No one knows where Wemmbu came from. Not his birthplace. Not his family. Not his species . Not even his real name. In a world where every player leaves behind a trail of records, stories, and mistakes, Wemmbu stands as an impossible anomaly-a figure whose past has never been found and whose secrets have remained buried for longer than anyone can remember. To the people of the Unstable SMP, he is a legend. One of the strongest players to ever walk the server. A strategist, a killer, a mystery wrapped in silence. Yet beneath the calm smile and carefully crafted lies lies a truth older than the world itself. Because Wemmbu was never who he claimed to be. As forgotten memories begin to surface and cracks spread through the foundations of reality, the hidden identity he spent centuries concealing threatens to unravel. The name buried beneath countless masks carries the weight of fallen heavens, lost civilizations, and a song that should have never been heard again. Some secrets are hidden to protect the world. Others are hidden because the world would not survive the truth.

Wemmbu felt exhaustion creep in like a creeper stalking him through the shadows, getting closer with every heartbeat, waiting to explode. He looked up. Flame was standing on a stone block, calm, deadly, unrelenting. Wemmbu knew he was outmatched... but getting caught wasn't an option. He refused. Maybe... maybe he could fake it again. Not the invisible knight this time - that mask was shattered the moment Flame and Parrot revealed it. He scanned his inventory. Calm. Calculating. Smirk creeping across his face. With a practiced flick, he opened his elytra and shot skyward. Ignoring the arrow that pierced it, he propelled himself as high as he could, counting rockets - ten. Ten chances to put the distance between him and the render limit, to vanish from sight. And then... he grabbed the fishing rod. The one relic left to him, rotting in his inventory since the Mafia days. He flicked it with precision. One pull, one perfect swing. And just like that, he was gone. Do you want me to do that next? Authors note: This book is not for 17 below. Due to regulations and policies, this story contains some sexual chapters. Psychological and some small self harm. Read at your own risk and don't continue if the following stated is something you don't like.

Wemmbu in his invisible knight arc, instead of going invisible he turns into a form nobody knows about. A Nightfury from Httyd. He has purple marks scattered around his body. He is wounded after a fight and a certain fire born individual finds the dragon and takes it in.

hi this is my first ever fanfic of about a ship and i am so sorry if i was delaying time anyways Flame x Wemmbu yass i will include any ideas from any of my readers

Rejoice died to Wardens, and all of this...was Jaden's fault. Wemmbu hate him, so much, his entire being hate Jaden, then why does his heart beat faster when Jaden is near him. and the worst part in this? it's that SOMEHOW that admins (nobody understand why is there admins on Unstable) decided to make everyone live in the same house!? and guess what? Jaden, Flame and Wemmbu are roomates!!! YAY rivals and ennemies! all together how bad could it go? So right now Wemmbu is currently laying on the couch while his bestfriend Eggchan tie his hair in a ponytail to calm him down until Jaden enter the room.