All bad things start with storms, So when a freak storm appears on the server it's no wonder things go wrong. After Grian ends up in an unfortunate accident he wakes up to find himself in an unrecognisable forest with no memory of his past events and unusual powers that he feels he shouldn't have anymore, along with some troubling side effects. As he tries to remember what happened to him and who this mysterious white eyed figure that is always nearby is, he makes new friends under a new, or rather old name. He begins to wonder what his old life was like, and if it really mattered, Will he be able to remember what happened before something horrible happens, or will he go on his own path, unaware of everything he's leaving behind [this is not a ship fic, sorry if you came here for any of that [this is me the to be a tragic story line and may have a few disturbing topics including gore and various mental health issues [Reader discretion is advised (Yes there will be a few Oc's in this story but nothing that changes the HermitCraft cannon too much)

"Grian!" The young hermit heard Iskall shout, "Fly away!" The sweetish hermit threw him rockets. "Bu-" before Grian could ask about the others the hiss of tnt being lit the older gave him a sad look and a nod. Grian, with tears in his eyes, lit a few rockets and flew up in the air, flying away.

"Each world has its own story. Even if you tried to get a story from me, I wouldn't be able to tell you half of it. There is so much life in each build and block, and each event has told their own tale. But it has to start somewhere." Fate has the oddest ways of getting people together. It might tear your world apart as you know it. It might give you loss and grief. It might even show you a side that you never knew you had. But it does all this for a reason. What is that reason? Well... You'll have to find out. This is the origin of how Hermitcraft came to be. Just remember-- Every end of a story is a new beginning for another. - Some information before you start the story: - This story takes place before Hermitcraft officially started, so maybe 7-8 years ago or so. - Despite this, though, the world is set in 1.13/1.14. - If you die, it's permanent. There are no respawn mechanisms. - The backstories for each character are based around events that happened in Season 6, which might not be relevant in seasons to come. - The total word count for this story is 49,001. It was originally published on October 16, 2019. - I try to mention each Hermit at least once, but I might have missed some. DISCLAIMER: This book does hint at a bit of shipping. I write ships based on the Hermits' Minecraft personas and not their actual IRL selves. None of this content is meant to offend anyone, it's purely a writing hobby. If any of the Hermits find any of my content disrespectful or uncomfortable, I have no problem in taking it down. With all that being said, enjoy the story!

"It all started because a god got too horny." A HermitCraft AU with Greek Gods Characters are not written to personality Zedaph, VintageBeef, and XbCrafted were not familiar with tales of Greek gods, it stayed like that until an unknown monster from the night attack, and they got saved by a nature-loving centaur named Scar. Since then, they meet new people like them; But someone is targeting all of them, the question is who? [3/16/2022]- Edited up grammar mistakes (Cover art by me) (IDK how to write) (I am clearly a PJO fan)

What would you do if everything you used to know and love fell apart right before your eyes? Thrown into a new reality you didn't know nor wished to. Sounds like a nightmare right? Well, lucky me. This is my reality. I get to live in constant fear and anxiety for those I wish to protect. I get to deal with having new abilities that only tie me down, dragging me further until I can no longer breath. Could I ever learn to control my new and foreign power? Could I ever run at this new change with open arms? Could I ever even gain enough strength to carry on? All I know is I've learned how to lie. I've learned how to love, and know how to cry. I've been taught how to laugh, and I know how to give. But could I ever understand.. To Learn to Live. //Trigger Warnings// Blood. Self-harm. Violence. Intense gore. Tourture. Insanity. Sickness. Possibly death. Angst (don't know if this counts : ) Proceed with caution, and have a lovely time reading<3

Sit down and get youself a hot cup of tea while I tell you a tale. A tale of someone who suffered, someone who lost battels but also of someone who celebrated of someone who won wars. Now be quiet for I am going to tell you the tale of an Evolutionist.

Something strange begins to happen to Grian, and he leaves the Island for information. But of course, his fellow Hermits have to come rescue him. He spends some time recovering and thinks it's all in the past. But after accidentally poisoning Mumbo, Grian discoveres the story isn't quite over yet.

With Grian still recovering and Evil Taurtis stronger than ever, Ex and Taurtis put their plan in motion, and not a moment too soon. A strange sickness is spreading through Hermitcraft, and it's side effects are... less than pleasant. Please read Book 1 first for context: https://www.wattpad.com/story/219020719-fight-or-flight

Grian is the most feared assassin known for his ability to kill swiftly and quietly. Hiding away, he holds a grudge against the King and anyone with power of unknown reasons. After an failed assassination attempt and a small look into the kingdom's history a few people start to wonder who the assassin really is. And even fewer wonder if they used to know the feared assassin. Only if they could capture him would all their questions answered. Right? Completed May 4th, 2023 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Is this my first hermitcraft fanfiction? Yes. Will everyone be ooc? Yep. Is there a copious amount of plot holes and weird writing? Yea Do I know what I'm doing? Absolutely not. I will add tags as the story goes. Enjoy!

Legends never die... but when they do, nothing good happens. If you want it to make sense, read The Watcher's Downfall. This is basically an AU, so things won't make sense without previous context. As the title says, this is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'cool galaxy planets' and picking one)