I haven’t read it myself, but I’ve heard this fic called “Vengeance” by LokaCola (never heard of him) is supposedly good. Only downsides is that it can take time between updates…
So now that there’s a literature category and I’m sort of an aspiring writer who also happens to currently work on a Bionicle fanfic, I decided to share my work here because why not?
I originally started uploading it on Fanfiction.net back in 2012 and am continually working on it, but since my writing has improved since then I decided to go back and rewrite the older chapters to make the quality as a whole much better.
This is the story of a Toa who lost everything he held dear, and wants vengeance on the one responsible. Along the way, he meets another Toa who is trying to escape the past. What happens when these two Toa meet, and what future can they create together?
For real though, there are some great ones out there. Unfortunately some of my favourite ones has been deleted for whatever reason, and I don’t really keep up with new stuff so I don’t really have many recommendations. There a few here on the message boards that I would recommend if you haven’t already read them.
1001 years after the Great Cataclysm, on the island of Mata Nui:
Macku pointed at the dark forest. “That is silk Coven,” she said. “No one who went in there has ever returned alive. Rumors abound as to what may be in there, and some Matoran claim to have caught a glimpse of a massive, spider-like Rahi.”
Lewa looked at the forest. “I don’t really like spiders,” he said. “Do we really have to go in there?”
“You know we do,” Gali, Toa of Water, replied. “The Mask of Vision is in there. Like it or not, we have to retrieve it.”
“Hang on,” Lewa said. “If no one’s ever survived going in there, how’d a Mask get in there? And how do you know it is in there?”
Macku shrugged. “Don’t look at me. Ask the Turaga. I’m simply your navigator.”
“You know, I asked Turaga Matau about how a M…
One of my favorite stories I have been writing on the Custom BIONICLE Wiki. I thought since some of you arn’t members of that wiki, I should excerpt some of my stories onto here, so you guys can enjoy them.
It takes place in the Splinters Alternate Universe, a universe where the Makuta have an huge empire that consists of many islands in Mata Nui. This is the tales of a Matoran Chronicler named Fatorak (or Fa), in whom writes down the stories of Karhi Nui. So without further ado, here it goes:
The Chronicles of Fa
By Chronicler
Introduction
The events of Fatorak, the Matoran Chronicler of Karhi Nui, has recorded for the history of Karhi Nui, as placed in the Po-Karhi archives.
I great you, reader, to the stories I have recorded in the newest volume of this book. Many previous records …
“Yes Teridax?” Miserix was working on something and didn’t bother to turn around.
“My liege, Bitil has returned from his scouting mission. He says he has urgent news.” Teridax said.
“It can wait.”
“Sir?”
“I am busy.”
“Lord, he says the Dark Hunters are mobilizing. Odina is preparing for war.”
Miserix turned. His Great Mask of Shadows was contorted into an expression of pure wrath. He strode quickly towards the door. Teridax followed, and the two being’s entered the hallway. They started walking towards the conference room.
“You’ve led our brotherhood into prosperity.” Teridax stated.
“Indeed. It is curious that the Shadowed One would dare attack us when we are so mighty.”
“I believe I know their reasoning. There is a weakness among us, my liege. It permeates our ranks.”
“A weakne…
Lest We Forget is a story serial I’m currently working on that takes place in an alternate Metru Nui timeline. About once a week I’ll edit this topic to add the next episode.
Prologue:
“Lest we forget our brothers and sisters who gave their lives to rid Metru Nui of the invading enemy, this monument will forever stand tall as testament to their bravery and sacrifice.”
It has been a long time since Metru Nui was attacked. Many of the Toa I know weren’t around when it happened, but I will never be able to forget. I was not the strong Toa I am today, no, not back then. I was a simple Onu-Matoran, tending to the Ussal in the pens. It may have been a long time ago, but I remember the day the skies turned black with shadow, and the sea turned dark with sadness. How could I ever forget?
Tendi…
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