white wolf

Yu-Shan, as always, is beautiful. It's golden streets, gold as the sun's light, are trod upon by feet, hooves and wheels both mortal and divine (yes, including the wheels, Gods can be odd like that). It's diamond towers reach up to the sky, glittering like the stars which occasionally manifest...

Life was not always what you had expected it to be… Death was even less so. Out of all the different tales, variations. The timeless void. Heaven or Hell. Or simply the complete cessation of being entirely. Even without it in mind that today would be your final day alive, you did not ever expect...

It is a beautiful night on the Burning Road, the air is crisp, the sky is clear, and the caravanserai full of good cheer. In a few moments, you will kill your husband, and the stars do not give a damn. Even after years spent under Creation's firmament, you still can't get used to that. One...

Port City of Bittern, Voice-of-the-Tides Prefecture, The Western Blessed Isle Ascending Air, Realm Year 770 The monk fights for his life against the brawny woman's chokehold. Calmly, as if preparing to stamp out an insect, one of the woman's companions draws his sword. "Hold him still, Rad,"...

In an ancient underground safehold, which was old when the known world was young, there was a large Adamant-glass tube, sizable enough to exceed 3 men in height... and preserve the ancient consciousness within. There once was a man named Chejop Kejak. He is dead now, and has been for a...

You are entering the Climbing Vines Sect, in order to become one of its disciples and use your powers to support the Empire in its battle against demons, invaders, rebels, and hungry ghosts. Your future power, that is, for while you may have the ability to touch the Essence of the world, you...

Beneath the glittering dome of black and white sparkly bullshit, the sunlight of Earth failed to quite reach ground in the beautiful city of San Francisco. Oh, it still lit everything up, and plants still grew, but the sun-ness of the light was filtered out before it got anywhere close to the...

You're about to die, and you can't wait. It's been five years since you discovered the dark underbelly of Boston. Five years since your regnant, your soon-to-be sire, found you and blessed you with the blood. Five years you've spent being prepared for this night, the night when you shed the...

Most of the halls of Heaven were ornate, beautiful things: ceilings studded with precious gems that twinkled like the stars, windows that overlooked majestic vistas and impossible cityscapes, walls adorned with mosaics that would move mortals to tears. Even the slums of Yu-Shan had streets paved...

An old man sits down at the bench of your shop, and you think of the knife, sharp, inviting, only an arm’s length away. You ignore it, and him and his green trimmed robes. The prayer-smith screwed you, and the pink silk you asked for is more magenta. You guess you get what you pay for, but...

Do you remember, back in the day, when we had this huge boom of Worm/Exalted fics? Yeah me too. ------- I've become entirely too comfortable in graveyards. This is less a graveyard, more a small memorial, but that was a pedantic difference. Twinned sticks of incense burn away atop the cenotaph...

New Dawn 1.1 You stand in a garden. The ground is covered in obsidian roses, their petals shimmering with an unearthly pearlescence—neither light nor dark, but something in between. The air is thick with the scent of decay, yet there's an oddly comforting serenity here. In the distance, a...

...I'll admit, I did brace for a lot of possible things to be waiting for me at that police station. This... that was not what I was expecting. Ok, ok, let's back up and start from square one. The year is 2009, in Mandela County, WI, USA. It's just around dawn, there's a chill in the air, the...

I punch Edward from behind and he barely notices the hit. He staggers for just a moment before he whirls around to face me and I see the Rage bubble inside him, his sclera turning golden as his beast tries to lash out. But even in his rage Edward was a born warrior and he leashed his rage from...

You are Ciara Dunbar, and things have gone somewhat awry in your peaceful life. You had it all planned out–with the full support of your family and the backing of the estate after all. With no head for politics, you could happily seclude yourself into the bureaucracy, where your companions...

The year is 773 since the Scarlet Realm's founding. And Uluiru has fallen. The northwestern kingdom was once a bastion of safety amongst the cold tundra, its sea borders and sorcery providing enough fertile farmland for a nation to survive off of. Its mineral wealth assisted greatly in its...

It is the 42nd Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth, a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium, for whom a thousand souls die every day, for whom...

I'm thinking Autochthon fucked up again and after running away from creation a whoopsie manages to extinct humanity in Autochthonia. The androids are the ('better') prayer farm replacements, and the machines... are maybe a political disagreement between subsouls on design. They don't know this...

This is an UNOFFICIAL fanfiction. I do not own the Naruto franchise or the Storyteller System in any way. All items owned by there respective owners and being used exclusively for fanwork and not being used to generate funds. AN: second quest ive ever done, so there may be a lot mistakes...

Crossposting this fic. He counted the days using the noise of cicadas. Whenever he could hear them beyond the stone walls, he knew that evening had come, and whenever they stopped he knew that the sun had risen. A cycle of noise muffled by rock, and sometimes overshadowed by the noise of his...

Colchis - 830.M30 (Two Weeks before Lorgar's Arrival) You are Fan Morgal. As the leader of your tribe, you sat in your tent, surrounded by your advisors. The situation was dire and as you kneel in front of your tribesmen and tribeswomen, the grief of burying your wife and son still hits you...

Prologue: I Wish It Was The Batman Leaning nervously on the side of a dark blue Toyota Corolla from eighteen years ago, a highschooler named Julius Montgomory shifted nervously. He glanced at the slightly opened trunk, and then dragged his attention away from it. Anything to keep his mind off...

This is an UNOFFICIAL fanfiction. I do not own the One Peice franchise, Cultist Simulator, Six Histories or Book of Hours or the Storyteller System in any way. All items owned by there respective owners and being used exclusively for fanwork and not being used to generate funds. AN: first quest...

YOU ARE (AGAIN) EXALTED! Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story. Notes: This is a rewrite of my story "You are Exalted!". A big Thank You to my Beta, SwiftBlizz. The character is again a pseudo-self-insert sent into the Worm setting as a Solar Exalt. I WILL be using the Exalted 3° edition...

Okay, so this is an idea that's been bouncing around my head for a bit now, but I'm incapable of putting it down on paper. The lack of a keyboard and a livid hate for touchscreen typing being key factors in it. So I'm jotting it all down here the hard and frustrating way before I lose my train...