Chapter 29: Metron.
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-General P.O.V-
The rooftop was quiet. Not peaceful—just quiet.
The kind of stillness that came with too much tension to break. The Motherbox in Jon's hand pulsed faintly, its hum crawling under the skin of everyone present.
The figure that had emerged from the boom tube wasn’t what they expected.
Metron didn’t walk. He didn’t glide. He was.
The Mobius Chair carried him forward, its lights a language no one could read, its hum louder than the Motherbox now. <...
2024-12-03 19:30:35 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 8: Capture the Flag.
-Loth’s P.O.V-
When I opened my eyes, dawn was breaking over Camp Half-Blood.
"It's the next day..."
My words came out more of a statement than a question.
The morning air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine, and everything around me felt more vivid—alive in ways I couldn’t describe.
A blanket rested above my shoulders, covered in a sheet of dew.
Shrugging it off, I leaned back on Thalia’s tree, the rough bark pressing against me and inducing ...
2024-12-03 17:08:02 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 28: Intergang.
-General P.O.V.-
The debrief was over, and the room carried with it an air of accomplishment.
"Great work."
Batman nodded Jon's way then left.
The Dark Knight's departure left a silence that felt heavier than any lecture.
"Holy crap...did Bats just smile?"
Kid Flash asked.
"I think he did."
Even Jon sounded surprised.
"I am so Overwhelmed with shock. Is this real? Or am I in a dream?"
Robin stated, stunned at the approval they got fro...
2024-11-30 18:30:08 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 6: Wolf’s Den.
-Bond’s P.O.V-
The grandeur of Château du Sangreal was almost distracting.
The masquerade ball was in full swing, the air buzzing with laughter and music.
Gilded chandeliers cast a warm glow over the grand ballroom, and elegantly dressed guests moved in rhythm to a waltz played by a live orchestra.
I don't know what was worse to endure, the pompous aristocrats or the Nazis in the crowd pretending to belong.
It was nauseating to be surrounded by both.
In spite...
2024-11-29 21:31:18 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 5: Black-Ops Mission.
-Bond’s P.O.V-
The months following Harris’s execution blurred into a whirlwind of blood and battle.
It was 1943, the height of World War II. The Allied forces were making gains in North Africa, while the Soviets held the Eastern Front.
But Europe remained a stronghold for the Nazis, and the situation in France was dire.
The Resistance fought valiantly, but Gestapo crackdowns made every victory pyrrhic.
I volunteered for every dangerous mission thrown my way, ...
2024-11-29 19:03:46 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 29: Farewell.
-Michael's P.O.V-
I leaned against a pillar at the edge of the training courtyard, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.
The same courtyard where I’d spent weeks sparring and humiliating Kamar-Taj’s most skilled martial artists now buzzed with life.
The smell of roasted meats and spiced curries hung heavy in the air, accompanied by the sharp tang of ale.
The once-serious sorcerers were now the picture of revelry, mugs of alcohol in hand as they danced and sang in off-k...
2024-11-27 18:39:09 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 4: Enemy Within.
-Bond's P.O.V-
The camp was unusually quiet that night.
Shadows flickered across the walls of the officers’ tents as lanterns swayed in the cold wind.
The heavy weight of loss hung in the air, and no one dared speak too loudly. The Debrief was yet to start and I was already itching to leave.
Evelyn sat beside just as morose.
She and I were the only survivors of our squad, and the echoes of that disastrous mission kept replaying endlessly in my mind.
Marcus, with...
2024-11-27 17:25:57 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 7: Divine Enlightenment.
-Loth's P.O.V-
The next two days at Camp Half-Blood passed in a blur of sweat, aching muscles, and bruised egos.
Capture the Flag loomed on the horizon, and Luke made it his mission to ensure Percy and I were ready.
Luke spent hours training Percy in sword fighting, and it was almost unfair how quickly he picked it up.
By the end of the first day, Percy moved with a fluid grace that was both frustrating and impressive.
“Like a fish to water,” Luke joked, ...
2024-11-27 16:44:38 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 10: Madness.
-Iphicles' P.O.V-
A few hours after the fiasco between Anissa and the three Mercenaries, The tavern is now thankfully quiet, save for the crackling of the hearth and the low murmur of distant conversations.
Atalanta sits across from Chiron and me at a corner table, her piercing gaze locking with mine every so often as if trying to gauge my worth.
She has just finished explaining the situation—a planned expedition by the king of Argos to kill the Laerdinian Hydra, a monster that has terror...
2024-11-25 21:49:15 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 3: Baptism of Shadows.
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-France, 1943-
(Bond's P.O.V)
The past two months had been a whirlwind of mud, blood, and adrenaline.
War was everything I'd been expecting and nothing like I had at the same time.
An apt observation made after six missions over those two months- most of which were reconnaissance or reinforcement runs.
I’d slipped into the shadows of enemy lines, carried wounded men out of skirmishes, and even held off advancing troops with little more than a rifle and she...
2024-11-25 19:19:38 +0000 UTC
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-General P.O.V-
Dismissed, a tense Jon stopped before leaving the room.
His teammates were already halfway out the door, but something clicked in his mind—a tweak to the mission plan that might prevent disaster.
"Wait," Jon called out, stopping the team in their tracks.
He turned to Batman, his expression determined. "You’re right. We can’t leave anyone behind. But for a mission like this to succeed, we need more than just four decoy trucks. We need to make it foolproof."
Canary curiously look...
2024-11-25 17:47:54 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 9: The Green Haired Woman Part 2/2.
-Iphicles' P.O.V-
The food at The Princes’ Sty is unexpectedly good. After we finish eating, the three of us—Chiron, Anissa, and I—retreat to our rooms to store our belongings before heading into the city.
It's now night, and the path is lit with lanterns that I would not expect in this day and age. It's clear that Argos is more developed than Tyrnis.
The bustling square at the heart of the city hums with life.
Merchants hawk their goods, street performe...
2024-11-24 03:13:05 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 2: Into the Fire.
-2 months Later-
-The Frontlines-
The truck rattled and bounced along the uneven, rutted dirt road, the bitter chill of the French countryside biting at my face.
I pulled my woolen scarf tighter around my neck, but it did little to stave off the cold.
The air was sharp, tinged with the faint tang of diesel and my arch nemesis- mud. Every breath clouded the night with vapor.
Inside the truck, the low rumble of the engine mixed with the murmured conversations of my new unit...
2024-11-23 22:18:00 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 1: The Training Camp.
-France, 1943-
-British Training Camp-
The rain was relentless, turning the dirt field into a quagmire that clung to my boots with every step.
My shoulders ached under the weight of my pack, but I pushed forward, one foot in front of the other.
The air was sharp with the scent of wet earth, and the barked commands of Sergeant Mallory cut through the damp night like a whip.
"Move it, lads! You think the enemy’s gonna wait while you drag your sorry hides across the mud?...
2024-11-23 22:02:42 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 6: Gryphon.
-Loth’s P.O.V-
The forest hummed with life as I followed behind Luke, the head camp counselor, and a group of campers from the Hermes and Apollo cabins.
Our duty? Collecting wood for the nightly Camp fire.
Percy walked beside me, his expression as stormy as ever, while Grover led the way up front. The satyr's cloven hooves crunched lightly against the forest floor as he sniffed the air and listened for the whispers of Dryads, ensuring what we gathered wouldn’t offend them.
Sever...
2024-11-23 17:25:35 +0000 UTC
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-Jon’s P.O.V-
-A Week Later-
The sun hung high over the small, secluded island we’d jokingly dubbed 'Themiscyra Mini'.
Well, I’d jokingly dubbed it that.
Raven hated the name, which only made it better. Right now, though, humor was far from my mind.
“Still dodging, Kent?” Raven teased, her voice a mix of dry amusement and focus.
Around her floated half a dozen orbs of swirling dark energy, each radiating the kind of destructive power that could probably knock me out cold.
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2024-11-22 18:00:02 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 28: Because We're Friends
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-Kamar-Taj-
-General P.O.V-
After 10 minutes, following Michael's account of everything that happened in Dormammu's dimension, the silence was getting suffocating.
The tea in her porcelain cup had long gone cold, but The Ancient One continued sipping it loudly, her calm gaze fixed on Michael.
Sitting cross-legged on the floor of Kamar-Taj’s private study, Michael absently stroked J'onn’s furry head resting on his lap.
The Martian, in his dog for...
2024-11-22 16:46:27 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 1: I Become Vaatu.
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A dim awareness stirs within the darkness.
Who am I? I am…'Vaatu?' The Spirit of Chaos and Darkness? Immortal Opposite of Raava? The yang to her ying...Yes. Bane to the Avatar, yes. The Darkness bringer. Yes, ye- NO!
No no no...I am more.
My thoughts are fractured, two voices fighting for control.
One, ancient and terrible, a vast ocean of malice and pride: Vaatu.
The other, human… *pathetic.* Yet it refuses to yield, burning with an unrelenting wi...
2024-11-20 22:15:40 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 8: The Green Haired Woman part 1/2.
-Iphicles’ P.O.V-
The late afternoon sun bears down as we reach the gate to Argos, the towering walls casting long shadows over the cobblestone road.
The city looms before us, bustling with activity even at the outskirts.
Farmers with wagons of produce, merchants with exotic wares, and travelers of all kinds wait impatiently for entry.
Chiron takes the lead, presenting the royal seal of Tyrnis to the gate guards—a small, ornate badge I still carry. Despite...
2024-11-20 19:35:07 +0000 UTC
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Correction:- Hecate doesn't have her own Cabin in Camp Half Blood, only the 12 Olympians do.
-Loth’s P.O.V-
I woke up to the sound of shuffling feet, the faint scent of cedarwood and smoke filling the Hermes' cabin.
The whole place was rowdy and crowded.
For an Anti-social like me, it wasn’t my first choice for a place to sleep, but for those unclaimed or claimed by gods outside the Olympian Twelve, it was the default.
The bunk above me creaked as someone rolled over, and I rubbed the pink sparks st...
2024-11-20 18:46:25 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 7: Argos.
-Iphicles' P.O.V-
By the time I land back at the campsite, the chaos has subsided, and the scene that greets me is almost surreal.
Anissa and Chiron stand amidst the carnage, the bodies of the assassins sprawled around the firepit in grotesque disarray.
Blood seeps into the soil, staining the earth crimson. The faint scent of death hangs in the air.
As my wings retract with a metallic ring, I barely register the axe flying toward me.
Fortunately, the Goddess of luck is with me. ...
2024-11-18 19:02:36 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 6: Attack.
-Iphicles P.O.V-
-A few miles off Tyrnis-
A full day of riding puts us halfway to the next city. We stop and camp in the woods, near a stream.
Anissa helps Chiron pitch the tents while I watch on, ashamed of my uselessness. Soon after the horse is fed, dusk falls.
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The fire crackles between us, its warmth contrasting with the chill of the night air.
Chiron rests on his haunch, tending to a spit of roasting meat, while Anissa hums softly, arranging plates and cups.
...
2024-11-18 16:01:49 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 4: The Claiming.
-Loth's P.O.V-
My instincts kicked in and I raised my hand, grasping the strange warmth in my chest.
A pinkish circular shield materialized, blocking the spear with a loud impact.
'Damn, she didn't hold back.' My surprise at the unprovoked attack was overtaken by shock at the strength behind the throw.
Small cracks spread out from the area of contact, the spear's tip poking through. I could feel everyone watching me. Stunned by the display of power.
I quickly dismissed the ba...
2024-11-17 17:31:48 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 3: Camp Half-Blood.
-Loth’s P.O.V-
"I don't remember much to be honest, just waking up on the beach, the dryads and that...that thing."
I finished retelling my story.
Chiron and Mr.D shared another glance before the Centaur turned my way and cleared his throat.
"Right, Mr.Loth, would you be willing to make the Camp your home, just until we figure out your situation? Here you won't have to worry about your saf-"
"Yes!"
I eagerly nodded before he could even finish.
Mr.D snor...
2024-11-17 17:30:46 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 5: A Path To Power.
-IPhicles P.O.V-
Gasps ripple through the gathered nobles, some scandalized, others barely suppressing their laughter.
But the King of Mycenae? His face flushes a deep, furious red. He rises from his seat, his hand already reaching for the hilt of his sword.
"You dare—!"
His voice rises, loud enough to echo off the high walls, but before he can draw his blade, Amphitryon raises a hand, commanding silence.
"Enough," Amphitryon says, his tone sharp as steel. His eyes are l...
2024-11-15 18:27:53 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 4: The Prophecy.
-Iphicles' P.O.V-
The air in the banquet hall feels suffocating as the weight of betrayal presses against my chest.
The laughter of Herakles grates on my nerves, a mockery of everything we've been through.
I struggle with disbelief, the need for truth occupying my every thought.
Fists clenched at the sides, nails biting into my palms, I step toward him.
"You?" My voice cuts through the room, sharp and bitter. "You of all people? My own brother would conspire against me?"
<...
2024-11-15 18:26:52 +0000 UTC
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-General P.O.V-
A few days before Michael was pulled into Dormammu's realm, the Realm Lord had a visitor.
A visitor from hell.
"Once you destroy the Rider and release my master, Lord Mephisto will reward you handsomely. This, I guarantee on my honor," Prince Astaroth had said, bowing before Dormammu.
Initially, the Realm Lord had refused.
That was until he learned of the Rider's location—and his association with the Ancient One.
His hatred for the Sorcerer Supreme spurred him into action...
2024-11-14 18:09:37 +0000 UTC
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-Loth’s P.O.V-
Waking up felt like being caught in a storm, my whole body swaying back and forth.
I blinked, trying to shake off the weariness, only to find myself trapped in a web-like cocoon.
I couldn’t move—my arms and legs were bound, and my head was wrapped so tightly I could barely turn.
Only the sound of skittering below broke the silence, a sickening reminder that I was in something’s grasp.
“W-where am I?!”
Panic laced my voice, mirroring the frantic beat of my heart. My las...
2024-11-12 19:00:56 +0000 UTC
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Tuesday: Times Up Joker Chapter 27 & Anodite Magic in PJO chapter 2.
Wednesday/Thursday: Jon Kent SI: Made of Steel chapter 26 & Heracles: Demigod Twin chapter 4.
Friday: Anodite Magic In PJO chapter 3.
Saturday: Time's Up Joker Chapter 28 & Anodite Magic In PJO chapter 4.
*To be frank, I drop fics based on how many of you guys are still interested in the story. That doesn't mean I won't complete or go back to some of my unfinished books.
Commissions are also available for dropped fics, jus...
2024-11-12 10:09:19 +0000 UTC
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Chapter 3: The Banquet Hall.
-Iphicles' P.O.V-
The banquet hall stretches before me, the second largest chamber in the palace, right after the throne room.
Red banners bearing my family’s crest line the stone walls, and directly above the entrance hangs the portrait of my grandfather, Perseus the hero.
I can almost feel his gaze, intense and unwavering, as if he were here in person to watch over this pivotal night.
Ahead, the hall is divided into two distinct sections.
The main area is crowded ...
2024-11-11 17:48:39 +0000 UTC
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