Fan Fiction

The Mirror of Althazar. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The iron foundry at the edge of the world ran twenty-four hours a day, fueled by the embers of fallen stars. The blacksmiths who worked there were massive men and women with skin like treated leather and eyes that reflected the white-hot glow of the crucibles. Their task was to forge the armor for the kingdom’s celestial guard—suits of plate mail so dense that no arrow, sword, or spell could pierce them.
By Asghar ali awan5 months ago in Fiction
I Almost Didn't Answer the Call That Changed My Life
I almost let it go to voicemail, unaware it would alter the course of my life. The call came on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon.
By Ethan Brooks5 months ago in Fiction
The Merchant of Shadows
The weavers of the High Steppe did not use wool or silk. They sat on the rocky precipices where the wind whipped through the canyons like a physical weight, and they wove the air itself. Using needles carved from the bones of mountain eagles, they captured the invisible currents, turning gusts into heavy blankets and gentle breezes into delicate, translucent veils that could ward off the fiercest winter frost.
By Asghar ali awan5 months ago in Fiction
The Whispering Canopy
The glass conservatory at the center of the obsidian city was the only place where things grew by accident. In a society that engineered every aspect of life from the exact density of the synthetic clouds to the emotional baselines of its citizens the conservatory was considered a chaotic relic of an undisciplined past. Maeve was the curator, a woman whose hands were permanently stained with soil that had never seen a laboratory filter.
By Kamal ali5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockwork Heart
The heavy scent of damp earth and rotting cedar always hung thickest at the edge of the hollow. For generations, the villagers of Oakhaven had spoken of the shifting woods in hushed tones, warning their children never to venture past the row of ancient, carved stones that marked the boundary of the known world. They believed the trees shifted when no one was looking, rewriting the geography of the forest to trap the unwary.
By Kamal ali5 months ago in Fiction
My Hazbin Origin Story(MHOS): Part 1 I'm a bitch with a back story. Content Warning.
It's the 1970's and after the law failing to get me justice I have become a vigilante. It started with the demon who defiled me and walked away scott free, but by that point I was so filled with hatred and a deep seeded feeling of injustice that I didn't feel like I had done my part yet. More of them needed to meet their demise. They needed to feel the fear they inflicted on others. They needed to see my face when they felt it. There is no fixing monsters like them, but giving them a reason to be afraid when they watch the evening news was enough for me.
By Her Ellaness♿️5 months ago in Fiction
I Changed My Locks Alone — And Finally Understood What Safety Felt Like
The locksmith asked her twice if she was sure. "Just the front door?" he said. "Most people do the back too." Mira stood on her own porch in her own slippers and said, "Just the front. I'll do the back myself."
By Mahveen khan5 months ago in Fiction
I Opened an Old Library Book and Found My Life Inside
I thought I discovered an old story—until I realized the main character was me. I never believed that a book could change someone's life.
By Ethan Brooks5 months ago in Fiction
He Was the Dog Nobody Wanted—Until Someone Gave Him a Chance
He spent months waiting behind shelter walls until someone finally believed in him. When Max first arrived at the shelter, nobody expected him to stay there for long.
By Ethan Brooks5 months ago in Fiction
I Rescued a Dog, But He Rescued Me First
I found a lonely dog in need of help, but I was the one who needed saving. The worst day of my life started with a phone call.
By Ethan Brooks5 months ago in Fiction
A Package Arrived Every Year—Then the Last One Explained Everything
The packages arrived without a name, a return address, or an explanation—until the last one changed everything. The first package arrived on my fifteenth birthday.
By Ethan Brooks5 months ago in Fiction
The Light He Saved From Yesterday
Every candle held a birthday, a story, and a moment he never shared. The first thing people noticed about Mr. Elias was the box.
By Ethan Brooks5 months ago in Fiction