#omentales

for forty - nine years mor had hoped for this moment. spent countless nights overlooking the towering mountains of velaris wondering if he was still out there. if the man she saw more as a brother than high lord was safe , or if he had long past into the stars above. there was always hope , a fleeting glimmer she held onto for dear life that somewhere he was still breathing. but as one year turned to two which turned to forty and still no sign of return was given , it began to get harder to keep faith that he would walk through the doors again. and it was not just she who was feeling the weight of his absence , the entirety of the inner circle had been upturned. the lighter nature of cassian a distant memory. sightings of azriel growing far and fewer. amren , while she was not one to truly show her emotions , the blonde truth seeker could see it in her eyes the heartbreak his absence weighed on her. for forty - nine years they kept it together if only for the sole reason of hoping this very day would come.

and yet when it did , seeing him stand before her now , his eyes a piercing violet with his hair as black as the nightfall sky , it didn't feel real. was it truly him that appeared before her now ? or had the madness of wishing on a false star only finally drove her to madness ? which ever it may be , even if she had finally fallen off the deep end in wait , could one honestly fault her for being okay with it ?

rhys ( @omentales ) spoke : ❛   i thought i'd never see you again.   ❜

it was his voice that change it. no matter how vivid her dreams and memories were of him , never were they able to capture the tenor of his voice. a few octaves too high or too low , the pronunciation of words just a hair off. one would think after a millennia of being near family she would have nailed that part down. but her for her sanity , and for this moment , she was glad she never did. because it was the way he spoke that solidified it. rhys was back. in one piece , standing before her , that same stupid smirk she'd wished eons ago to smack off his face time and time again. not even a pen could reach the ground had it been dropped from an inch above before mor closed the gap , wrapping her long arms around the others shoulders to pull him into a hug. ❛   you asshole.   ❜ there is laughter behind her words. ones of joy and relief. but also ones shielding back the tears that beg to release.

❛   we thought ––   ❜ and where even was she to begin ? reprimand him for vanishing for close to half a century ? sob at his return ? proad him with questions on what had happened ? mor craved all three at once , but nothing would leave her lips in this moment. ❛   i thought i'd . . . we'd all lost you. forever.   ❜

running , as fast as weary legs can carry her   —   max never stops running.      memories that do not belong to her pass by , seeing fractions of a life that she did not live.      one moment she is in high school decades ago , the next she’s back in that fluorescent lit room with a rainbow painted on the floor.      it’s maddening , quells her endurance when again she’s met with a dead end.      but she can’t stop.      can’t and won’t until she found the exit to this twisted maze.      not when she had been so close to getting out.

max pushes through the next set of doors , lungs gulping down any breath of air she can grasp , when a place she had not yet seen consumes her.      trees spanning for miles in either direction.      curiosity wants her to stop , unravel the lore of the new memory.      but not so distant footsteps only echo in her ear.      a reminder   —   she can’t stop running.

FOUNDED IN 10TH AUGUST, 2025 AS FRESH START. MADE BY PHOTOSHOP!

she didn't want to smirk. the disinterested and detached look to her that dove deep even in the depths of her eyes had become a comfort of sorts since starcourt. and yet sat beside eddie munson of all people on the outer rim of the trailer park , max couldn't help the silent laughter that overcame her at his offer. maybe it was because he wasn't apart of them that made it so easy. he didn't know what happened in that mall — what happened to billy. at least not really. when she was hanging out with the metalhead , she felt . . . well normal. or as normal as the two sitting there could look to outsiders.

Big announcement of my ambitious dream. Omen Tales is going to be bolder and is coming in September 2025!

-Rumour of orange colour (fighter)

-Rumour of violet colour (children)

-Rumour of greenish teal colour (slasher)

I haven't introducing the omens that I created with the classic character creator (legacy). Say hello to the Phaenomenal Avatars!

On the left side is my own phaenomenal avatar, the Lord of Omens, also known as Bestod, named after my eponymous gaming name.

Oh, and who is another omen? This is Ravaloha. She's the benevolent omen of the phenomenon and a pure love interest to the Lord of Omens. You can call her Saint Ravaloha, because she's the Supernatural Deity as one of the ancient omens of the Great Dawn of Time.

Fun Fact: Her name is the phaenomenal version of Cravalho with the "Aloha" word, giving an ambitiously influenced name to Moana actress, Auliʻi Cravalho.

Yea, it has been a while since my darker stories are refreshing new life and start over again with my upgrading ambitious ideas.

But he, I'm about to get ready to bring you a very special announcement in July with the biggest and boldest story yet to come! Which is why I'm going to write and design my own storybook, and soon there will be a true beginning to the dark storytelling of Omen Tales.

Sorry for delaying my stories, I was on schedule for my hobbies and gaming. And other news, the final version of my Gaming Header (2025 edition) is about to be ready to put on my social media headers! You should check out later.

Alright, here's the chronological order of the Omen Tales universe!

Yep, that's the idea where I started with my creativity: first creating pages for books on Microsoft Word and then uploading them on Stary Writing.

Let's get started for a moment. I just updated my storytelling a while ago. I am thinking that I could self-publish on Stary Writing, because I was thinking about making special editions of the Chapter Zero trilogy and Dark Origins. It allows me to make money after I publish one book!

And there's one in the middle taking place in the Age of Fabula. Before making the Dark Origin books, there would be the beginning of the epic stories.

The Beginning of the Epic Stories will connect both Chapter Zero and Dark Origins. That would be very interesting for Omen Tales, as ambitious!

Regardless of the publishing date, each classic story will prefer 100 pages of storytelling only that would be necessary, with extra pages when you will see how many like characters and homeworlds that I created.