Turncoat(Draco Malfoy SI) Chapter 20
The O.W.L.s were here.
Ordinary Wizarding
2025-04-19 05:22:27 +0000 UTC View Post
The O.W.L.s were here.
Ordinary Wizarding
2025-04-19 05:22:27 +0000 UTC View PostHe’s going to be here.
He’s going to come in, pretending to be a hero—swooping in with that smug smile, playing the savior, basking in cheers like he isn’t planning to turn this planet into a graveyard.
We should kill him. Here and now. Before the act drops and we’re too late.
Those were the...
2025-04-15 05:30:33 +0000 UTC View PostHe told her everything.
Of course, he did—how else was he supposed to live with this gnawing guilt clawing at his chest? How else could he even begin to process the weight of what had happened?
So there, in the quiet stillness of their room, with the soft breath of their daughter rising and falling between them, Tenzin spoke.
Colin was ready.
His nanothorns had a hard limit—ten seconds of deployment, followed by a thirty-second cooldown—but they were reliable. Razor-sharp, superheated, and precise to the nanometer. That was enough. That was more than enough.
His armor had undergone three complete overhauls since its original design. Each iteration bro...
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2025-04-06 15:24:18 +0000 UTC View PostThe corpse of a child is a terrible thing to behold.
And what made the tragedy worse was that this wasn’t supposed to happen.
The Red Lotus had received a tip—quiet, careful, from one of their own embedded deep within the White Lotus—that the new Avatar had been found. She was young, barely more than a toddler, and currently un...
2025-04-06 05:54:43 +0000 UTC View Post“So, I’ve made some progress on Chimera’s Grace,” Draco began, unfolding a small roll of parchment filled with precise notes and scribbled margins. “I’ve narrowed down a few key ingredients. Leeches—to draw and channel the magical essence of the creature I want to bond with. Powdered Bicorn Horn, symbolizing duality—because this ...
2025-04-05 05:53:49 +0000 UTC View PostKaiser: Deceased.
Purity: Deceased.
Stormtiger: Deceased.
Hookwolf: Deceased.
Crusader: Deceased.
Cricket: Deceased.
Victor: Deceased.
Fenja: Deceased.
Menja: Mutilated, but alive.
Rune: Mutilated, but alive.
Othala: Mutilated, but alive.
Krieg: Last seen fleeing Brockton with his...
2025-04-02 04:34:07 +0000 UTC View Post“Yeah, of course.”
That surprised him.
He had anticipated resistance. Hostility. Perhaps blackmail, depending on how much Mark Greyson truly knew. Instead, he complied without hesitation, his tone casual and sincere. This reaction was not consistent with the statistical majority of subjects confronted by unknown variables—parti...
2025-04-01 03:29:05 +0000 UTC View PostBreaking the news to the Guardians was both harder and easier than Cecil expected.
The hardest part was dealing with Green Ghost, Martian Man, and Aquarius. They flat-out refused to believe that Nolan was capable of such atrocities, digging their heels in and vouching for his integrity. Even when Cecil told them that a precog had warned th...
2025-03-21 06:07:40 +0000 UTC View PostBron would admit that the talk with his mother helped. He felt better now.
Now, he could appreciate the warmth of the fire, the smell of fish stew thick in the air, and the way everyone was smiling, their stomachs a bit fuller than they'd been yesterday.
The people cheering for him also helped.
As soon as he stepped back int...
Three fish.
Three fish in three hours. A fish for each hour. Honestly, that was more than Bron had dared to hope for. Despite his bold words at breakfast, a small part of him had expected to return home empty-handed again. But here they were—three glistening fish, their scales flashing in the midday light. Proof that the plan was workin...
The river was dirty.
It had been cleaner when he was younger. Clear and fresh and full of fish, which, while not his favorite food, had still been hearty and filling. But now, it was murky and smelly, and the fish that they caught seemed smaller and smaller each day.
The faint smell of damp earth mixed with the stench of rotting le...
"Mark, get a move on!" Nolan shouted, hi
2025-03-17 04:38:49 +0000 UTC View PostThere was a warm cup of coffee in his hands.
The air was crisp, the early morning still shrouded in darkness. He could hear the distant hum of the city outside, the quiet rustling of trees in the backyard.
Upstairs, his wife lay fast asleep.
His son, too, though from the way he stirred, his movements restless beneath the blanke...
2025-03-16 02:42:20 +0000 UTC View Post