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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE - KAYDEN

Kayden Anders (née Russel) soared over Brockton Bay’s ruins, her light cutting through the sky. Her glow, pristine and blinding, contrasted sharply with the destruction below—streets torn asunder, buildings reduced to rubble, and the jagged crater where Crawler’s massive frame had struck t...

CHAPTER ONE - A NEW PLAYER

Taylor Hebert sat on the edge of the rooftop, her knees pulled up to her chest. The cold Gotham wind bit through her jacket, but she hardly felt it. Below, the city stretched out like a living organism: pulsing neon lights, distant sirens, the low hum of voices and engines blending into a constan...

WHAT WORM FANFICTION SHOULD I WRITE?

Kind of feeling burned out from the Superman crossover, so I want to take a break from it for a while. But I still feel like writing something, hence this poll.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR - RILEY

The Dallon household was so… clean. That was the first thing Riley noticed as she stood on the neat brick path leading to their front door, her gloved hands folded politely in front of her apron. The garden was pristine, each flower bed manicured with the kind of care that spoke of bor...

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE - JUSTIN

The firelight cast flickering shadows across the battlefield, but Justin’s eyes stayed locked on the figure emerging from the debris. Burnscar’s smile was maddening—a mixture of cruelty and trembling rage. Her red dress was singed, her pale skin streaked with soot and blood, but her eyes st...

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE - MIMI

Mimi drifted through the city streets like a shadow, barefoot and silent. Her red dress brushed against her pale legs, the hem singed in places from her own fires. The air smelled like ash and seawater, the acrid tang of Brockton Bay’s decay settling in her lungs. It was almost peaceful, in its...

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO - ETHAN

The warehouse reeked of smoke and scorched metal, the heat pressing against Ethan like a living thing, oppressive and suffocating, each breath burning as if he were inhaling straight from an oven. Flames danced wildly, licking at the twisted support beam he crouched behind, casting jagged shadows...

THE END OF TAYLOR HEBERT

Go…it's…h-hot.

Feeling the hard texture of the ground against her face, Taylor realized that she had fallen face first on the ground. She couldn't move, even when she tried, and she already couldn't feel her limbs. What she did feel was a certain heat, and it overwhelmed her en...

The Wind Blades

"The Wind Blades" takes readers on a captivating journey through a world where elemental powers are the norm. At its heart, the story follows Tatsuya, a scarred and enigmatic air elemental, as he embarks on a quest for vengeance against Lord Kuro, the unjust executioner of his father. Tatsuya's plan...

CHAPTER TWENTY - BATTERY

The air shimmered with fractured light as Shatterbird floated above the wreckage, her glass-laden robes catching the pale sunlight and refracting it into dancing rainbows. Beneath her mask, she smirked, surveying the devastation with an artist’s satisfaction.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” ...

CHAPTER NINETEEN - NED

The wind shifted, carrying a scent that shouldn’t have been here. Sweet and clean, too perfect for this world. It set Ned’s teeth on edge in the best way. Something pure. Something untouched. Something begging to be broken.

His body vibrated with anticipation as he moved, his six massiv...

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN - FAULTLINE

The old ferry terminal felt like the world’s most dangerous potluck. Neutral ground, they called it. Faultline had seen execution chambers with a friendlier atmosphere.

She adjusted the strap of her bulletproof vest, her sharp eyes scanning the room as capes gathered under the flickering ...

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - HANNAH

The docks were eerily silent. The Wards and Hannah—Miss Militia—stood in a loose circle, catching their breath as their eyes darted toward the empty space where Francis had stood moments ago, Superman’s word the only thing preventing her from stopping him. She stood rigid, her weapon lowere...

INTERLUDE

Clark Kent wandered down the cracked streets of Brockton Bay, his hands tucked into the pockets of a worn, second-hand jacket he’d picked up at a local thrift store. The city felt like a place that had been gutted and left to fester. Buildings stood in various stages of decay, their facades str...

GOKU VS LEVIATHAN ONE-SHOT

The sky over Brockton Bay churned with black storm clouds, punctuated by torrential rain that turned streets into rivers. Leviathan loomed in the harbor, its massive, serpentine form rising out of the ocean like an ancient god. Its glowing eyes burned with cold malice, and every movement sent wav...

CHAPTER SIXTEEN - FRANCIS

Francis Krouse adjusted his top hat as he stepped onto the uneven asphalt of Brockton Bay’s Docks. He took a long drag from his cigarette, the red glow lighting up his face as he exhaled into the briny night air. He was out here of his own accord—the other members of the Travelers engaged els...

CHAPTER FIFTEEN - DENNIS

Dennis felt the familiar weight of his costume as he adjusted the clasps at his wrist, the subtle hum of the clock mechanisms on his chest reminding him of his role. The Wards’ HQ was unusually tense today, a sharp contrast to the usual undercurrent of banter and camaraderie that kept them all ...

CHAPTER FOURTEEN - CHERIE

Brockton Bay was alive with suffering, salt, and rust. To Cherie Vasil, it wasn’t just a city—it was a symphony. She leaned against a crumbling brick wall in the warehouse district, reveling in the melodies that only she could hear. The discordant cries of the city played in her mind: sharp b...

CHAPTER THIRTEEN - DINAH

The world had been spinning for as long as Dinah Alcott could remember. It wasn’t the world around her, though—it was her mind, a carousel of thoughts she couldn’t escape, a tight knot she couldn’t untangle. The worst part? She had gotten used to it. Used to the spinning, the hunger for t...

CHAPTER TWELVE - DEAN

Dean Stansfield had made peace with the moment he chose to die.

The wave had loomed above him, an unstoppable force of nature. Vista had been frozen in place, distracted and utterly defenseless. Without thinking, he’d shielded her with his body, projecting every ounce of his power to crea...

INTERLUDE

Max Anders sat in his office, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting long shadows over the polished mahogany. The world outside was in chaos—Brockton Bay was still reeling from Leviathan’s attack, the Protectorate’s authority was stretched thin, and the remnants of the Endbringer battle lef...