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Marvelous Meditations #14

Nathan jolted awake in a pitch-black room, gasping for air as if he’d been drowning in his sleep. His heart raced in his chest, the echo of a dream slipping away like shadows at dawn. He pressed ...

Marvelous Meditations #13

The gates of Ryker’s Island loomed ahead, their imposing structure casting long shadows under the midday sun. Maria Hill, clad in the dark, tailored suit of a Homeland Secur...

Marvelous Meditations #12

The Foreigner's kicks came in relentless succession, each one a brutal hammer against Nathan’s battered body. His ribs felt like splintered glass, and his lungs burned with every ragged breath. L...

Marvelous Meditations #11

The night air was thick with tension, the kind that settled in the gut like a lead weight. The town, bathed in an eerie half-light from scattered streetlamps, seemed unnaturally quiet. It was a cal...

Marvelous Meditations #10

The night air was crisp, carrying with it the faint crackle of the nearby fire. Walking outside, Nathan scanned the quiet encampment. His eyes quickly landed on Silvija, her silver outfit and hair ...

Marvelous Meditations #9

Nathan sat in the peculiar space, his back pressed against the trunk of a withered tree that loomed over a dry, cracked riverbed. Everything around him was steeped in shades of black and white, as ...

Marvelous Meditations #8

Nathan jolted awake, the faint creak of footsteps on the stairs below slicing through the stillness of the church’s bell tower. His grip on the sniper rifle tightened instinctively, his body tens...

Marvelous Meditations #7

The roar of gunfire echoed through the night as Nathan stole a glance at the rearview mirror. Three vehicles were in pursuit, their mounted guns spitting lead in relentless bursts. The flickering m...

Marvelous Meditations #6

The bustling streets of New York carried on as usual, the hum of car engines and the distant chatter of pedestrians creating an urban symphony. Leaning casually against an unmarked van parked near ...

Marvelous Meditations #5

The wind howled as Nathan descended through the darkened sky, the hum of his parachute blending into the night. He adjusted his night-vision goggles, the world below lighting up in a hazy green. Si...

Marvelous Meditations #4

Nathan adjusted the high collar of his synthetic leather raincoat as he stepped into the armory, his boots echoing faintly against the concrete floor. The air inside was heavy with the scent of oil...

Marvelous Meditations #3

The storage unit was a cramped, dimly lit space that reeked faintly of old metal and oil. Shelves lined the walls, sagging under the weight of collected trinkets, tools, and equipment.

On on...

Marvelous Meditations #2

Nathaniel stepped out of Phineas’ shop, glancing down at his weathered wristwatch. The hands ticked steadily, as reliable as the routine he had built for himself. He slipped his hands into the po...

Marvelous Meditations #1

Auhtor: you got the draft, and now you got the full first chapter.

Do tell me what you think.

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Nathaniel Cross sat on the edge of the bed, lacing up his boots with slow, delibe...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #76

Erik leaned back in his chair, a sly smile playing across his lips as he looked at Serana. “So much for the vitality of the undead,” he quipped, shaking his head in mock disappointment. He held...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #75

The alchemy room was a modest space, newly completed but already brimming with purpose. Shelves lined the walls, laden with ingredients—everything from dried herbs and powdered minerals to vials ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #74

Isran’s face was a storm of emotions—anger, defiance, and frustration all warring for dominance. But resignation finally settled over him like a heavy shroud. His jaw clenched, and he exhaled s...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #73

The glow of the firepit cast long shadows across the grand hall of Fort Dawnguard. Its flames crackled steadily, the only sound breaking the quiet rhythm of footfalls echoing through the stone cham...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #72

Breya’s spirit flickered erratically between her spectral form and her possessed body, her jaw tightening as her unease turned to sharp anger. "This is insane! You’re insane!" she spat, her voi...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #71

Watching his undead thralls march down the path leading deeper into the Dwemer ruins, Erik's gaze shifted back to Breya. His fingers flexed absently, already anticipating the delicate intricacies o...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #70

Erik stood in the cold, still air of the Dwemer ruin, his eyes locked on Breya’s specter. Her translucent form shimmered with a faint blue glow, her edges flickering like a dying torch. Her face ...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #69

The metal doors let out a slow, echoing groan as Erik pushed them open, his fingers brushing against the cool, dust-coated surface. The air that greeted him smelled of stale metal and oil—an ever...

Draft: Meditations

Author's note: this is something that's been stuck in my head for a while. It's not a chapter, and not even a proper draft, but maybe a snippet. I just thought I should write it down, and once that...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #68

Opening what felt like the hundredth door, Erik stepped through and paused, his boots scuffing softly against the metal floor. Before him was a veranda, which granted a view of what could only be d...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #67

Crouching beside the heavy, rusting gate that barred the small storage chamber, Erik carefully maneuvered the slender pin in the keyhole. His other hand steadied the handle of the knife he h...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #66

Hours had passed in a haze of constant motion, the clang of metal and the hum of magicka filling the halls of Avanchnzel as Erik and his companions fought through an endless gauntlet of Dwemer auto...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #65

The golden doors creaked open with a metallic groan, revealing yet another tight, dimly lit tunnel. Erik stepped inside, the cold, damp air brushing past him as he moved deeper into the Dwemer ruin...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #64

Heading toward Riften’s gates, Erik strode through the dimly lit streets with Geri trotting dutifully behind, his small paws pattering softly on the cobblestones. His mind drifted to all manner o...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #63

Erik sat back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the door of the Bee and the Barb as Karliah and Brynjolf slipped into the Riften night. His expression was one of quiet satisfaction, the fainte...

Skyrim: Lore Accurate Necromancer #62

The Bee and the Barb was alive with its usual bustling energy, the murmur of voices blending with the clinking of tankards and the occasional burst of raucous laughter.

Erik sat at a c...