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.

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.

"I sighed, putting the book back on the self. I walk over to my fireplace and sit next to it, putting my arms up making my hands heat up from the fire. It's been a few weeks since they came, by them I mean my old crew. My house burnt down, Wilbur still going on about blowing up Manberg, Tommy trying to stop him, Tubbo helping Tommy along with Fundy, Niki, Eret and a few more. I havent seen Techno In a while but knowing him hes fine, most likely gathering materials or farming." D I S C LA I M E R The love stuff is not rushed so it'll take some chapters for everything to began. If you like the love rushed then I do not recommend reading this but if you are fine with 'taking it slow' then feel free.

[ Technoblade x fem!reader ] Princess (Y/N) has been lucky enough to be the younger sibling her entire life. Never having to marry for the sake of politics. She planned to marry someone she loved and work along her sister to do what was best for her dimension. She had never expected to have her sister to give her hand in marriage to the brooding Piglin Prince of the Nether, but now that she had, (Y/N) was in for quite the adventure. Fanart on cover done by EtceteraArt on Twitter! #1 in Technoblade

Autumn, better known as Heather, is an up and coming Minecraft streamer who ends up crossing paths with a certain member of the Dream SMP. . (Starts in July 2020) . . . Dream x Female OC . Please keep in mind that this was written in December 2020/January 2021! 🎖 #1 - gaming #1 - minecraft #1 - dreamteam #4 - dreamwastaken #4 - youtube #6 - mcyt (December 29, 2020 - January 30, 2021)

Minho x (y/n) (y/n) wakes up in a rattling cage, unsure of where she is. Devoid of memories, she finds herself in surrounded by only boys in a vast green area. The glade. She's just another part of Wicked's cruel game, sent up there to confuse the test subjects so that Wicked can track and examine the new brain activity and the killzone patterns produced from all the gladers currently in the maze. But who is she? So many questions, but no answers... yet. This will follow mainly the movies, but I'm going to make some things different to fit in the storyline more. All characters belong to James Dashner except (y/n) :D and a few other minor characters.

y/n has been having nightmares for months, but hasn't told anyone, not even her best friend, Newt, about them. One night y/n has such a bad nightmare she wakes up screaming. Newt hears her and tries to help. (completed)

What happens when the goddess of life meets the blood god... You are apart of l'Manburg and no one truly appreciates you even your boyfriend Quackity. (I started this book long before Technoblade passed away. I have decided to continue this book and techno's memory will live on in this book and within all of us. He will not be forgotten...) This is my first story so I'm sorry if it isn't up to your standards or expectations!

"I know what it's like to be used! ...and so do you. Stay with me, please." A story in which the reader becomes a Technoblade apologist. ===== Cover art credit: noelhijkm - Instagram victorempov - Twitter Highly suggest checking them out. Their fanart is amazing! Heyo! This story will somewhat follow the plotline of the DreamSMP. Not to a tea but will hit the major events. It begins during the elections and exile. However, y/n has been around since the first revolution. It'll be a little more realistic, but aspects of Minecraft are still implemented (plus one self made one ;;;). We're in for a long one. Happy reading! WARNINGS: blood, swearing, angst, and gore Status: Complete <3 NO SMUT!!! If anyone within the DSMP is uncomfortable or asks for this story to be taken down, it will.