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Two universes. Two monsters. One impossible bond. When a multiversal cataclysm shatters the mind of Wanda Maximoff, she is cast across the stars and regressed into a terrified child. She wakes not in the arms of an Avenger, but in the heart of the Koprulu Sector-found by the one being who understands the weight of a monstrous legacy: Sarah Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades. Wanda's "Chaos Magic" is more than just power; to the Zerg, it is a reality-warping pathogen that defies evolution. While the Hive Mind demands her assimilation and the Terran Dominion hunts her as a weapon, Kerrigan feels a long-buried human spark flicker to life. For the first time, the Queen of the Swarm isn't looking for a soldier-she's looking for a daughter. As Wanda's memories of a tragic past begin to return, her unstable magic starts to reshape the Swarm itself. Kerrigan must now lead a rebellion against her own nature to protect the child "outside of fate." In a galaxy defined by war, they will prove that even the most destructive powers can find redemption through the family we choose.

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.

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Stuff that makes sense when you think about it, sometimes when you don't. She was my muse. Madness is the gift that she gave me.

Everyone has a story to tell, made from the moments in the lives we share. Consequently, every person has their own perspective, their own subjective experiences, and thereby, their own subjective realities. Even if the exact same story is told by two people, the details from one will differ in the other. Reed and Lumina share their lives together, but each of them came from different backgrounds; each of them went through their own unique experiences. Reed is a human being like everyone else on Earth. Lumina is an Altiri, like every one in Genosis. Both are aliens to their own world, and both have seen their own source of immense darkness in their time. The other side of the same story might sound similar at a quick glance, but in the depths of every personal reality, very little is ever the same. Welcome to the far side of the universe, in a safe corner of the world you've probably heard nothing about. Welcome ~ to Genosis. Welcome ~ to The Other Side.

Two male Ancestors are in love. They are also inseparable. They both have one girl friend and she is all the way supportive of these two. But what happens when the two begin to experience people trying to separate them? Will their relationship live? Or will it end up torn apart?

The grand doors were a barrier separating the average from the peculiar and it was the sort of threshold that enchanted you forwards, drew you closer until you could feel the spark of something great beyond. At first glance it left you curious and the more you tried to ignore the curiousity it seeped into your thoughts and settled in your bones until you had to find out what was on the other side. Most people go for a good time, I go because somehow I'm more special than I thought. Being special isn't all it's cracked up to be especially when being special could be the thing that leaves you a husk of a human on the side of the road. I can only hope that I'll figure out how to avoid that for me.

Ever wonder where your dreams go when you wake? Imagine if they drifted off, coalescing with the dreams of others to create a constantly shifting realm of imagination and memories. That is the realm that Shade the Scarecrow and Cole the Wanderer set off to explore. What begins as a simple research expedition escalates into a fight for survival and revelation. ---------------------------------- This is a work based on a D&D campaign I ran with my friends for 4 years (though it is not a "campaign journal"). It's part of a series of novellas I wrote for my players to let them know what their characters are up to. Naturally this means that it was written with the intent that the reader was already familiar with the world. I have done my best to adapt the story for new readers and included footnotes for lore that does not outright speak for itself. If you enjoy this, consider going to my main blog (taleofchampions.wordpress.com) where you can read the appendices and see new chapters early. Thank you for your time. ~-~smzippyy

A fanfiction based off of Andrew Hussie's Homestuck. I do not own Homestuck, the cover photo, or any of the characters except Sybil and the reader.

Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Welcome to Psionic Academy, a prestigious school for those with superhuman abilities, where students expand their knowledge and train their psychokinetic powers. But there is more to the Academy than meets the eye. Despite its flawless exterior, the school faces dark threats from a ruthless and enigmatic organization. Shane lives a fairly normal, average life... until the day he realizes he is Psionic, bestowed powerful abilities ranging from Electrokinesis to Telepathy, through advanced genetic engineering. Whisked away to Psionic Academy, Shane is forced to adapt fast to a variety of new subjects, from Kinesis Training to Bondling Care. The mid-year examinations are looming, combined with the threat of a mysterious and dangerous organization called the Onyx League, who wish to control all of the Psionic world. And there is the threat within him. Will he be able to control his newfound powers? It's going to be a long year for Shane and his new friends. High school is always hard. There are tests to study for, relationships to juggle, and bullies to avoid. But if you think your school is hard, try going to Psionic Academy. Ranked #5 Science Fiction, 15/04/2018 Hit 100K reads, 20/04/2018

"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*

Garrick is an Element Lord of earth. since he was a kid, he's been able to control the earth with a thought. When his father learned this, he begged Garrick to stop using his abilities, to keep him from being exiled along with his whole family. Garrick in turn leaves, preferring the dangerous wasteland over a restrictive kingdom.

The world is on the cusp of change, and one man intends to drag it over the edge whether it wants to come or not. Derek Peter Goetz. Those three words can hold very different connotations to many people. To some he is a peerless visionary unlike anything the world has seen before, who will change everything we are and will be in the future. To others he is a madman bent on remaking the world in his image through the use of stolen technology he has no right to monopolize. Anyone who knows him will tell you how dangerous and unpredictable he can be. Everyone will tell you he should be treated with extreme caution. And yet not even the people closest to him can tell you what, exactly, he hopes to achieve. When asked, he only responds with a sly, knowing grin and a two simple words: "An end." DPG Labs tells the story of Derek Peter Goetz, the man who would change the world. DPG Labs is science run amok. Genetically engineered monsters roam the uncharted areas of a recovered research facility, both fighting for and against the people who work there. Two diametrically opposed AI's, a shackled cyber god and a relentless hive mind each prepare to assimilate the other. Weapons capable of changing the very nature of warfare are appearing in the hands of criminal organizations across the globe; one of which seems to be unusually organized. Two groups that want Goetz dead for their own reasons are pushed past a line that shouldn't be crossed. Humans with strange abilities are showing up all over the world, but almost as soon as they are identified mysterious agents pick them up and they are never heard from again. DPG Labs is many things. But most importantly it is a beginning. NOTE: Address all of your comments to the me from two and a half years ago. He wrote this, not me.

Chance and Trey are the leaders of the Young hero team called the Children of Justice

This Is The Story Of How I Met Silas Vantas. If You Would Like To Read It, You Are Welcome To. Maybe You Will Learn How The Signless Came To Be. Maybe You Will Learn That A Child's Upbringing Can Effect Their Entire Life. If You Learn Anything Or Nothing, I Hope You Enjoy This Story. -Dolorosa Maryam

A fanfiction following the ancestors on Alternia. I'll be following the basic storyline that we know and fleshing it out with details as I go. This is a very rough draft and when I finish the basic writing for everything I'll go back and add more detail and clean it up.

Wigston might seem like a normal town, but don't be fooled. It has lots of secrets, and Maisie has all the secrets in her power. Maisie Pederson is a 17 year old girl who lives in a complex, Onusons. With neighbors who she's known her whole life. But with everyone having been a "guinea pig" to experiments there bound to come out a little different. However, Maisie seems to be normal.

Six years have passed since the Eternal Crown Marker shard shattered on Aegis VII. From that cataclysm emerged a power both god-like and unstoppable, its influence leeching into the farthest reaches of deep space. A new era of horror has dawned-one where the line between man and monster dissolves, and survival demands more than defiance. It demands transformation. Three destinies now intertwine amid a collapsing galaxy: The Avenger, driven by vengeance sharper than any blade. The Shaper, whose iron will can bend flesh and fate alike. The Wrath Incarnate, born of rage so pure it reshapes worlds. Each bears the ghost of Isaac Clarke's legacy, yet none remain linked to his destiny. This is not a remake. This is Dead Space-Awakened reimagined. Dive deeper into the Marker mythos, encounter brand-new terrors, and face the ultimate question: What happens when the nightmare doesn't just change the world... but changes who we are?