Wayward Stories

⚔️ The Wayward Company "He came from an age of gunpowder and discipline... and found himself in a world of magic and monsters." The year was 1785 when Silas Ward was born - a Virginian by birth, a soldier by blood. The son of a frontier rifleman and a veteran of the Revolution, Ward grew up in the lingering smoke of musket fire and the echoes of liberty's war drums. His father's stories were full of powder, honor, and men who carved a nation from wilderness. Ward became one of them - a United States Marine, a captain forged in the chaos of the War of 1812 and the Barbary Wars that followed. He knew the sting of salt air, the ring of sabres, and the thundering recoil of a musket - his father's old Charleville, a relic from another war. He knew discipline, courage, and the silence that comes after battle. He thought he knew the world. Until one night, the world changed. A storm unlike any other swallowed his ship whole - and when he awoke, the sea was gone. In its place stood a land of twin moons and crimson dawns, where men walked beside elves and devils bore human faces. A place where steel and sorcery shared the same battlefield. To its people, he was an enigma: a foreigner in a tattered blue coat, wielding a thunderous weapon no forge could craft and speaking of wars no bard had sung of. To himself, he was something worse - a ghost adrift in a world that was not his own. But fate has a strange sense of humor. In this new realm, Silas Ward would cross paths with others who carried their own scars: a half-elf devoted to divine justice, a young fighter chasing her worth, a brooding warlock haunted by the cost of power, and a tiefling bard whose charm hides a wounded heart. Together, they will become known as The Wayward Company - not by choice, but by destiny. Their story is one of exile and rediscovery, of loyalty born in the fires of difference. For while some heroes are made by gods, and others by magic... Silas Ward was made by war.

A collection of one shots about Simon Snow and Baz Pitch. Expect lots of fluff, maybe some angst, and lots of sappy romance with our two favorite mages.

Andrea was my first taste of love. She was there throughout my childhood and into adulthood. Her words were a secret I wasn't supposed to know. Truths and pain bled onto papers that shredded my innocence and carved a hole in my heart only she could fill. Her words were my first kiss. They were the uneven breaths I took when I saw her, and my hands between her thighs inside the dreams she haunted. She was my best friend's older sister and, even though she didn't know it yet, she was the pen that would ink our destiny into the stars. Dean tempted me to cross a line I never thought I would. It had been so long since someone looked at me the way he did. Five years since his starry gaze caressed my words and I ran from a kiss I couldn't shake. He was everything I should stay away from, but how could I resist the beautifully broken man whose touch stoked a fire within my soul? Dean was the missing words to my fairy tale. The parchment I could safely put my most intimate thoughts to. But when secrets from the past catch up with us, how could our perfectly plotted ending survive?

When young Foxy and his friends blow up a courthouse, killing a congressman, they are forced to run and become fugitives from the EUS, the Organization sent to eliminate them. Can they release their inner beasts and end the tyranny of the EUS, or will they themselves be eliminated?

Just some shitty supernatural writing

An examination of the human condition through poetry.

❝𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒆𝒅? 𝑶𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏?❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ Y/N Fathdon, a failed, misunderstood elf. She thought she knew who she was, where her place was, and what she was there to do, but just push over one carefully placed domino and it would all come crashing down. Uncomfortable truths, a tangle of genetics, and her messy past was a hole she didn't have a choice but to fall into. And in her impulsive desperation to get out of it, alliances are formed, barriers breached, the power to tell right from wrong absolutely demolished. Because at the end of the day, she was always the villain. ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

A Lexi Wilson story set after the beginning of Season 15. Monsters check under their bed for the Winchesters and now monsters are everywhere, so at the top of their priority list would naturally be Sam & Dean, but what happens when they underestimate the fiercest hunters.

Sam and Dean Winchester were far from normal. Raised into Hunting since they were little kids they swore if they had kids they wouldn't bring them into this life. Ever. One day a Girl no older that twelve came knocking on the bunker door asking for Dean Winchester and claiming to be his daughter. Is she really his daughter? How will he handle a little girl that wants to hunt and who's personality is so much like his he loves it?

Dreams are what give us the drive to bring goals into reality. Dreams are what brought Tiberius Frazier out to this desolate part of space. But like so many before him, Tib is going to see that old habit of dreams easily turning into nightmares manifest right before him. Tib thought this would be a standard exploratory survey on the trail of breadcrumbs his ship was assigned to follow, but he is far from being right.

This is basically poems I wrote or others wrote... (I'll write their usernames/names)

Just a short poem of Dean Winchester from Supernatural. I'll post the cover soon.

"Skin as pale as snow, lips as red as blood and hair as dark as this spindle" the words of an unknown curse, released upon an unborn baby. ' A short story, fractured fairy-tale of Snow White, alternative title: Snow White and the Seven blood Bags Co-written by Bella and Pearl