The room was silent. When Riddick stepped through the heavy doors, he stopped dead. There, illuminated by a single spotlight in the corner, stood the chair. The same skeletal frame. The same polished, stage-widened device bolted to the seat. Vaako was standing by the viewport, his silhouette sharp against the star-strewn blackness. He didn’t turn … Read more
The air in the throne room was thick with the scent of incense and the heavy, metallic tang of Necromonger blood. Silence, absolute and crushing, reigned as the massive ranks of the armored faithful knelt. At the front, his head bowed lower than the rest, was Vaako. “You keep what you kill,” the mantra echoed … Read more
This happens after the series. Zane is the new head of the Brujah—and he killed Archon for the massacre in Gualala. (Archon ordered Julian to kill the Brujah in Gualala. Julian did, believing them guilty. At the end of the series, he learned they were innocent.) The heavy oak doors of the Conclave … Read more
In this AU Alex Krycek has both of his arms. The war was over. The Syndicate lay in ruins, their black-oil conspiracies bleached by a sunlight they never thought would reach the shadows. Fox Mulder stood in the center of a sterile, high-security safe house, the silence of victory feeling heavier than the chaos of … Read more
The tea room was no longer a sanctuary; it was a courtroom where the laws of physics no longer mattered. Mago Samshin, the Goddess in Red, stood by the window, her silhouette sharp against a sky that had turned an unnatural purple. Beside her, the Almighty, inhabiting the body of the young boy, sat nonchalantly … Read more
The air in the abandoned warehouse didn’t just feel cold; it felt heavy, as if the shadows themselves had gained mass. Zhao Yunlan adjusted his coat, his eyes scanning the darkness. He had expected to meet a messenger, perhaps a captain of the guard. He didn’t expect the shadows to bleed together in the center … Read more
The captain’s cabin was filled with the scent of precious essences and the distant rhythm of waves against the hull. Joffrey sat at his heavy ebony table, maps spread out before him, the candlelight dancing across his scarred face. He was politeness personified — a politeness that hurt Angélique more than any open hatred. “You … Read more
The Breaking of the Shield The chamber was silent, save for the wet, rattling gasp of a dying King. The curse was like a shard embedded in Arthur’s chest, pulsing with dark energy and overpowering his heartbeat. “I can’t pull it out,” Emrys whispered, his hands hovering inches above Arthur’s skin. They were shaking. For … Read more
The Unseen Servant Despite the peace that had settled over Camelot, the air in the council chambers remained thick with suspicion. To knights like Sir Leon, the sight of the High Lord of the Druids—the man who had commanded the dead—standing at the King’s side was a constant threat. They did not see a friend; … Read more
The End of Camelot The gates of Camelot did not burst open; they simply ceased to be. With a wave of a hand, the reinforced oak turned into a flurry of white flower petals, leaving the entrance wide open to the storm. Through the rain walked a figure that looked less like a man and … Read more