Fanfiction Infinite Stratos Novels & Stories

"*Hello! Apparently some people weren’t happy that Alex didn’t get his happily ever after included in the story. I actually did plan a love interest for him, but it never fit well into the story. So, I figured I might as well round the story out to 300 chapters and add one more chapter for you all so that you know I didn't leave him as the odd man out! It's kind of long but I didn't write enough for multiple chapters and it's just their introduction but this is all you're getting! -Kit*

Queen queried. “Someone should get Xavier a drink!” Susan instructed one of the maids lurking around. “Father, let's not talk about this now, it is a family matter, so let's not discuss it in front of strangers!!” Jimmy yelled, anger written all over his wrinkled forehead. “Quiet Jimmy, your brother isn’t a stranger. He is the first son of the Queen Empire, or what used to be the Queen Empire because thanks to you, we will be running into debts shortly.” Susan retorted

I gasped for air; my hands clawing at his, my feet thrumming against the bed, and my hips bucking wildly in an effort to throw him off, but his grip was unfailing. His lips twisted into a smile, and he leaned forward to press them gently against mine as he moved his body against me; mimicking the intimate act I'd been enjoying with Tiernan mere moments before. Despite the mocking motion, I could feel him flaccid against my thigh. No, this wasn't about sex; it was about death and possibly humiliation. I stared at him in horror as he continued to strangle me and then I used my pyrokinesis to light his beautiful hair on fire.

" Helena still held on to the picture that appeared to be five years old. "He doesn't exist. Why?" "I think we are in the home of Victor Daviot. That's him and his sister, Anna Daviot. We're dead" she wailed, giving the picture to Larry. "It's Victor fvcking Daviot." Larry cursed. ___________

But once I became a fully-fledged creator, I’d be able to shape my own realm—one I could truly call my own. Not long ago, I was just daydreaming about worlds in our cramped, provisional bedroom. Now, I could create an entire world for real. “Finlay, what’s wrong?” Dr. Shawn asked gently, kneeling beside him. Finlay shook his head. “Nothing. Just... leave me here. No one’s going to accept me anyway.” “No one? Who told you that?” “I’m from the Garcia family. Every thinker knows what we do.” Dr. Shawn hesitated. I placed a hand on his shoulder, and he seemed to understand, clearing his throat before speaking again.

Eli staggered back half a step, his face white as paper, that faint flicker of hope in his eyes splintering inch by inch, until nothing was left but a boundless, hollow desolation. "From beginning to end, I brought this on myself. I was the one who wronged you." He murmured it low, his voice so faint it nearly dissolved into the air. "In this life, there's not the slightest chance of taking it back." I lingered no longer, and without another glance at his dazed, anguished face, I turned and walked toward the stairs. The gilded box door closed softly behind me, shutting out his gaze completely. We had once walked side by side and loved each other deeply, and in the end, all that was left was

I was submerged in the bone-chilling water for what felt like an eternity while they sat there and played board games, laughing and cracking jokes, before being called home by their parents for dinner. I was left there, soaking in the water. From that day on, I was deathly afraid of stormy days. Just as I was about to pass out, Steven jumped into the water and saved me. He was a transfer student, just like me. From that day on, I trailed behind him like a shadow. He was a top student, so I studied my hardest to go to the same university as him. After that, we naturally ended up as a couple. We managed to get into the same university, and promised to marry each other once we graduated.

** The First Strike** Milan, Italy – Cain-Devereaux Headquarters Isabella stood at the top floor of her empire, looking down at the city she had fought to control. It should have felt like victory. But instead, it felt like a battlefield. She had made a deal with Marcella—something she never thought she’d do. And now, it was time to deliver. Leo had to fall. Completely. Irreversibly. Because if he didn’t?

He rushed downstairs and suddenly threw himself toward Amanda, who was holding the long straw, pretending to fall. And in that instant, the straw snapped completely in half.