SHOUTOUT to JayTheNoob, zTheory, and Alexis_Chamorro for being the three newest donors of powerstones. Today's upcoming bonus chapters is thanks to them, so be grateful.
I'm back with a new chapter, and it's a little unorthodox, so yall should try and take it with a grain of salt and an open mind.
Griersorren is based off of the DC dimension which houses everything never meant to be, so view it from a lens as close to that concept as you can.
As always, make sure to keep checking the Aux chapters, cause I'll be updating a few new characters with every chapter, even bonus chapters.
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The busty redhead teacher pushes up her glasses with a frown that somehow still looks gorgeous, before looking over the crowd of students, finally landing on Gwen and Jaxon.
"I'm disappointed in everyone here. Even if you weren't fighting, you shouldn't have made a spectacle of it, and prevented our school resource officers from doing their job. In that way, you are all at fault," She says, her bright green eyes sweeping once more over the sea of bystanders, landing briefly on mine, and with my powerful vision and high speed perception, I can see her eyes widen marginally as something about me must have surprised her.
Yeah... She's definitely not a normal teacher. In more ways than one.
She looks at me for a second more before turning back to the main issue at hand, although a backward glance in my direction tells me something about me fascinates her.
"Gwendolyn, Jaxon... come with me to Principal Gershwitz's office. The rest of you head to class. A few of you may even be called in for Friday detention depending on how long you watched this incident, and if you made the SRO officers limited in their capacity to do their job. Class. All of you. Go."
The crowd disperses, and JMac nudges me in the gut with his body ass elbow, wincing afterwards as he finds out literally that I'm a man of steel.
"Jesus, Rome. Why the hell's your body so hard?" He grumbles, rubbing his elbow with a slight grimace, shooting me a look as if I was the one at fault.
D'Kiyah giggles, flipping her light brown braid over her shoulder, and smirking as she says to JMac, "I ain't hear a 'No Diddy' bruh. Is that what you on now, 'JMac'?" She says that last part with an emphasis on his name, causing the rest of us to chuckle, although Tamara's is more like a snicker.
JMac glares at D'Kiyah, before clarifying his stance. "Fuck nah. You know I ain't mean it like that! Besides, I was just tryna say how much of a MILF that teacher was. Don't get shit twisted, D'Kiyah. Yo, Miles! Back me up man!"
We all turn to miles, only to see him talking up Brandi, and I laugh. He's still horrible at flirting, but at least he's tryna get some. At this rate, he won't die a virgin, because there's no way I'm letting anyone get with Gwen when she looks like that.
Call it selfish, petty, or whatever you want. It's the right of the strong to protect that which they would wish to lay claim. And I most certainly am strong.
Wait. What's that weird feeling. Like... hundreds of invisible beings sighing in relief. Eh, who cares.
"Jerome, Jerome, Jerome. I don't hate you, but the universe might," I say. I'm about to walk away, when a creepy and whispery voice that sounds straight out of a horror movie echoes eerily in my head causing me to pause mid-step.
Balance... disrupted the balance... never meant to be... she knows... she sees you... she's here...
ANNIHILA...
The creepy voice stops after that last word. Or is it a name? I'm not sure. But while the voice stops, so does everything else, from the busty redhead teacher, to the sexy blonde chick, to the people outside on the street. It's as if the world stopped.
Stepping cautiously outside, I look around.
"What the hell?" I mutter. It could've been fate. It could've been luck. It could've been preordained or none of the above. But by pure chance, I look up.
And in the sky, I see a pair of amethyst eyes with swirling reds, pinks, purples, and blacks. Except, this pair of eyes was bigger than the whole planet.
And when I stared at them, they stared back. And with what sounded like a sigh, the world resumed as if someone had pressed play, and the eyes vanish as if they had never been here at all. And I find myself standing in the same position I had been in when I heard the voice.
What the hell was that? What in the actual FUCK, WAS THAT!?! I scream internally. Now, I know I'm powerful, but whatever that is has me spooked.
"—man? —omaaaaan! Oi, Earth to Roman!" McKenna's familiar voice snaps me out of my thoughts, but she must've noticed something was wrong, because her dazzling smile vanishes, and a look of concern settles on her gorgeous Phillipino face.
"Rome? You okay?" She asks. I shake my head and scramble to the exit doors, accidentally crushing the metal frame in my unstable state of mind.
"Y-yeah! Everything's... Gucci," I say, throwing a forced smile at her as I head outside. Desperate to clear my head.
Not looking back, I fail to notice the busty ebony haired woman with a glowing green gem tucked inside a golden locket, wearing navy blue robes and a red cape, watching as I flee, a conflicted look on her face.
I also fail to see a tall black man with silver streaks on the side of his black hair stepping out of a limo.
But I'm not sure I can calm my mind, cuz shook. A powerful being will do that to your psyche, especially when you were an ordinary human in an ordinary world a few years ago.
So once I get to a back alley, I instantly fly at top speed to my house, walking in and hugging my mom, before she even can process the situation.
She looks mad at first, but I think she can instinctively tell that something has me really upset, because she doesn't scold me, she just hugs me back and whispers, "I love you Roman."
I nod, my mind flashing back to the memory of the eerie voice and the eyes on the sky freezing the entire world.
I stay hugging my mom for a good five minutes, when an enthusiastic voice rings out from the top of the stairs, "Whoa! You're so fuckin hot!"
Looking over my moms head, I see an... odd sight to say the least. An almost inhumanly gorgeous blonde girl with the thiccest thighs, and phattest ass I've ever seen is standing barefoot at the top of the stairs, a towel drying her hair.
She's wearing nothing but my '98 Bulls hoodie, and her vivid blue eyes are trained on me with an unsettling intensity. She looks to be around 5'5", and has an eye catching blonde-and-pink pool dip-dye style hair.
In summary, she's fucking sexy as hell. But... she's also wearing my clothes. And drying her hair with my towel. In my house. With my mom. All red flags considering I don't even know shorty.
"Ummmm... anyone want to explain?" I say, looking mainly at my mom who sighs and pulls away from my embrace, pinching the bridge of her nose and shaking her head in exasperation.
"I honestly don't know. She said something about being your soulmate, started rattling off a bunch of stuff only your father and I would know, and then asked to take a shower. Then you got here. I was originally going to refuse, but she didn't seem to mean bad, so I figured it wouldn't hurt..." she says.
Okay, what the fuck? Did this chick mess with my mom's mind or something. Lo juro por Dios, if she so much as touched a hair on my mom's head I'll–
"Geez! Calm down love! I didn't! It's just plot armor, I swear!" She says, jumping down from the second floor balcony and landing in front of me with a wide smile.
"Let's start over, yeah love?" She says, winking at me. "My name is Gwendolyn Poole. And I think, we'll be together for a loooooong time..."
To be continued...
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Zoo-Wee-Mama!
The plot getting thicc am I right?
Also, how does this chapter feel? I tried to smooth it out, but Roman's panic still seems kind of forced to me. I'll hopefully get better at that sort of thing as we go, but for now, eet eez wutt eet eez lol.
Add to collection if ya like it, and don't forget that at 3 pm central time the number one ranker in the Fandom (excluding me) will get to name the first character (obviously female) that Roman officially adds to the Harem.