Un amor imposible; dos almas; un destino. Y si os dijera que me llamo Steve, y soy un demonio. Hijo del abismo más profundo, y oscuro infierno, donde interminablemente se sobrevive alimentándose de las almas corruptas de la raza humana. Donde se lucha por destrozar cualquier rastro sentimental. Mi pregunta es: ¿Llegaréis a ver el mundo de la misma manera que yo? "Me miró y todo mi cuerpo se estremeció; quise devorarla; deleitarme con su presencia; sentirme dentro de ella. Fue en aquel preciso momento cuando su mano se situó sobre la mía, y calmó la sed de mi existencia."

Noticias que podrían ser de este universo, pero por suerte son de otros universos..., creo..., espero..., confío...

This is actually a dream I had. I changed the guys name to Micah because... (a) I really like that name. (b) The actual "Micah" was a guy I have a crush on. :/ I'm remembering it piece by piece and adding on where the dream had jumped around. Hope you enjoy it. :)

It wasn't a secret that I've been alone since the incident ten years ago, that had me running for my life while they surrounded me with weapons of all sorts, poised to kill a eight year old child. I am different, I am alone and I am never going back. My name is Niall Horan, And I warn you this now before you read my story. It isn't a pleasant one in the slightest. This isn't a Fairy tale. I could tell you that my ending is happy to get you to listen to me. But my ending hasn't come yet. But it better come soon, happy or not. [Based off of the music video for Titanium by David Guetta ft. Sia]

Dahlia McLean finds herself thrust into a world of magic, monsters and immortals born at the beginning of time. She and her best friend, Troy Flarehill, and his sister, Helen are whisked away to a place where people of her 'type' are. And it is rumoured that at that place, all are descended from a magician who can control elemental magic...

Que pasaría si una niña de tan solo 5 años lograra ablandar el corazón de un frío vampiro que no ha sonreído en años, podrá cambiar su cruel forma de ser y ver como crece esta niña o simplemente tomará la sangre que los vampiros consideran

Everyone is hiding from something; a secret, a lie. Mine just happens to be a curse, one bestowed upon me before my first birthday; a curse that says I'm supposed to die before I turn sixteen. But that isn't going to happen, because I have a plan. You see, it's impossible to prick your finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel if you're locked in a cell.