Psionic Stories

she did not speak. She pressed against me, and her touch was not flesh, but a direct current of nerve impulses, flooding my brain with a light so brilliant it was almost painful. Every dormant synapse fired, every forgotten memory blazed. It was a resurrection of the self. My wife's scream, sharp and terrified from the bedroom, rent the air. The Pari fled, dissolving back into the graveyard mist from which she was spun. But she came voluntarily, too. For union. Once, she appeared as a greenish-yellow aura, a pulsing, sentient light. It coalesced into a form with circular, bat-like wings-my Exu Morcego nature reflected back at me. She was Mohni Rani, the enchanter. Another time, she was Sitara, the star. A violet, Virgoan figure with a perfectly cylindrical face, serene and intellectual, holding a slender wand. In that union, the eroticism was not of the body, but of pure consciousness meeting itself in a hall of mirrors. And what of the ultimate siddhi? Amaratwa. Resurrection. It is the simplest shift of all. To die, you must be present. So, when the moment of death arrives, you simply cease to be present. You slip through the callous a second before the bullet or the disease or the years can claim you. You travel beneath, gather the vital force from the eternal uterine source, and return to a vessel-your own, renewed, or another's. It is not conquering death, but outmaneuvering it. A cosmic game of hide-and-seek. So, here I sit, a composite of all my selves. The child who escaped a beating. The soldier who escaped a firing squad. The lover who rewrote reality for an embrace. The conjurer who gave form to a goddess. The bat who flies through the pores of creation. I am Haschem and Exu, the foetus of the creatress in a state of divine contemplation, and the old man writing this down.

"The Keth will burn the galaxy. They won't stop until we are rock and ash, orbiting the stars." Mankind thought they were alone in space. Now, the desperate citizens of Sector 19 watch as an aggressive alien race casts terrifying images in the atmospheres of outlying worlds. After eight days, the so-called Keth set the planets to burn. The Galactic Council is distant and slow-moving, so the sector's desperate senate seeks aid from the Focus Templars, an elite order of psionics with rigorous ethical and martial training. For Templar Zahael, one of the collective's strongest telepaths in generations, the alien threat was an exciting chance to prove himself...until the reality of war, and the trauma of an unexpected new power, leave him with nothing but a vengeance and a small crew of broken Templar outcasts. *Updates TUESDAYS*

"هل جربت ان تكون شخصين ؟" "على الاقل لست وحيدا" "هذا يصيبني بالجنون" "انت تعتبرني صوتا براسك" "اصمت!!!" "انا المالك هنا ايها البشري الضعيف "

Valeria despierta en un hospital tras un accidente que ha borrado gran parte de su memoria. Confundida y vulnerable, intenta reconstruir su pasado mientras una voz misteriosa y persistente susurra en su mente, sembrando dudas sobre la realidad que la rodea. Con la ayuda de Damián, un hombre ambiguo, y Sofía, una terapeuta de intenciones inciertas, Valeria se adentra en un laberinto de secretos, traiciones y sombras que parecen querer consumirla. A medida que fragmentos de recuerdos oscuros y traumas enterrados emergen, comienza a cuestionar no solo a quienes la rodean, sino también su propia cordura. En una batalla constante contra voces internas, paranoias y revelaciones inesperadas, Valeria debe enfrentar la oscura dualidad de su mente y descubrir qué es verdad, qué es mentira, y qué parte de sí misma está dispuesta a aceptar o destruir. Una historia intensa, llena de giros psicológicos, misterios inquietantes y una tensión constante que te hará dudar hasta del narrador mismo.

the despicable souls desperate for a way out using whatever methods.

!!!SLOW UPDATES!!! Mutants. Inhumans. Enhanced. And, whatever you'd like to call them, weapons of the Phoenix Force. Thousands years ago, a powerful telepath, a previous host of the Phoenix, caused a lot of changes for that species. First, now to be an enhanced you have to be from a special bloodline, and second, she created two dimensions. First one, Nilouma, is a beautiful and quiet place, around the size of Fontaine. It's a place where all Inhumans live, or at least, where they're supposed to. Second one, Dream Dimension, is a place where the telepath trapped the Phoenix Force, sacraficing themselves in order for her not to have anymore hosts, knowing how much pain and suffering it can cause. Along with the fact that Phoenix Force wanted to destroy worlds, using her own body... She couldn't stop it, but she could slow it down. Except... There was another host, and to be quite honest, even two, in the future. The first one is however, was too weak and died after agreeing to host Phoenix Force in his dream, while the second one... And the second one, Alya? Well... Why don't you find out? I do NOT own Genshin Impact Characters or most of my Additional Cast. I only own Alya and the Enhanced Plot. POSSIBLE TW'S: SUICIDE, DEATH, MENTIONS OF THROWING UP, ADULT CONTENT, SELF-HARM, MANIPULATION, MIND-CONTROL AND POSSESION OC X Venti X Furina OC X OC OC X Lumine

When you go to work and get cornered during one of your walks, and it wasn't a human attacking you, you were saved by a mysterious stranger and tells you about some organization to "paranormal" for you to even think existed. Hey guys, I've decided to try something new, a story based on YOUR CHOICES, in the comments below I will list choices of new chapters and I will add one based on the one with the most votes. If no one likes the choices than feel free to suggest, just PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD JUST,...... don't go overboard, this is a privilege let's not abuse it (if I can't write about it I will let you know). If nothing gets voted for by the end of the week then I will continue the main storyline.

Your troll friends aren't used to your 'human illnesses' so it's up to you to nurse them back to health. (cover art isn't mine. It belongs to http://askpsii.tumblr.com/) This fic is commission only! If you'd like a family added then feel free to message me for a commission! Thanks!

A young undergrad goes on a star gazing trip and comes home something much, much more...

-Tales after the End of the World- An ongoing collection of short stories in the Post Apocalypse. The world has ended but people persist. Haunted by the ruins and tools of the Old World they must survive. Zombies, Robots, Mutants, Radiation and Desperation plague the world. Yet it is not our world and has not been since the 1770's. A divergent history lead to a gleaming high tech future and then it all burned. These tales are set in the same world as my upcoming novel; these short stories and novellas are part of the same universe. Each chapter or part will be a separate short story unless noted otherwise. Some of these stories are set before or during the events of the novel. These tales are works in progress and subject to change, revision and even outright removal at my whims. Feedback is welcome, questions are also welcome.

An Accident of Birth... Every ten years the Imperium Provosts travel the provinces of the Great Suene Empire and take every second born child as the property of the Emperor. His Due for their continued protection. Kalena, taken from her family and friends finds herself alone and scared in the imperial Stronghold of Darkon. And when she cries out to the darkness for help, Kalena is shocked when it answers her back.

Stuff that makes sense when you think about it, sometimes when you don't. She was my muse. Madness is the gift that she gave me.

I've lived my life raised by Troll named Dolorasa, my mother and Raised with another troll named Signless, My Morail. When old enough, we went to sought out follower to bring peace between highbloods like me and lowbloods like signless. During the travel I've met some one....well others...Psiioniic and Disciple, who joined to find the peace everyone deserves. But I don't feel safe. I feel followed. Followed by someone or something that may want My friends and I dead.

Two male Ancestors are in love. They are also inseparable. They both have one girl friend and she is all the way supportive of these two. But what happens when the two begin to experience people trying to separate them? Will their relationship live? Or will it end up torn apart?

Thousands of years ago a great empire span across the the globe with a tentative peace among it's people. The ruling Imperial City was filled with peaceful people different from the rest on the planet with either their telepathic and psionic abilities. A young, Powerful Emperor, was able to keep peace through his gift of both his telepathic and psionic abilities. As well as using the Imperial City's advanced technology. Like much of modern human history, the other nations under the protection of the Imperial City and its people wanted more. With the Emperor unwilling to share technology knowing the danger it can cause to the rest of humanity, he rejected their requests. A coalition was formed of former protectorate nations. They attempted to take the Imperial City by force but brought destruction to the entire planet. The great city and It's people saved themselves through their advanced technology and psychic abilities by putting themselves into a form of stasis. There they slept for nearly 20,000 years. Until a statue was found at the bottom of the ocean. It was made of a mineral no one had ever seen and had advanced precision in the craftsmanship. What will happen if the Imperial city is found? What will happen when a ancient mating bond is formed with the Most Powerful Emperor the planet has ever known and a country guy who only's life goals are to work and to find the perfect girl to bring home to the parents? Will love prevail or will their love be the end of both the lost Imperial City and the modern world of man? Updates on Saturday or Sunday

requests: open (Will do lemons) There will be cursing in like all of the chapters so like oopsie? 💙 💙 💙 💙 💙 *Slow updates*

The grand doors were a barrier separating the average from the peculiar and it was the sort of threshold that enchanted you forwards, drew you closer until you could feel the spark of something great beyond. At first glance it left you curious and the more you tried to ignore the curiousity it seeped into your thoughts and settled in your bones until you had to find out what was on the other side. Most people go for a good time, I go because somehow I'm more special than I thought. Being special isn't all it's cracked up to be especially when being special could be the thing that leaves you a husk of a human on the side of the road. I can only hope that I'll figure out how to avoid that for me.