What is the value of one's soul and self? Be you Dragon or Demon: It is worth approximately everything and nothing.

Oneshot: Sometimes, Orphea wondered how the Realm Lords had ever accomplished anything without abducting warriors from outside the Nexus. After all, sending wave upon wave of minions into battle wasn't exactly sound strategy.

Oneshot: On Azeroth, they had been as close as brother and sister. Before the Old Gods. Before the Demon Soul. Before the Cataclysm, and their final battle. What were they now, in the Nexus?

A series of drabbles about a healer and a hunter, surviving together.

Der Nexus. Ein Ort, an dem viele verschiedene Welten aufeinander treffen. Jede dieser Welten hat ihre eigene Geschichte. Lasst mich Euch entführen, in die unendlichen Weiten des Nexus. Welche Geschichten werden uns dort erwarten?

Poem: Qhira was the last daughter of Iresia. A refugee from a broken realm, taking the lives of others within the Nexus for gold? That could sustain her body, but not her soul.

The story of one of the few heroes to originate within the Nexus... The girl who struggled against all odds, to defeat the evil within her home.

Oneshot: Just because you're drawn into the Nexus, that doesn't mean you can escape the sins you committed in the world you left behind...

Oneshot: Like his father, Anduin had been drawn into the Nexus. Like his father, Anduin wielded the sword named Shalamayne. Like his father, Anduin would fight in the battles of the Realm Lords. But unlike his father, Anduin would not draw his sword in battle unless absolutely necessary...

Oneshot: Anduin believed in peace, but he'd come to accept that it was sometimes necessary to fight for it. But in the Nexus, where wars were waged for their own sake...how could he fit into a world like that?

While the war for Alterac rages, a new threat to the nexus has emerged, ready to sweep through the warring realms, consuming all. Some know this foe, some don't. Many will fight against it. The Omegaswarm has come. (Separate to Stormclouds entirely, follows what we know of canon)

Michael Davidson, an eighteen year old like any other, is abruptly pulled into the Nexus. Wrapped up in this interdimensional hub, he intends to make the most of it. (Adventure, humor, drama, and possible romance. This story does not exist in or reference any lore Blizzard has established for HotS.)

Oneshot: If you're going to explore the Nexus, it's a good idea to have good company.

Oneshot: Sometimes, death could occur within the Nexus. One day, even the Storm itself would die.

A collection of drabbles and short stories following Sylvanas and her less than thrilling adventures in the realms of the Nexus, no matter how peaceful or intense they get. Written in non-chronological order. Contains black comedy, Sylvanas/Nova/Li-Ming/Valeera harem-not-harem, and anti-SJW content.

A series of moments, showing how the relationships of each of the heroes formed. Open to requests. Pre-Stormclouds.

Poem: Oberon had been dethroned. Orphea now had lordship over the Raven Court.

Poem: "You really don't want to know what's in the box."

Oneshot: All needed to face the raven eventually. Sometimes, even those within the Nexus.

As romance continues to bloom between Brightwing and Dehaka, frustrations begin to rise for the rest of their team. It's hard to focus on winning the game when you're head-over-heels in love! Featuring the best reason to get silenced of all time!

Oneshot: It was in Stratholme where they had first crossed paths. It was in Northrend where they had last crossed blades. And it was in the Nexus when they were once again brought into confrontation...

Oneshot: Death meant little in the Nexus - many were the times that warriors of the realm lords returned. Maybe it wasn't that the people were living, but rather, they were in stages of unlife. And yet sometimes, truth death could be achieved...

Oneshot. In commemoration of the upcoming BW rework, and her own fears about such things.

Oneshot: Once, the realm lords had been content to squabble amongst themselves. But something had changed. The Raven Lord had set his sights upon all the Nexus. Now, men would fight and die under the banners of their lords. Or in some cases, the banners of worlds beyond their own...

Oneshot: The realm lords were the masters of the Nexus. And they would suffer no rival.