Psyker Stories

Lunatic Psyker always gets his win one way or another, "Already giving in? Now isn't that entertaining, pathetic like the rest." A challenger finally come up to stand against him, "Oh now this will be fun!~" Now wanting to always win against them will force them to finally stand up against him, "As I thought, pathetic as always, try after when you get better." Will anger win against his egotistic cocky nature? Or will he be to much for them? "Oh you think you can win against me, that's cute. I like having fun with you, as my Plaything since it rather suits you."

"You must became a great villain to fight with a real evil" Disclaimer : I don't own any characters and storyline of villain to kill. I changed some sequence for this story.

When no tienes nada que hacer cx ok no xD Hi guys uwu/ enjoy it :3 something created by my imagination qwq in this story there are three of my favorite characters in Elsword :) It's about a short battle with Add, Lu, Ciel and Ain against Pepsiman. I was really creative and motivated 🌿🍀 when I wrote this story 7u7.

Something I wrote for Christmas on Tumblr for a friend. Enjoy!

Dakar didn't know what to do, a small child was holding his sword in her hand and she looked more than pissed. "Die." her words cursed him. "WITCH!"

he Citadel Council has been the pinnacle of the galaxy for millennia.But one day, through a dimension portal, a hundred-kilometer-long Supercarrier arrives, with a crew of 1,000,000 made up of various alien races, under the guidance of an ambitious and eccentric leader, the Rogue Trader, Bruce Bahamut, a Planeswalker in search of new knowledge and stimulation. The Citadel races are not ready for the arrival of the Voidwalker Fleet, who bring with them magic, science, mutants, psychics, clones, synthetics, and all kinds of wondrous madness.The Galaxy will be turned upside down. Part 27 of Chronicles of the Celestial House Part 2 of Legends of the Galaxy

When the veil of existence tears itself open through the psychic agony caused by the Seven Days of Blood in Orario, a single guardsman of the Death Korps of Krieg finds himself torn away from his old, gruesome war and cast into another that feels exactly the same. His duty has not changed. He will Burn the heretic. Kill the mutant. Purge the unclean. All in the name of the God-Emperor of Mankind. For he is nothing more than a humble tool in His service. And following the Krieger... Unwanted Chaos. AN: This fanfiction and its entire plot takes place during the three volumes of the Astrea Record, showing the events of the Seven Days of Blood War between the Guild and Evilus. I try to write the events as accurately and originally as I can.

War. War never changes. On October 23, 2077, The Great War ended as a deluge of nuclear fire destroyed society as we knew it. The world was consumed by atomic flames, civilizations were reduced to rubble, and the very fabric of humanity was scorched beyond recognition. Those fortunate, or perhaps unfortunate, enough to survive sought refuge in underground vaults, clinging to the hope that one day, they could emerge and reclaim the surface. Generations have passed since that fateful day. The wasteland, now a harsh and unforgiving frontier, is dotted with the remnants of the old world-rusted skyscrapers, broken highways, and forgotten towns. Along with it comes other dangers. Mutants, Robots, And even the Fellow Man But in this desolate land, life persists. New societies have arisen, built on the ashes of the old, fighting for survival amidst the ruins. It is now 2281, and now a group of wastelanders will rise to the occasion!