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(AV) KHEPRI

Khepri.

That was the name she’d settled on.

It hadn’t been her first choice. Or her second. Honestly, it hadn't even been a serious contender. She’d added it to her shortlist more as filler than anything else. Too obscure, she’d thought. A little dramatic even. And, okay, mayb...

(GMR) CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: FORGING THE FUTURE

Greg stared down at his notebook, its lined pages filled with doodles of swords, gears, folding joints, and some truly terrible attempts at sketching guns. The edge of his pencil had worn down to a stub, the eraser long sacrificed to half-finished math problems and frustrated brainstorming.

(THO) CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Amy didn’t question the first day she wasn’t called in.

Brockton Bay’s hospital system was a mess at the best of times. Schedules changed without warning. Shifts were shuffled last-minute. Paperwork got lost. And she, more often than not, was expected to be the fallback plan. So a day...

(SHATTERPOINT) CAUTION

The van rattled down an old industrial road, its frame shuddering over every pothole, and its muffler coughing and sputtering every few minutes. But it kept going, and that was all that mattered. 

Anakin kept one hand steady on the wheel, the other hovering near a scavenged pistol—a ...

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: REVELATION

Taylor didn’t know what to expect when Armsmaster called her to his office.

It wasn’t the first time. Since she had become a Ward, he’d summoned her regularly for training reviews, tactical debriefs, or one-on-one evaluations when he wanted to test the limits of her power in a control...

(AAA…) LEAST HE CAN DO

Danny Hebert was pulled violently from sleep by a sound he hadn’t heard in years: a scream.

It wasn’t the startled cry of a child jolted by a bad dream. This was raw, panicked, and animalistic. It tore through the quiet of the house, reverberating down the hallway and shatterin...

(PU) TENSION WITH AUTHORITY

Naruto sat cross-legged in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Principal Blackwell’s office, idly spinning a pencil between his fingers.

Naruto sat cross-legged in the uncomfortable plastic chair outside Principal Blackwell’s office, idly spinning a pencil between his fingers. He wo...

(AV) A CHANCE TO PROVE HIMSELF

Eric Pelham knew he wasn’t the first name that came to mind when people thought of New Wave. Or the second. Or the fifth. Or even the ninth. But he’d learned to live with that.

Mostly.

Sure, he was a hero. He’d inherited a power set almost identical to his mom’s and o...

(GMR) CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE REVEAL

A voice broke the silence at last, soft, trembling, and achingly familiar.  “You’re not like the Butcher.” Greg’s head snapped up, eyes dart

A voice broke the silence at last, soft, trembling, and achingly familiar.

"You're not like the Butcher."

Greg's head snapp...

(THO) CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Emily Piggot had always been a woman who thrived on control.

A necessary trait for commanding the capes under her watch. The foundation of every choice she made, every strategy she executed. A shield she wore every single day because she’d learned early, as a field agent and later as a di...

(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE IV: REALIZATION

Sophia Hess was no stranger to dread. She knew what it felt like to lie to her mom about where she spent her nights. She knew the cold weight of a weapon hidden inside her puffy jacket as she ducked down alleys, hoping for an excuse to use it. She knew the thrill of violence, the clarity it broug...

ANNOUNCEMENT CONCERNING CHAPTERS

Updates will return as scheduled from next week. I've just been off for these past few days, and I apologise for only updating three stories instead of five or six.

(PU) SMALL WINS

It happened during the second round of paired drills. Taylor wasn’t partnered with Greg or with anyone today. She’d spent most of class work

It happened during the second round of paired drills.

Taylor wasn’t partnered with Greg or with anyone today. She’d spent most of class ...

(GMR) CHAPTER FIFTEEN: DOUBTS

The bus rumbled beneath him, its worn shocks groaning with every pothole, but doing nothing to soothe Greg’s nerves. He sat near the back, h

The bus rumbled beneath him, its worn shocks groaning with every pothole, but doing nothing to soothe Greg's nerves. He sat near the back, hood draw...

ANNOUNCMENT ABOUT YOUR FAVOURITE STORIES!!!

I have three announcements to make:

• I know everyone’s aware by now that The “S” Stands For Hope is currently on a hiatus (heh), but don't despair. It will be back soon, and until then, Again And Again And Again… will take its place (it is also available for Supporter of The ...

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(AV) A NAME WORTH SAYING

Taylor didn’t want to fight the PRT. She wanted to prove them wrong.

There was a difference.

She wasn’t looking to bring down the system, wasn't aiming for revenge, or some petty, drawn-out feud against the heroes. What she wanted was something decidedly harder, ...

(AAA…) 4:37

Taylor Hebert woke up at 4:37 AM.

The red digits of her alarm clock glared at her through the darkness, bright and perfectly still except for the steady blink between the hours and minutes. 

It wasn't the time she normally woke—she didn’t even remember setting it—and yet he...

(SHATTERPOINT) A LUCKY BREAK

They came fast, just as Skidmark had screamed for them to. At least a dozen, maybe more, spilled out from the warehouse’s broad industrial doors in a disorganized, frothing wave of noise and aggression, teeth bared and weapons raised. 

Some carried knives, dirty and no doubt dull, or...

(THO) CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Taylor sat on the floor of a bedroom in Gojo’s apartment, knees drawn close to her chest, and hands wedged between them so tightly they trembled. The room was warm and quiet, peaceful even, but no amount of silence could soften the sound of Brian’s shallow breathing.

He lay in the bed a...

(LIMITLESS) INTERLUDE III: JUDGMENT

Director Emily Piggot sat behind her desk, spine rigid, and hands steepled beneath her chin as she read through the files glowing on her tablet.

Madison Clements’ statement; a timeline analysis; a review of Sophia Hess’s disciplinary record; and Armsmaster’s personal report, annotated...

(AV) PLAN B

The costume had taken her months.

It had started as a heroic obsession, made with spider silk spun in the basement and monitored in the quiet hours between school and sleep, one of the only things she could control. Dyed in the kitchen sink when her father was absent, the bodysuit was a was...

(PU) SELF-DEFENCE

Taylor Hebert wasn’t sure when it had happened, when gym class stopped being a chore and started to feel like… something else. Not fun, exac

Taylor Hebert wasn’t sure when it had happened, when gym class stopped being a chore and started to feel like… something else. Not fun 2025-06-20 09:30:45 +0000 UTC View Post