behind Wayne Manor, morning light spilling across the grass, his hands resting on his knees. The earth here felt cleaner than the suffocating stone of the Lazarus tunnels. Bu...
It's been a tough week. I buried my Dad on Friday so this is dedicated to him. He always liked reading weird stuff, so don't expect this to be in any way, chewable.
Chapter 1:- The Reset Point.
(Dr.MILLENIA INGENIOUS Logs)
Log ???:- You're given a Banana Peel and ordered to create a groundbreaking, never before seen invention. Is it possible?
Short answer:- Yes. Bu...
The Infinite Paths I see.
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Blowing wind.
A sign of the coming rainfall. From the top of the bridge, I'm able to spot the nimbus clouds drifting towards the city.
Towards me.
My name is Isaac. Surname unimportant. Age, unimportant. What's important is the fact I'm about to kill myself.
My life has been mostly good despite a shitty start being orp...
This here is a fun little project on my path to mastering ai art prompting for storytelling.
By the end of this year, I'm dropping a new story: Vegeta IS HIM. And the plan is to include good quality ai art.
For now, this is a very very rough attempt:-
How Radioactive Hell Dragons Become Real.
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It all started with a pill. Not a very remarkable pill—just on...
Created a BGM for this chapter, play the track above while reading for a wholesome experience.
Chapter 13: Weavers of Life part 1/2.
(General P.O.V)
Peter’s death changed everything.
The moment his body fell limp, every Helion across New York shrieked in unison. Their voices wove together into a victorious howl that shook glass and rattled steel. The sky darkened as f...
2025-08-22 14:48:59 +0000 UTC View Post1. I am Iron Man. 
2.Thor Arrives In Wakanda during Infinity War. 
3. Cap Is Worthy. 
4. The 3 Spidermen Unite.
2025-08-22 07:37:34 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 40: Alien X.
(Loth's P.O.V)
The impact rattled my bones. My reinforced punch connected squarely with the black drone’s chest, but instead of caving in, its frame only dented.
A hollow clang reverberated through the desert night.
That’s… it?
Before I could follow through, the machine’s tentacle snapped outward. The strike caught me across the r...
Chapter 42: The Final Conflict.
(General P.O.V.)
Damian’s heel slammed against the jagged tunnel wall, a shockwave cracking stone as he propelled himself forward.
His heart hammered, each beat pumping adrenaline fused with Ashura through his veins, a boiling current that reinforced tendon and bone. His grip tightened on the twin Tattoo blades, their scarlet edge glowing...
Synopsis:- Nort is the son of PeaceMaker. After his Dad dies, Nort inherits the Multiversal Hub, a room with Portals that lead to other dimensions. Hijinks ensue.
All 7 chapters are on my second Patreon account:- Patreon.com/SaintGenAi.
CHAPTER 1: OTAKU WITH A GUN.
If you’re expecting a heroic origin story, you’re already lost. Go read something else. Maybe some crap ...
Chapter 3: The Boys.
When I wake, the ceiling fan is the first thing I notice—because I hit it with my head.
The blades clatter against my skull and bend at a warped angle before the motor gives a sputter and dies. I blink at the wreckage above me, then at my arm, which doesn’t look like my arm. It looks… thicker. Broader.
I sit up too quickly, and the mattress creak...
Dreamer in his new form(Herald x Darkseid Physiology)
2025-08-16 04:11:25 +0000 UTC View PostChapter 13: Power in the palm.
The chamber was heavy with silence. The five spectral figures on the screens said nothing, their white-cloaked outlines frozen in faint, flickering distortion. Even Lex Luthor—never a man to enjoy waiting—remained still, his brow furrowed as he tried to calculate what Mark could possibly offer in place of serving the Light as their mercenary.
Mar...
Chapter 12: Disappointment.
Inside the limo, the hum of the engine was the only thing keeping the silence from snapping. Across from Mark, Lex Luthor reclined with an infuriating calmness, his hands folded, his sharp green eyes studying him like a rare specimen.
“You’re a fascinating young man,” Luthor said at last, his voice smooth but carrying an edge of calculation. “I...
Chapter 2: The Apokalips.
(Dreamer's P.O.V)
The following night, sleep takes me faster than it should. One moment I’m lying in bed, headphones hissing white noise, the next—
Crack.
The sound is sharp enough to snap me into dream-awareness before I can even take in where I am. The air is thick with heat, the reek of sweat, death, and unwashed bodies pressing in ...
An interactive Fanfic where I'll be choosing how to continue the story from YOUR ideas in the comment Section.
MAIN IDEA:- Nate becomes Galactus' Multiversal/Omniversal Herald, forced to locate rich in life planets/worlds for him to devour or risk Galactus escaping the Narrative/Story Dimension and devouring our Real World.
Chapter 1: The Dreamer.
(Dreamer's Perspective)...
You can only pick one.
1. Superman's FLIGHT. 
2. Wonder Woman's STRENGTH
3. The Flash's SUPER SPEED
4. Green...
Chapter 11: Threads of Alliance and Threat.
Raven and Mark sat cross-legged in the dim quiet of his room, the air heavy with the remnants of whatever strange energy had surged between them earlier. Both were still catching their breath when Raven finally voiced the question she had clearly been holding back.
“How do you plan on joining us?” Her tone was calm, but her eyes were...
Chapter 13: Amazonia.
(General P.O.V)
The sound of boot-sandals on stone filled the torchlit tower chamber. Shirtless, a yawning Thomas leaned against the wall near the narrow window, watching as a squad of Amazons ransacked his modest quarters.
They tossed bedding aside, checked under the cot, and even inspected the single wooden shelf stacked with a few clay cups and bre...
Chapter 10: Ashes
Luthor’s gaze was cold enough to freeze blood. His eyes swept over Dr. Flinch with something worse than hate — utter disdain.
"Step aside, Doctor," he said, voice low but coiled with venom, "or you will regret it."
The warning came like a blade pressed to the throat, but Dr. Flinch stood firm. His refusal was silent yet absolute. Luthor’s patience cr...