The Blackbird descended smoothly, its landing gears pressing gently into the soft white sands of the isolated beach. A light breeze rustled through the palm trees, the air thick with the scent of s...
2025-04-01 11:23:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe vast Atlantic Ocean stretched endlessly in all directions—deep, blue, and impossibly calm. In the middle of it, a lone dinghy drifted aimlessly, its only passenger a man dressed in flowing pu...
2025-04-01 08:32:40 +0000 UTC View PostInside his private lab, deep within his New York penthouse, Tony Stark was racking his brain. The holographic blueprints of his arc reactor floated before him, shifting as he ran simulation after s...
2025-03-30 09:40:14 +0000 UTC View PostThe elevator dinged. The doors slid open smoothly, revealing Natalie Beckman escorting Madam Gao. The elderly woman walked with measured steps, her cane tapping lightly against the polished floors....
2025-03-28 21:57:31 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the side story after Jack killed Kingpin.
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It was strange how normal this had become. Just a little over a month ago, Natalie Beckman was an intern at Damage Control, drown...
2025-03-28 21:56:56 +0000 UTC View PostThis is the side story before Jack killed Kingpin.
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Logan staggered into his quarters at the X-Mansion, his body still aching from his fight with Jack Hou. His wounds looked like t...
2025-03-28 21:56:27 +0000 UTC View PostThe interrogation room felt stifling. Jack leaned back in his chair, his golden eyes lazily scanning the woman sitting across from him. She was composed, professional—even beautiful in a cold, ca...
2025-03-27 16:53:16 +0000 UTC View PostFlashback several years ago…
The breeze rustled through the ancient trees, carrying the scent of wild peaches and earth. The air was thick with the weight of time. A young Jack Hou sat unde...
2025-03-24 09:05:06 +0000 UTC View PostInside the dimly lit military Humvee, tension hung thick in the air. A dozen rifles were trained on Jack, their barrels steady, their fingers twitching near the trigger. Jack, however, remained unb...
2025-03-23 10:31:56 +0000 UTC View PostThe military blockade stood firm at the edges of Hell's Kitchen—now Jack's Golden Peach. Hundreds of armed soldiers, armored vehicles, and combat drones held their positions, blocking civilians f...
2025-03-23 08:38:53 +0000 UTC View PostThe private elevator hummed softly as it ascended. Inside, Phil Coulson stood at the front, his expression unreadable, his hands calm at his sides. Behind him, five of SHIELD's elite strike force s...
2025-03-23 05:54:09 +0000 UTC View PostJack ascended, the wind whipping against his white robes, the red streaks of blood on his master's costume fluttering in the night. The city stretched below him—a patchwork of neon lights and dar...
2025-03-22 09:21:34 +0000 UTC View PostThe stairwell echoed with the heavy thuds of bodies hitting the floor. Jack walked casually, his golden eyes gleaming, scanning, judging.
Some subordinates were beyond redemption. Their sins ...
2025-03-20 15:17:10 +0000 UTC View PostJack sat cross-legged atop a rooftop, overlooking his territory as the wind played with the long white robe of his master’s likeness.
The news of Kingpin’s move had reached him—his clon...
2025-03-19 11:24:22 +0000 UTC View PostJack’s clones moved like shadows through the city, each group heading toward their respective targets.
The group moving into Cody Felan’s territory immediately felt something was wrong. A...
2025-03-19 07:39:41 +0000 UTC View PostThe air in Fisk Tower was suffocating. For the first time in his reign, Wilson Fisk felt something foreign clawing at his chest—an emotion he refused to acknowledge.
It wasn't anger. It was...
2025-03-18 10:10:34 +0000 UTC View PostJack stroked his fake beard with exaggerated wisdom, his golden eyes gleaming with playful mischief as he stared down at Nick Fury and Maria Hill, still tied up before him.
Nick sat stiffly, ...
2025-03-16 17:17:25 +0000 UTC View PostSorry guys, sorry for the delay in posting yesterday. I had a rough day and ended up in the hospital after crashing my bike, turn out crashing high side can really fuck me up. Anyway I’m back hom...
2025-03-16 07:05:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe conference room in the S.H.I.E.L.D secret base was dimly lit, the walls lined with monitors streaming various feeds from around the world.
In the center of the room stood Nick Fury, arms ...
2025-03-14 08:47:05 +0000 UTC View PostThe golden afternoon sun cast long shadows over Hell's Kitchen, painting the streets in shades of amber and crimson. Jack strolled through the bustling sidewalks, humming a tune with an exaggerated...
2025-03-13 15:43:29 +0000 UTC View PostThe morning air in New York crackled with a nervous energy, television screens flickering in diners, taxis, and convenience stores alike as the latest breaking news blared from every station.
Bullseye ran through the empty streets, his breath ragged, his heart pounding against his ribs. His hands—his mutilated, broken, desecrated hands—throbbed with agony… Again. The pain was unbe...
2025-03-12 17:45:38 +0000 UTC View PostThe night was dead. Cold, silent, and still. The Tracksuit Mafia had begun to relax their patrols. Jack Hou had done nothing for a week.
No territory claims. No public executions. No unschedu...
2025-03-12 11:21:25 +0000 UTC View PostJack's territory was stirring. Not from any major force—Just low-level thugs, little rats scurrying around, trying to shake things up.
Annoying. Not threatening. The clones handled them eas...
2025-03-12 08:56:34 +0000 UTC View PostJack's clone stood casually, arms folded, head tilted as he stared down his opponents. "Come on now," the clone said, grinning. "I know you didn't come all this way alone. Bring out your plus one. ...
2025-03-11 09:49:24 +0000 UTC View PostLast night inside Fisk Tower…
The mood inside was suffocating. The penthouse conference room, lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooked Hell's Kitchen like a throne above the city.&nb...
2025-03-10 13:35:39 +0000 UTC View PostIn the morning. Every channel. Every station. Every goddamn media outlet in America. The entire country was tuned in. Across New York, televisions in bars, apartments, offices, and subways played t...
2025-03-10 09:16:37 +0000 UTC View PostCaptain George Stacy sat at his desk, skimming through the latest case files. The faint hum of the precinct filled the air—detectives typing up reports, officers chattering over coffee, the occas...
2025-03-09 15:32:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe wreckage still smoldered, blood soaking into the asphalt. A graveyard of Marco Crusetti's ambition.
And at its center? Jack. One hand rested lazily on his staff, the other stretching towa...
2025-03-08 09:06:55 +0000 UTC View Post