Psiionic 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.

My name is Saiki Kusuo, and I'm a psychic. My name is Kurino Sayuri, and I scare the crap out of people. Saiki: What- Kurino: Shh...

"Why did I think College would actually be Normal?" With the kinds of people she's met prior,Michiko Asahina is surprised she even thought about her college life not getting any more weirder. Welcome to the Rotsecna House. ((Most of the characters belong to me accept a select few. Rated T but may change))

12 year old Bunpei is an amateur psion. One night, his mom is kidnapped by a strange group of hooded men. He learns that they are having a worldwide psionics tournament. Follow Bunpei on his quest to win the tournament and find his mother.

Dallas was the oldest of the 5 kids. When she was older she left them for a good reason. but one day she was walking around the park and then seen her brothers. What will she do?!

_Karkat woke up with the urge of hurting a specific knight of time. He sat up with a growl, baring his teeth and thinking very unkind things about said person/knight._ Why does he want to kill the knight of time more than usual? Read and find out. This is an adventure of god tier Karkat and his problems in a new and unfamiliar place.

The roots of the "vampire" go back centuries. We all know them as what Hollywood has depicted them for as long as we know. Now, I'm not one to speak for everyone, but I will do my best to give my knowledge, and describe my experiences.

A fanfiction following the ancestors on Alternia. I'll be following the basic storyline that we know and fleshing it out with details as I go. This is a very rough draft and when I finish the basic writing for everything I'll go back and add more detail and clean it up.

The mergers were coming. They were taking everyone over. The gifted where the only ones left to defend against them, however, they were being taken over too. The ones that were left found themselves in an all out war; The Mergers versus The Gifted.

I thought I'd work on this since I've got writers block at the moment. (Image belongs to McSiggy.)

Created unnaturally in an attempt to create a superweapon, David is the last hope of Xia. Holder of the long-lost power of Psionics, he must embark on a quest to retrieve and assemble Psion-touched artifacts and powerful techniques in hopes of defeating the great evil that threatens to tear his world asunder and destroy all he has come to care about; an evil he himself unknowingly released. Will he be able to overcome the many obstacles that stand in his way? Will it be enough? well I guess you'll just have to read my story won't you ;)

This is SolKri, because holy fuck is it hard to find anyone who ships this, let alone anyone who's willing to write a fanfic about it. And also it seems like there is some black Vantascest...oops. Sorry.

Andra was a mechanic and a pilot with nothing but an old, battered ship to call her own. Cygnus Volans is the most powerful psion to ever live. They were on opposite sides of a messy revolution, until a shared vision of the future brings their two warring sides together against a much greater threat.

"Use your abilities for good." I used to tell myself, since I bare no guardian, nor any siblings. When you have abilities of a rare form, something is taken away in place of it. My abilities are stronger than any other character created, thus I had psychic powers and intellect in place of my emotions and relations of any care. Which renders me in utter loneliness, until...

esta es una historia demasiado interesante en cual podriamos sacar varias conclusiones

"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*

Stories and headcanons of the troll that are humans. Love, drama, family, and friendships. So enjoy

All Adam Zacarias cares about is gaining enough psionic power, know-how, and skill to fly off into space and explore the universe. He doesn't care about normal humans one way or another -- as long as they don't bother him, he won't bother them, even if it's to save their lives. His friend and fellow godlike Omni Sapiens, Mika, thinks differently, however, and against his better judgement, he ends up joining her on a humanitarian mission anyway -- a mission that escalates quickly into a crisis of world-ending proportions.