The world ended a long time ago. Some humans survived. But in order to do so, the original Survivors enhanced themselves with animal DNA, adopting traits that allowed them to live in this mutated wilderness of giant Beasts and vast, unexplored swathes of jungle-AKA, the Wold. But something that unnatural had to come at a cost. Meet Ash-one of the unlucky ones. She's almost human-71%, to be exact. With cat claws, ears, and a lot of anxiety, she's on the run to avoid death or slavery at the hands of human purists in the Capital. And, she just might have accidentally set out to save the rest of her kind along the way. When she encounters Stone on her quest, a brooding wolf-boy who relies on knives and sarcasm to fight his way through the Wold, she may get a lot more than she signed up for, as he decides to accompany her along on her quest. Through endless battles, hidden villages, and touching encounters with the travelers of the Wold, Ash and Stone may just change the world as they know it.

I'm just putting my ideas here and sharing it and maybe be a future book who knows. I don't own MHA or OTHER ANIMES, ARTS and GAMES!!

This is a poem based off of the book ' I hunt killers ' by barry lyga. I feel as if it's an accurate description and does the book accurate justice

|| Highest Rank - #1 in Teen Fiction || Coral Stewart is a nerdy seventeen year old girl who is way too smart for her own good. She has already graduated and has been hired at St Martin's, an all boys school. The only problem with this is that she has to attempt to teach four boys History - and trust me when I say they are not going to make it easy for her. One nerdy girl. Four perverted boys. One History lesson every Friday. What could possibly go wrong? *=*=*=* Warning: There's gonna be dramaaaaa [Completed] Copyright © by Laylaa Khan

Everything she does mends the world around her, but she is considered a monster. If she touches the earth, delicate white flowers sprout from the soil. If she touches the skin of another, their bodies are cleansed of any pain or sickness. If she speaks, her voice entices any listener with its inexplicable tone. And if she sings, miracles happen. She doesn't go outside, she doesn't touch people, she doesn't speak, and she never sings. Regardless of her desire to do those simple things, her unobliging caretakers would never allow it. All she can do is sit and watch as the world moves on without her . . . But what will she do when a strange group of travelers enter the village and the barrier standing between her and freedom is finally removed? Will she flee into a journey full of color? Or will she cower in fear of revisiting the horrors of her bloodstained past? - - - "Do you have a name?" ". . ." "Can you speak?" ". . ." "I have a feeling we're going to get along rather well." - - - OC x Shin-Ah :)