That sorta follow-up to Introspective Hero I was rambling about?
Fair warning, there will be pretty much no romance in this one.
Oedipus Complex (Castlevania SotN)Disclaimer: The setting and Alucard do not belong to me, and no money was made from the writing of this fic.Oedipus Complex (Castlevania SotN) by Weiila
The castle was ancient.
In many places the walls seemed to remain standing, holding up the ceiling by the power of some dark entity's will alone. Tattered carpets laid strewn across the floors, cowering from their own tears and the dark stains splattered across them. The paintings just barely remained on their walls, while the tapestries silently fell to the floor in dusty drips of cloth.
Piece by piece, everything crumbled. Everything bore the weight of centuries, a heavy burden in itself. But the rooms also had to bear the footsteps of undead, of sharp talons and slithering shadows. Malice flowed through the corridors like blood through a vein. It had been that way for as long as anyone could remember.
The castle was alive.
It was not a surprise, for it was nothing new. Alucard had no idea when he had learnt about it. Perhaps he had alw
Not so Blind (DQVIII, King Trode)Disclaimer: All characters and places are the property of SquareEnix. No money was made, was intended to be made, or will ever be made from this work of fanfiction.Not so Blind (DQVIII, King Trode) by Weiila
Not so Blind
He was not blind.
It would have required a lack of two eyes to miss out on what was going on – possibly also a loss of hearing. And still, it was just about the only thing which king Trode did not raise a comment or vehement protest against. He simply watched and thought about it, pretending not to.
It had started long before the journey started, he realized that. Yet, he had not noticed it before they arrived in Farebury. Until then, perhaps, he had been blind – simply grateful of his retainer's loyalty.
Despite being told to rest at the inn, the youngster had come back out with a piece of grilled meat and a bunch of carrots. At that time, king Trode had been so angry at the townspeople for their attack that he had simply torn into his meal – well, "tearing into" as much as dignity a
Diplomacy - Chapter oneChapter one, Hands held outDiplomacy - Chapter one by Weiila
Although the sun shone down in full force upon Durotar, the salt-scented wind on top of the butte could be pretty sharp. It pushed at Jaina's blue cloak, not so much that it fluttered but gently pressed against her. Thrall spotted her long before his zeppelin came close to the cliff formation rising from the landscape – a white and blue dot against the orange of the land. Standing there, watching the dirigible move nearer and nearer.
A rare feeling for him, that somebody waited for him to arrive – normally people came to him and not vice versa.
Seeing her from such a distance did beg the question, however, how long she had been waiting and why. Normally when they met, he saw nothing on top of the butte until coming much closer. After all their "secret" conferences through the years, Jaina knew well how long it took for him to make it to the meeting point. If she teleported there so much more earlier than she had to, there must be some pressing su
Diplomacy (what-if Thrall/Jaina) - PrologueAuthor's note: Alright, a few things to get the setting straight (author rambles, feel free to skip. I have done my best to make these things apparent in the story, but I mention them straight out to avoid confusion):Diplomacy (what-if Thrall/Jaina) - Prologue by Weiila
1. This is a "what if" type of story, set about a year after the opening of the Dark Portal. Enough time for settlements to be built, but no bosses have been downed yet so to speak. Note: This was written before the Warcraft comic had stated that Varian Wrynn kills Onyxia. I have chosen not to edit this afterwards, as the story is already heavily "what if" as it is and the Horde having killed Onyxia to help Theramore makes things a little easier for Thrall and Jaina to make their case.
2. Some quests in WoW will be mentioned, but their timeline in the story may not match their level. That means, a low-level quest chain can appear to have taken place almost at the same time as a hi
Just Another Mission 24.9-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-Just Another Mission 24.9 by Demyrie
Waiting- Jak's POV
For the first week, that's all I could think. Thank god he's alive.
His every breath was relief. My comfort. But I'm still waiting. Waiting in a different way.
I know I wasn't… lying, back there. If he had died, I don't know what I would have done. The thought, because it was so real, the pure possibility of him not being there… it's like wavering on an edge.
The drop is so far on one end that, even though you know you're safe on the other side, it still scares you shitless because you can still look down, so far down to a deep gaping something you don't want to name, and it was so close. So much closer than it ever should have been. Too close to say it won't come back.
If Dax had died, I would have followed him. I know that. But now that he's here, and alive and safe and alright, I don't know what to think.
No- I know what to think. I just don't know what to do.
I… I hate him hating me.
That nightmare in the