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Nothing - Chapter 03The beds in Tershon’s palace were exceptionally soft, but Shade found herself unable to sleep. The dinner had been divine, and the plans had been laid. Shade had sent word to her brother, and she would leave on the morrow for the Null Realm.Nothing - Chapter 03
She’d wrenched open the window of the fine room Tershon had shown her and climbed to the roof to think. The stars and the night air always helped her clear her thoughts, and the image of the mother planet granted her some small amount of comfort.
That comfort was fast fading, though. Tershon’s words about the Null Realm r
by ~HereticXokir
Nothing - Chapter 02Shade sat on a balcony of her castle later that night, shredding the peel of a vistre fruit with restless fingers and staring into the distance. Ellonken’s words and the image he had shown her had not been an avenue she had considered, and she had a feeling her life was about to get much more complicated as a result.Nothing - Chapter 02
The Null Realm…nobody knew much about it. The only thing she really knew was how to differentiate between some of the different creatures that lived there, and that was only because they had been seen—or fought—when they attempted to abduct her Soul Guardians.
Th
by ~HereticXokir
Nothing - Chapter 01Shade sighed and shifted in her seat slightly, throwing a leg over one of the armrests and propping her elbow up on the other one to hold her aching head. She might be the leader of the soul guardians that protected the souls of mortals and guided them to eternal rest, but she had her own problems. Immortality and far-reaching sight were not magical cure-alls, as she had found to her dismay.Nothing - Chapter 01
The slender woman was a rarity among the ruling deities of Irinia. She disliked overt displays of authority, and so her ‘throne’ was nothing like those constructions of marble and gilt that some favo
by ~HereticXokir
Violent Odds - Chapter TwoHe was up too early the next morning. He’d already planned to wake up early—he’d have to, to leave the hospital and turn his phone back on while waiting for Con to call—but instead he was jostled awake, albeit apologetically, by a man in a suit jacket with a microphone in hand. A microphone with a band declaring it to be from one of the local news stations. Rex stifled a groan and sat up, rubbing his eyes with one hand and leveling what he hoped was a terrifying glare at the journalist.Violent Odds - Chapter Two
The man wasn’t fazed in the slightest.
“I’m Brent Andrews with Channel 16,” he explained br
by ~HereticXokir
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