Aasimar Stories

I POSTED THE PARTS WRONG, FIND CH 1 PLEASE 😂🤍 Jäger does not remember who she was before the Archangel Program, now formed into the perfect weapon. She now lives by one simple rule, obey the music. At HQ, every mission, memory, and heartbeat is dictated by the strum of a lute. As fractions of memories begin to piece back together, Jäger must do what she can to blend in and survive.

This book writes about the adventures of the Hexbane Guild, a world based on a real life DnD campaign where the members consists of a Barbarian Tiefling from a notable family, a Stone Goliath Fighter who cannot wield a weapon, a Fallen Aasimar "Edgelord" Warlock, and a Kitty Shifter Bard (people pleaser). Later, Orren, Vestige of Failure joins the guild as a Reborn Human Grave Cleric. The four cursed members are led by the Hexbane Guild to fight the curses they have been victims to, accomplishing each of their own goals in the process. [Story updates after every session in real life taken.] [We have a WIP map drawn by Hemon :) ] [No NSFW]

"No! No, you can't do this!" Hjall felt the cold chains bind his arms and neck with a sickening clang. "You Monster!" Hjall growled, his sharp fangs bared as his muscles tensed. His matted dreadlocked hair fell in his face. His eyes narrowed as his pupil molded into slits. "Restrain him!" the chains tightened as he roared. "Monster, such a wretched creature" The Fater insulted. Hjall stopped fighting, almost taken aback from those words. The Fater watched as the guardsman forced him down. "Hjall Stormwrecker, I hereby send you to the barracks until your sentence is decided." The tall Half-Orc guards hauled him on his feet. Hjall easily towered over both, surprisingly enough. They brought him down beneath the kingdom. They slowly trekked the cells, Hjall looking down at each wretched soul. Soon, he would be just another wretched soul, just like them. The Orcs stopped, throwing him in the cell. Before he could do anything, the cell door locked behind him. Hjall sighed, the sound seemingly trailing through the entire hall. The rough atmosphere was cold, damp, and the air smelled of musty clothes and old stone. The tall Aasimar observed his cell. It was a small 5 by 7-foot cell, barely enough space for one human, let alone a 7'2 Aasimar. The bed was uneven cuts of wood slabbed together. There were no windows, making the cell's tone very isolated. Hjall sat on the rickety wooden stool they had for comfort. Hjall felt the exterior for his bed when he put his weight on it. He sat there for a while, nothing on his mind. He rubbed his scars on his face and arms. "LEAVE HIM ALONE! DON'T YOU DARE HARM HIM!" "WATCH HIM SUFFER!" Hjall closed his eyes, clutching himself as he sat in the far corner. His heart beating faster and faster. Hjall Stormwrecker was terrified of the dark. (I do not own the Character design. All rights go to their rightful owner)

An origin story for Ava au Nieva - an Aasimar Warlock of the Archfey patron. When her celestial-blessing is mistaken for a curse, Ava is exiled to the Northwoods, where she is found and raised by an eccentric weaver. As she grows and discovers latent threads of power within herself, something quietly beckons to her... Has she found her calling? Or is she being recruited by forces more sinister? ****** Ava is a D&D character I've played in a couple of one-shot games. She was inspired by this coloring book picture I made during the pandemic and I accidentally got carried away with her backstory :) For anyone that's seen "She-ra and the Princesses of Power," you may recognize a certain support character... I found her inspiring and slightly adapted her to help Ava in her origin story :P Character sheet: https://www.dndbeyond.com/profile/MustangOfMars/characters/51087049

Before I start. i would like to say this is a self insert, and on another note, I just want to say that this is blazai, I need more, so I desided to write some, I don't do regular uploads, I have multiple projects that I am doing, and I prefer to take my time with what I write. Anyways if your unfamiliar with the fan fic, that I am making a fan fic of, which I doubt, then the owner of the original fan fic is Allegory_for_hatred on AO3. the fanfics are called magic and mystery and coil, if you haven't read it I highly recommend reading it. Now story wise, to start it will be the third year, and I might continue to the last year but it depends on how I'm feeling when I get to it. It will follow the story lines of the films and books, slightly, so third year with Sirius, forth year, the tri wizard tornimant, fifth year, with Umbitch, sixth year, Snape stuff, Seventh year, The deathly Hallows jig. I'd obviously need to change reasonings for things and other stuff, but you get the idea.

Captured as a baby and raised in isolation to be a sacrifice for a gruesome ritual, Celeste was the sole survivor of the children she saw as her siblings. Now, thrown into the real world, she finds herself in a town called Mirkwood. As she struggles to adapt, she kept a journal to make sense of her thoughts. This, dear reader, are those very pages.

Welcome to a retelling of my D&D campaign, where in this story, my oc Nyleiah is the main character! Nyleiah is a high elf who, after leaving her parents and going out on an adventure, started her own life in a small village. She began to cultivate that village, and the people were so grateful to her, they named it Alavia in her honor. Nyleiah's life is going great, she has the status of a noble and the people love her. Except something's missing...and Nyleiah wants to find out what it is. Will Nyleiah make it back to her village alive and well? Join her on an adventure outside the village! She makes new friends, overcomes obstacles, fights battles, and has fun! This story will have a regular release schedule. A new chapter will be coming out every week, sometime after every Wednesday. (This is subject to change, because there might be weeks when we don't have the club, or if the DM is out for the day.) All ocs are created by my friends, besides Nyleiah, who belongs to me. Original story is developed by CrimsonDragonX3, our Dungeon Master. PERMANENTLY CANCELLED

When Etrinic returns for the summer after his first year of college, Lev expects to see the snarky, round-cheeked, lanky, slightly awkward Etrinic he calls his best friend. What he does not expect to see is that, over the nine months they've been apart, Etrinic has become hot. Really hot. Like, super mega ultra extra special amazing literally-once-in-an-actual-lifetime hot.

Dive into the world of Dungeos and Dragons and follow a young Aasimar called Keylynn and find out how a normal ceremony turned evil.

A collection of origin stories for some of the most eclectic adventurers. Written for the intention of being used as a Player Character for Dungeons and Dragons. Many of these characters have lead me through the grandest of adventures. I hope you can enjoy the simplicity of these flowers before they were given a chance to bloom. Disclaimer: I have yet to actually face a Beholder.

Leilani Iris is a young aasimar girl who was made to connect with the sin, Wrath. She tries to use this given power for good as to go against him and show she's not as bad as others may think with the symbol. Join her on the adventure in hopes to save the ones she loves and cares for. This story is a bit interactive for readers. While you read think dnd skills and proficiencies. Some might be more noticeable then others and no idea on the skill check, ability, or spell is to big! Feel free to give me your thoughts on what you find if you would like. These are original characters that I've made with the occasional one from a friend of mine. Please enjoy! Also most pictures will be by me and I will ask you ask to use them for your own things. If it's not mine I will put that in the chapter if the chapter has a photo. I will warn. I love to write but am not the greatest at it so I do apologize for grammar things or anything like that.

Loosely based off of a Dungeons and Dragons Campaign! The lives of four strangers converging as their destinies intertwine. From mystical creatures to mysterious ooze, hi jinks ensue.

If you know anything about D&D, you would know that an Aasimar is usually not a rouge but a paladin. They are 'half angels' or celestial beings. However, this isn't the case for a character I created while playing a game of D&D and I figured I should write her a story about all the adventures that she has done and all the friends she has made. Even the mistake of making love to a half dragon. Description below: Casted down to the material plains wasn't hard enough for Justice, she literally came falling out of the sky in a roaring fire ball. If it wasn't for two random strangers and a village full of people, she could have easily be sent to her doom in less than a few minutes upon entering the material plains. Justice was an Aasimar, not just a normal Aasimar though. She had horns, tail, goat like legs from the upper thighs down. She could have been mistaken as a Tiefling if it wasn't the fact of her angelic wings. This Aasimar had saw something that she shouldn't have and now is on the run from her father; Alafax, the god of war and tyranny and won't hesitate to kill his only daughter that he knows of due to what she had seen and has been accused of. She had been framed for the murder of her brother. Now she is literally falling to the material plain with no luck of surviving. When she hits the ground, she will quickly splatter into millions of cells from within her body and that would be the end of it. At least, that's what she thought...

Marked with a scar on her left eye and his on the right, two siblings seek out to find answers as to why they were chosen by an ancient god.

A group of unlikely friends team up to form an adventuring party and wander the world trying to survive and figure out where their next meal will come from all while trying to overcome demons from their past.

This is my first story, let me know what I can improve. In the land of Altiac, things look bad, and war makes things worse. A mercenary named Adrian is disliked for his lack of heart and motivations for money, but when he meets an Aasimar named Vivian, that might change.

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There are many things all beings wish to forget, sentient or not. Sarphlies simply wished she was never allowed the prowess of remembrance. Unfaithful roots were the cause of evil many times, but Sarphlies as a whole was unholy. Anger ran deep...

Reszira Wysacyne (Nyx) is an half eleven women who grew up with in a small town on the boarding of two neighboring countries. Her life took an unexpected turn when she discovers her affinity for using magic connected to the shadow plane. Is this connection be a saving grace or her undoing.

Father Guthrie Osteen officiated his favorite devotee as the leader of his flock. Renesmee, his little mortal angel, is unaware of what this process would entail.