Teppelin has fallen the Spiral King is dead, and Viral is cast out to nothing. Wandering alone, he falls into an abandoned lab, a part of an underground civilization of humans. Now he will find himself clad in a powerful uniform, one of many weapons meant to fight an enemy from worlds beyond, and following the lead of the two young women who lead the fight against them.
From a tragedy-stricken child, to a calloused, hardened adult. A certain Paladin has traveled his own path, making his own journey through the harsh, scarring events in life. However, despite all the darkness, he struggles to find even a spark of light. No man is perfect. Not even devils are true evil. And even an angel has shed despairing tears.
The strands of fate can be odd and confusing, like the filaments in a spider's web. They can twist and turn in any which way imaginable. However, if just one of these threads were to change, all of the others would twist along with it. So, what might happen if just one thread were to twist, bringing together two threads that have been separated since days of old?
It is said amongst the two clans of the overseers that the intersection between light and dark shall bring calamity upon both clans. However, they were so caught up in preventing this calamity, that they kept themselves almost isolated. What they did not see was how this intersection could be in bringing two people, so tender-hearted and true, to find love with one another.
Gazing into the annals of history, there are many records documenting the connections between certain people. However, some of the strangest of connections remain shadowed throughout history. Now, a touch of light is shone into the relation between the present day weapon of the Paladin, and one of her past wielders, a mighty French maiden martyr. A Caliburn-centric fic
The eyes are the windows to the soul. However, what is the fate of a young prince whose eyes are mirrors, not of his own soul, but those of the people around him?
There exists two worlds, separated by barriers of reflections. Once every hundred years, a bridge spans between the two worlds, formed by the very walls which separate it. However, not all bridges are meant to be crossed, as dark things may lie on the far side. When Jaune is pulled to the other side, he will need the aid of those from the far side, who are the enemy on his.
World War II is at its end, and those who are left on the losing end are attempting to save all they can before they have to make their escape, to save both lives and research. While making his own progress, however, a certain Doctor finds himself aiding a fellow scientist save one important creation. One which might aid them in walking the tightrope between everything and nothing.