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Scott Morten lives in a world of people with powers, and has them himself. But but his Ranks of enhanced strength, durability, and regeneration are considered too low to be superhero.

And his real superpower, the ability to sense and send his consciousness into the bodies of the dead, to which his other power are meant to move around and fix up the corpse he is possessing, aren't exactly all that useful.

At least until he takes over the body of a teenage superhero, right after shes dies, and manages to fix up her body well enough to return her to life...

And in her opinion any power that can save people's lives is a great power for a hero, and she isn't taking no for a answer.

New posts out on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. as long as I can keep up, and remember to edit and post them.

I appreciate editing remarks, but it takes me a while to get to them. Writing is fun, editing is work.

Also, I chose to have the main character to have fairly conservative opinions, and apparently I have to explain to some people, that fictional characters may be written to have beliefs that differ from the authors. 

Nuclear winter set in by 2015, but the world really ended in 2012 when dungeons began appearing around the world like some messed up video game. And me? I'm just trying to survive. Think Fallout, Solo Leveling, and Pokemon, but less interesting.

A criminal finds himself waking up in the body of a team Rocket grunt in the Pokemon world. Before he has time to grasp the whole not being dead thing after being shot in the head. He finds his new life immediately in jeopardy.

This is intended to be a poison-type specialist Pokémon journey. 

Mark Castle loves horror movies. But when he died in the hands of a cult, he is reincarnated and forced to become a dungeon core…

And makes his domain as a lonely cabin in the woods. With newfound powers, he starts his revenge on the people who murdered him.

Utilizing all the tropes and monster manuals of his favorite horror books and movies, Mark sets up a simple rule: lure unwitting victims into the cabin, kill them off one by one, and feed his core with their souls. If anyone is lucky enough to survive until dawn, he rewards them with treasure...and their lives.

But as Mark feeds and grows, the people who hunger for his unique power begin to take notice, and Mark is in even more danger than he imagined.

The Cabin is Always Hungry is a dungeon-core horror slasher and progression LitRPG with brutal deaths, dozens of horror movie-inspired monsters, classic horror settings, and tons of redshirts.

Fair Warning: Mind the Violence and Gore tag. They are there for a reason.

Dark-type specialist Pokemon fic, a Poochyena, and trouble in Vinewood Town. Survival is making bonds and building on friendships, though no one would advise you do it with a Dark type- after all, they're nearly as bad as Ghosts.

In all stories, even the most fantastical or absurd, there exists a grain of truth. Some such tales are those of fancy, born from minds of great creativity and intrigue. Others, come from places of superstition, an attempt to rationalize terrors both internal and external. Regardless of origin, though, all share a grain of truth in their origin.

When humanity began its steps into a truly modern age, fables and fairytales were left behind, left to fade away. With them, went all whom the tales were built around as well, leaving only a brave new world with humans. The age of magic had come to an end.

Until now, that is.

The Old Powers have begun to return, finding a world where faith has waned, and where science reigns supreme. They found a world ripe with prey, prey with whom to play their games.

It’s too bad none of the Old Powers realized that in the modern day, reality is far stranger than fiction. Their return is not met with fear and dismay, but rather overwhelming apathy.

Ganondorf, King of Thieves, Lord of Darkness, Master of Evil and Wielder of the Triforce of Power, had long since grown thoroughly and completely bored with the path the gods had decreed for his destiny.

Time after time it was always the same, try and unite the Triforce, plunge the world into darkness for a time, search out and then kidnap Princess Zelda, watch his minions be defeated one after another and then finally battle Link for supremacy. Rinse and repeat.

All the while knowing that regardless of winning or losing, that no matter what he did or didn’t do, that in the end everything would end up repeating itself in another time and place afterwards, again, and again and again, in an utterly pointless never ending cycle.

Having decided that enough was finally enough, and refusing to continue to be a simple pawn at the hands of the gods, he vowed he would find a way to escape from his cumbersome destiny, a way to start anew far beyond the meddling grasp of the gods, a way to reach a realm upon which he could be the master of his own fate.

And after years of careful planning he had finally succeeded.

Sure, the fact he had to drag the know-it-all Princess and the green obsessed Hero along for the ride for his plan to work was a minor inconvenience, but he knew that sometimes sacrifices had to be made. And the fact that this new realm apparently decided to turn him and his two unwilling companions into miniature pastel colored ponies upon arrival also wasn’t exactly part of the plan, but he could cope.

After all, that was a negligible price to pay in achieving his deepest wish: freedom.

In this story Ganondorf, having grown sick of following through the motions his destiny placed before him as the eternal bad guy to be defeated time after time, seeks out to escape from his fate by breaking through the void between dimensions and running away from Hyrule to another realm entirely, Equestria, all the while dragging both Link and Zelda along for the ride.

Arriving long before the founding of the country, back before the events of Heart’s Warming Eve and at the highest point of the conflict between the Three Tribes, he and his two new companions will have to deal with a whole new world and it’s wonders and dangers. All the while this new magical world will have to learn to deal with its three new strange inhabitants in kind.

Just a warning: This is NOT a Displaced fic. All three main characters are the actual characters from the Zelda series that have been taken to Equestria due to Ganondorf’s master plan, and not humans turned into them.

Beta Reader: The Amazing Emtu!
Cover Art: The Incredible swagmu!

A collection of documents, what-ifs, and various side stories from Borne of Caution. Reading the main story is recommended.  

Professor Oak was once a warrior who forced everyone else into submission by force of arms.  But he turned down the title of Champion in pursuit of knowledge instead.

This is the untold story of Samuel Oak's younger years.  The man who would become known as THE Pokemon Professor.

Cover generated by Nightcafe AI

Somebody once told a joke.

A man ran in place all his life. He worked a job he didn't love for people he couldn't stand. But at the end of the day, the number in his bank account went up.

That man got a second chance at life. He woke up in another world, full of adventures and romances and monsters and gods. And floating above his head he saw the number "1". 

So what did he say?

"Gosh I better make the number go up."

Not today. Not for this old soul. Reborn as a beast of battle meant to live a short life and die screaming, Garek refuses. He puts the madness of skills and levels behind him and sets out to found a little farmstead. He grows crops. Maybe someday he'll get a pig, and have bacon.

It's a shame the world won't let him be. It's a shame that the warmongers and level-grinders hate nothing more than a soul at peace.

He put down his sword for a plowshare, but when trouble comes calling, he'll pick it up again.


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"Bring him to his knees."

Wait, what? This was supposed to be my reward ceremony, hell, I had just seconds ago finally received the title they decided to push on me. 

"Bring me the ring."

Alice De Vritara, crimson eyes that burned like fire as she looked down at him. He was so dumbfounded that he didn't even try to stop her as she forced his arm up and placed a ring in his hand. A silver band that twined around a large amethyst that held a deeply crimson core, the Eye of Rostam, expensive enough to buy half a city.

"Oh? Is this a proposal? I didn't know you wanted to marry me that much."

Wait, what? You're the one who forced me to hold the ring, hell, you're even the one who forced me to my knees like this. In this situation, shouldn't I be the one saying thigns like that?

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just following your third tenet."

Again, what? You're blaming this on me? What the hell, all I wanted to do was change your pre-determined fate and raise the supposed monster of the story into a good (Villainess) person.

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Soldiers may have a lucky knife, or lucky boots, but never a lucky sword.  Because all swords are lucky, and it's all the same sort of luck.  It points both ways.  Labeling a sword "Lucky" is taunting both the gods of fortune.  The old man who plays dice, and the ladies who do not.  There are only two types of soldiers who would touch such a sword.  Those who don't know what the symbol meant, but if you've been a soldier long enough you know the symbols.  And then there's the sort of soldier who does it anyway.

Those soldiers, if they don't die, stick close to them.  Because if they don't die, then they really do have one of the gods of luck on their side.  The longer they live, the tighter you stick to them.  Until their luck runs out, and if it runs out in battle?  Then run.  There's no contract or oath worth fighting for in the face of that omen, child.  Because if a Soldier of Fortune dies, then either the Old Man is rolling his dice or the Ladies are clipping their threads.

And if they're working together?  Then you can't run far or fast enough, because the web is woven and the dice are loaded.

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This is a story about a sword, a dying old man, the slave boy that he saves from bondage, and a spy.  The sword's not magical, the old man isn't a hidden master, the boy is just sort of special, and the spy's not very good at her job.  Yet they disrupt the status quo of a powerful Orthodox Sect and destroy a clandestine clan, shaking the foundations of an empire.