Faoraul Stories

"You want to come in." It wasn't a question; it was a bold statement. He raised an eyebrow and felt her stiffen, although his body betrayed him when he thought about... No, no, he wouldn't think about that. "Is it an invitation?" "No," he responded automatically. However, she didn't hesitate and only smiled crookedly, with that confident and annoying expression. "You wouldn't regret it, you know." She leaned casually against the door frame, which only brought her closer to him, and stared him right in the eyes, with that look of mischief but something more behind it, that something more making him tense and clench his jaw. Note: A gender-bender Nessian fanfic.

What if Kal-El wasn't the last born kryptonian, what if there was another that was born and evacuated off Krypton. What will happen when not only Kal-El but also General Zod find out that wasn't the only one.

"Are you going to stay there the whole time?" Alex dared to ask, his form resembling Suriel in the shadows, as if he were a bogeyman. With his arms crossed and a curious look on his face, he watched Feyre with a brush in her hand and a white canvas in front of her. "You'd better sit down; if you faint, and Tamlin comes in and sees me here with you passed out, it's goodbye to my tea and afternoon coffee." "I'm fine..." Feyre breathed. "I just need a moment." Alex furrowed his brow. "You need therapy, that's what you need." Waking up as a Suriel shapeshifter in a realm full of fairies and humans wasn't exactly what Alex had in mind for the weekend, but what can you do? Suriels can't complain. Plus, he apparently had the luck of having a partnership bond? Geez.

When a Kryptonian scout ship tears through the atmosphere and crashes into the frozen peaks of the Romanian Carpathians, the balance of power in Mother Miranda's valley is shattered forever. Faora-Ul, the ruthless Sub-Commander of the Kryptonian military, finds herself stripped of her crew and her mission, her god-like powers dampened by the thick mountain mists and the absence of a yellow sun. Found in the wreckage by the towering and aristocratic Lady Alcina Dimitrescu, Faora is brought to Castle Dimitrescu-not as a guest, but as a curiosity to be studied. What begins as a cold clash between alien technology and ancient mutation evolves into a dangerous alliance. As the two "monsters" find common ground in their shared histories of servitude and sacrifice, they begin to plot a rebellion that will pit them against the other Lords, the mechanical armies of Heisenberg, and the god-like wrath of Mother Miranda herself. In a world where blood is currency and evolution is a curse, a fallen star and a winter rose must learn to trust one another. To save the valley-and themselves-they will have to bridge the gap between two worlds and decide what it truly means to be human. This story is intended for mature audiences and explores dark themes consistent with the Gothic horror of the Resident Evil universe and the high-stakes violence of the Man of Steel film. Readers should expect graphic depictions of visceral combat, body horror, and supernatural mutations. Sexual content between two female characters. The narrative includes scenes of physical and psychological trauma, the consumption of blood, and mature romantic themes between complex, morally grey protagonists. Viewer discretion is advised for those sensitive to dark atmospheric tension and stylized violence.