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How do you get rid of the biggest part of you? How do you ignore the call of something so beautiful yet so deadly? How do you resist the darkness that's been living, growing and thriving within you even before you were born? How do you turn down the only chance to get all the answers you desire, even if it leads you down a path of chaos, horror, and madness? A path others have fought for you not to tread. But why even fight at all? Why fight a fire that only burns brighter? "Listen, you can choose not to believe this. But I've been where you are, I've felt what you feel." I opened my mouth to snap back, but he continued in a cracked voice. "Don't ask me how I know-all I know is I dont want to hurt you. I dont want a throne. I just...I just want you to be okay. I can't...I can't lose you too." His eyes shone with sincerity and heart-wrenching pain. But neither affected me. Not anymore. "What makes you think I care about you losing me," I whispered. "When I don't even care if I lose myself?" The others may be trying to douse the fire, but I rather let it burn. Burn until it consumed us all.

Most of us long to "Be" but when the path gets too costly, or steep, we take solace in what we "Have." Remove the trappings of what we own and then what is the sum of us? They were the survivors, abandoned by the allies who swore to protect, in the ultimate gesture of greed and betrayal. Their world plunged into annihilation and chaos. With the passage of years in this blighted landscape order was established anew. Those who had been anonymous before the war found their will to rule, those who had experienced the comforts and ease of western life, thrust into darkness and despair. This brutal conflict had awoken those long sleeping, those who had ceased to care, those of immense power, the ones entrusted with the safe keeping of the often volatile mankind. Although their parallel world too was at risk, lethargy and arrogance ruled them. Against the backdrop of this savage landscape the saga of three such tribes of survivors unfold, and the unwitting chosen among them. One tribe sought to prosper via savagery, one by organized military might, and the other who ruled with no more than fairness and love. Three tribes thrown together, competing for the limited resources to survive, in a world teetering on the brink of total decimation. Driven by human avarice.

"You're a nobody!" "Go die in Hell!" "It's the insane slut!" "Don't hurt me," After being forced to watch all your siblings burn to death, by your aunt and uncle you have never left your room. One day will you sit in your room and cry, something pulls you from the safety of this world of this. Many skeletons stood over your shoulder watching you. But they no nothing about you and your past. What happens when the Sans' fall for you and maybe you even fall for a couple of them? Do you let them see the true you? Or lock it away so nobody can find it ever again? Find out in 'Mission: Sanity' Warning this book countians cussing, strong violence, suicidal actions, and NO lemons (Eww! I don't do that stuff you filthy sinners). Also a lot of gore. ||Started: 7/29/17|| ||Ended: 4/5/19||

"I bandaged everything the best I could. It will need stitches. However, I'm afraid that it is broken. Same as your leg. Broken and needs stitches. How's your head feeling? I haven't been able to get that sucker to stop bleeding." His voice sliced through the air. I stare at him, confused, looking around, wanting to be anywhere but here. He clears his throat once again. "Mate, did you hear me?" "How is your head feeling?" I close my eyes. What the fuck? What the fuck? I was angry, annoyed, and frightened. What, mate? What cruel world would make me mate with a wolf? No, no, no... My arm and leg were throbbing intensely. My head was screaming. I brought my fingers up to my head to try and rub the pain away. I needed to leave. Now. I told myself. My mind is still groggy, unable to swiftly move my body like I need to. I didn't even notice I was crying until his voice rang through my ears once again. His footsteps quickly, walking across the hardwood floor. The first book in the series Not very good lol 😆 Completed, still needs editing though let me know what you think!

[THIS IS THEIR DSMP PERSONAS, NOT THE CONTENT CREATORS. DON'T SEND HATE TO ANYONE] "Sap, George - check out this mask I found!" "Nice! Are you going to use it in the next manhunt?" "Probably, yeah! It's an added challenge - I can't see too well in it." Not even one of them noticed the tinge of purple smoke creeping in tendrils around the green-hooded man's fingers, lashing out from the ivory of the mask, a black smiley face engraved in the plastic. It was okay, though. He wouldn't remember anything anyway. When he next opened his eyes, obsidian walls surrounded him, a wall of lava searing his vision and an axed maniac taking meticulous steps closer...

Cold and darkness, that's all you can first remember from when you first woke up. You would turn your head to still see nothing. Whimper in fear as your little clawed hands try to grab at anything around them. Your whimpering turns into frantic chirping as all you could feel was cold stone. A high pitched roar escaped you, trying to call out to anything to help you, to embrace you. But nothing answered, in a last desperate attempt to find some sort of comfort in this cold world you dig your claws into the stone as it breaks easily from your touch. So you start to dig up, and up, and up. Away from where you first born, The Darklands. (This is a mix of a reader story and kinda just a straight up Warden baby. I just wanted to see Gunmar take care of a baby. There was a story about Bular taking care of a whelp so I thought why not the dad? Also the baby's wardens mouth does not hang open.)

"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?

What happens when the mundane world you despise suddenly shatters around you? Kitsuka hates his predictable college life, the fake smiles, meaningless friendships, and endless routine. But when mysterious fighters tear through his classroom ceiling and a faceless entity drags him into another world, his boring existence becomes the least of his problems. Waking up in a strange realm with impossible skies and deadly creatures, Kitsuka discovers something has changed within him. When he should have died, he didn't. When he should have been weak, he wasn't. As his friends lie unconscious in a cave, Kitsuka faces a choice that will define who he becomes in this new world: cling to his past self, or embrace the darkness that whispers of power and freedom. Sometimes the monster you become is exactly what you needed to be. A dark psychological fantasy about transformation, isolation, and the price of power. Content Warnings: Violence, blood, psychological themes, morally gray protagonist IMPORTANT: NO AI Use in the writing or even Image in this story.

After a brutal ancient, the sole survivor of the ancient (y/n) revived a blow to the head. Amnesia was the result that the doctors gave him. But unknown to the doctors he didn't just get a memory wash but four dead gods of chaos entered the mind of (y/n) becoming bound to him soul and mind. The three factions now have to deal with these four forgotten gods's new champion. Will he destroy everything that mean peace in this world? Or will...You know what I honestly don't know its up to him not this guy. But I'm getting off planet when I can!