Psionic Stories

Genevieve is the youngest daughter of the Rainbow Queen. Though she lacks the magical power her mother and siblings wield, she works hard to create her own legacy and a future she could be proud of. Anime Crossover OC: Yu-Gi-Oh DM Yu-Gi-Oh GX Yu-Gi-Oh 5Ds Yu-Gi-Oh Zexal Yu-Gi-Oh Arc-V Yu-Gi-Oh Vrains Precure Sailor Moon Bakugan

Isaac Clarke thought he understood darkness-until grief and technology fused into something altogether new. When the wrong piece of alien machinery embedded itself in the right scar, a dormant intelligence awoke. It bears a name: Baelgar. It remembers every lie. It wears every sorrow as armor. Across shattered worlds and dying empires, Baelgar stalks the bones of cults and corporations alike, learning, adapting, devouring. It no longer whispers for the Markers-it speaks for itself. And it's listening. Dead Space-The Age of Extinction pushes beyond the familiar corridors of fear into a vast, reimagined cosmos. Here, survival is only the opening gambit. Fresh factions vie for power in the Marker's shadow; horrors beyond our nightmares awaken; and the true cost of confronting cosmic terror is revealed. This is not just Dead Space retold-it is Dead Space reborn, darker, bolder, and more profoundly unsettling. Because the real question isn't whether you can escape fear...but what fear becomes when it takes form.

(Posting to RoyalRoad) The price of loyalty is pain. After a vastly destructive war, Terra has been obliterated and humanity forced to spread through known space, outsiders in the galactic community that fears their talent for violence. A servant of the alien Hegemony, the psionic sensitive Shay finds herself torn apart, left to bear the blame of an atrocity she did not commit. With the clock ticking on a stolen biological weapon, she becomes a fugitive hunting the traitors who would do the unthinkable. The pursuit comes with the aid of an eclectic starship crew, but when worlds collide, loyalties blur. When all she wants is the truth to be known, Shay must confront a much larger web of lies and danger than she could have ever expected.

she did not speak. She pressed against me, and her touch was not flesh, but a direct current of nerve impulses, flooding my brain with a light so brilliant it was almost painful. Every dormant synapse fired, every forgotten memory blazed. It was a resurrection of the self. My wife's scream, sharp and terrified from the bedroom, rent the air. The Pari fled, dissolving back into the graveyard mist from which she was spun. But she came voluntarily, too. For union. Once, she appeared as a greenish-yellow aura, a pulsing, sentient light. It coalesced into a form with circular, bat-like wings-my Exu Morcego nature reflected back at me. She was Mohni Rani, the enchanter. Another time, she was Sitara, the star. A violet, Virgoan figure with a perfectly cylindrical face, serene and intellectual, holding a slender wand. In that union, the eroticism was not of the body, but of pure consciousness meeting itself in a hall of mirrors. And what of the ultimate siddhi? Amaratwa. Resurrection. It is the simplest shift of all. To die, you must be present. So, when the moment of death arrives, you simply cease to be present. You slip through the callous a second before the bullet or the disease or the years can claim you. You travel beneath, gather the vital force from the eternal uterine source, and return to a vessel-your own, renewed, or another's. It is not conquering death, but outmaneuvering it. A cosmic game of hide-and-seek. So, here I sit, a composite of all my selves. The child who escaped a beating. The soldier who escaped a firing squad. The lover who rewrote reality for an embrace. The conjurer who gave form to a goddess. The bat who flies through the pores of creation. I am Haschem and Exu, the foetus of the creatress in a state of divine contemplation, and the old man writing this down.

A epic tale set in the far flung future. The tale of two men from different galaxies. The mighty forces that their hold on would change the face of three mighty races.

I've lived my life raised by Troll named Dolorasa, my mother and Raised with another troll named Signless, My Morail. When old enough, we went to sought out follower to bring peace between highbloods like me and lowbloods like signless. During the travel I've met some one....well others...Psiioniic and Disciple, who joined to find the peace everyone deserves. But I don't feel safe. I feel followed. Followed by someone or something that may want My friends and I dead.

The Old World died an Age ago, destroyed by Mankind's hunger for progression. Now, after the Nephilim and old nations have fallen, what is left is a New-Born World. These lands are now filled with the remaining humans and their mutated-kin, the Corpoid Machines, insectoid Kaitin, and the genetic monstrosities that hunt them all. This a compendium of multiple tales and perspectives from across the Wasteland of North America, most chapters being a new story and new character.

This is going to be a short one, it is just a book about me and also what I plan to do regarding certain future plans.

"Behold the origin story of the famed heroes, Allendra Cahosse and Paliborn Quickhand, two of the Seven Harbingers, whose arrival heralded a new age of great impact on the World of Aerkha. Their unique friendship, forged between a halfling and a young girl, was tested to its limits through a long and treacherous chase, amidst the shadows of darkness and despair. A fellowship of stalwart heroes, led by a valiant halfling, accompanied by a Quanas Elf wizard and a Galanadel Elf ranger, will clash against an evil company, commanded by a dark cleric, bolstered by a horde of Orcs and Ogres, an assassin Mist Elf, and a fighter Mist Elf. Their grueling pursuit begins in the depths of the seas and ends within a lost temple, concealed within the heart of a desert. But can an ancient legend come to life, and a forgotten god, Shah Maran, awaken from its thousand-year slumber? Author's Note to Reader: Dear reader, the Origins of The Seven series comprises separate volumes that delve into the backgrounds of each of the seven heroes. There is no prescribed reading order. This book marks my third attempt in the last fifteen years, but the first to be published here or anywhere. Previously, I was hesitant to share my work, but now I am eager to receive any criticism. Therefore, dear reader, I implore you to provide your comments freely. Your thoughts are invaluable to me. Thank you in advance, and I hope you relish this tale.

You, the Signless, and Psiioniic spend your last night together, and it's far from pretty.

Bradley Perkins High school popular kid finds deeper history in his family then intended.

A la edad de 22 años me convertí en mamá de un teenager de 16 años.

Getting thrown into the past with your relative would be bad enough, mix that with the chance of getting killed by a crazy sea empress and things start to get out of hand.

When you go to work and get cornered during one of your walks, and it wasn't a human attacking you, you were saved by a mysterious stranger and tells you about some organization to "paranormal" for you to even think existed. Hey guys, I've decided to try something new, a story based on YOUR CHOICES, in the comments below I will list choices of new chapters and I will add one based on the one with the most votes. If no one likes the choices than feel free to suggest, just PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST,...... don't go overboard, this is a privilege let's not abuse it (if I can't write about it I will let you know). If nothing gets voted for by the end of the week then I will continue the main storyline.

Wanting to impress Dinorah Leijon, Silas Vantas adopts two young trolls, Kankri and Karkat. His friend, Simon Captor, tells him he won't last more than a month. Silas is sure he can last at least a year.

Stories and headcanons of the troll that are humans. Love, drama, family, and friendships. So enjoy

"The Keth will burn the galaxy. They won't stop until we are rock and ash, orbiting the stars." Mankind thought they were alone in space. Now, the desperate citizens of Sector 19 watch as an aggressive alien race casts terrifying images in the atmospheres of outlying worlds. After eight days, the so-called Keth set the planets to burn. The Galactic Council is distant and slow-moving, so the sector's desperate senate seeks aid from the Focus Templars, an elite order of psionics with rigorous ethical and martial training. For Templar Zahael, one of the collective's strongest telepaths in generations, the alien threat was an exciting chance to prove himself...until the reality of war, and the trauma of an unexpected new power, leave him with nothing but a vengeance and a small crew of broken Templar outcasts. *Updates TUESDAYS*

In the dreambubbles, you're bound to meet all sorts of interesting characters.