PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

We all know that Phil has three sons, Wilbur, Techno, and Tommy; but what if he had another child. A daughter. And what if no one had seen her for years? Written during Tommy's exile. All plot points are my own, this is not canon, none of this has or will happen on the SMP. 33,917 words in total, not including A/N #1 in PhilzaMinecraft 2/21/2021 #2 in PhilzaMinecraft 2/28/2021 #1 in PhilzaMinecraft 3/7/2021 #1 in WilburSoot 3/10/2021 #2 in Fundy 3/14/2021 #1 in Streamers 4/4/2021 #1 in Streamers 4/17/2021 #1 in Fundy 10/1/2023

𝗙𝗲𝗿𝗻𝘄𝗲𝗵 - (𝗇) • 𝖦𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖠𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌; 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇. "𝖢𝗋𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗅," ♔︎ » Soot purrs against your soft pats. Abruptly, she jerks her head towards the door. You crack open an eye. "What is it?" A grunt and curse answers your question. Soot leaps off onto the floor as you stand. Who the hell could be here at this hour?

Y/n was given the curse of the grim reaper. Cool, right? She could recover from any injury in seconds, levitate any object or life-form, summon a bad-ass scythe our of thin air, and travel to hell. She knew Satan himself! (he is a real pain in the ass) But she lost somebody...or some people, very dear to her when she was little. And y/n will stop at nothing to get them back. Even if it means becoming a villain. So that's what she did. Soon enough Y/n was a nasty villain, given the name... 'Reaper' But she is just misunderstood. In her eyes, she has done nothing out of the ordinary for family. She tells herself, 'it's for family.' every time she second guesses her decisions. And she still thinks it is right. Nothing will change her mind. BeWare: 🌟crackhead shit🌟 ✨swearing^^✨ 💫memes💫 ⭐️references⭐️ Disclaimer - I do not own bnha/mha I only own this story. Also the artwork for the cover is not mine. Updates on Wendsday and Saturday!!! Story started - March 13th 2020 Story ended - July 13th 2020

bad·ass /ˈbadˌas/ INFORMAL•NORTH AMERICAN noun noun: badass; plural noun: badasses; noun: bad-ass; plural noun: bad-asses 1. a tough, uncompromising, or intimidating person. "COME AT ME, TRICK ASS HOE I'LL PUT YOU DOWN LIKE A HORSE WITH A BROKEN LEG!!" I'll be blunt. You're in prison. For various reasons. You killed people. A lot of people. Your name is Y/n L/n (duh). Your father died on a hero mission and your mother... didn't respond well to it. She strayed from the hero path, leaving you. You are an... interesting person... ahem. Hella gay. Hella str8. Hella a bitch. "BITCH I KNOW YOU AIN'T TALKIN TO ME I'LL HARVEST YOUR LEG HAIRS!!" Kinda violent but at the same time you're hella nice and calm. "Talk to me like I'm a goddamn Nazi again and I'll pull your asshole out from your mouth you fucking worm." #1 in anime Highest Ranking #1 in idkwhatimdoing Highest Ranking #1 in animexreader Highest Ranking #1 in myhero Highest Ranking #1 in animeworld Highest Ranking #1 in vines Highest Ranking #1 in readerxvarious Highest Ranking #1 in crack Highest Ranking #1 in what Highest Ranking #1 in weird Highest Ranking #1 in my Highest Ranking #1 in craziness Highest Ranking #3 in fanfiction Highest Ranking #3 in hero Highest Ranking #5 in bnha Highest Ranking #7 in help Highest Ranking #9 in powers Highest Ranking #16 in readerxcharacter Highest Ranking (I own nothing!) (Everything and everyone belongs to their rightful owner!) (I only own the plot and my OC's!) (You own yourself!) (Warning!: Blood, cursing, gore!!)

while y/n was too busy yelling at her friend angelina for not helping her fight back people in bed wars, ranboo was still considering if he should raid you or not ty for 1M!!!<3

"What's your allegiance, Ranboo?" "L'manburg." "Good choice." ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── If anyone mentioned in this book wants it taken down I will. Ranboo please don't read this, seriously.

What happens when you move next door to Ranboo your favorite streamer? I don't quite know 😏 read and find out Also if ranboo ever finds this no u didnt