The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Two lovers, one heart... - Completed - Story cover made by @musuxo ♡

Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, King of Dreams, and to the Native Americans, The Dreamweaver. Tales of the Dreamweaver had always been Olivia's favorite as a child. Stories that were handed down from one Dreamwalker to another through the generations for over six thousand years. That was, until the dreams became nightmares and most of the Dreamwalkers died trying to wake loved ones from the Sleeping Sickness. Olivia was the last in a long line of Dreamwalkers, but in the current year, more began to awaken. Children were suddenly being taken from their cradles by an unknown entity and so Olivia asked the Dreamweaver for help. ON HIATUS thanks to my obsession for Game of Thrones and House of the Dragon. I promise to return to this once that settles down.

When a Petty Officer is found dead in an abandoned warehouse, Team Gibbs has to find the murderer. As they investigate, the team stumbles upon a girl who rivals Gibbs like no other. When they finally find out what happened, the team finds out even more when the girl is a part of an international assassin ring. (I Do Not Own NCIS, just my OC)

"Frank Iero. A younger man with a dazzling appearance; pale skin coated in tattoos, stunning hazel eyes, a stupid, overly-excited smile that was almost always plastered across his face... I couldn't wait to smear his blood all over the walls". Gerard Way is a murderer, and Frank Iero is his next victim. The night has finally come for Gerard to kill him. However, some complications arise in the process.

My mum told me that someone is coming to live with us for a little while its one of my brothers friends, but he's just out of jail so he's only here until he gets his own place, gets back on his feet. I asked her why he was in jail. She told me he killed someone. Is she insane she's letting a murder live here.

Can you stop the darkness within him?

[ COMPLETE ] ❝even the moon has a dark side❞ [ 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐬 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐚 ] [ 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 ] © frosch, 2018

Suppress the force. They'll never find you. I'm a Mandalorian. This is the way. A jedi padawan on the run from ex-impreials. An ex-bounty hunter betraying the guild in order to protect the asset. How you ended up being trained into jedi knighthood a few years after the great purge, while constantly on the lookout for ex-imperials, to being a dishwasher for a bartender was a long story. Now the biggest questions was, how did you trust a stranger so quickly? A Mandalorian ex-bounty hunter out of all people. Why was he so overprotective of this green-skinned creature who he claims is his own child? You tried to connect the dots. Stay hidden from the imps and work as an underpaid dishwasher until you hairs turn grey? Or leave with the Mandalorian? Leave with the Mandalorian it is... And hope that he doesn't kill you. Reader/(y/n) is female :)))))

Under the hood was something Kin had never seen before. Striking red skin with intricate, bold black tattoos. Golden rimmed eyes blankly stared at Kin, who couldn't pull her eyes off the man. She had never seen anything like this, for sure. "You're a Jedi." His voice is deep and unique. It sends a strange feeling through Kin, she almost forgets what he had just told her. She was a Jedi, well no. She wasn't- not anymore. She wasn't a real Jedi in the first place, never was even good enough to become a padawan. "No, I'm not a Jedi." *** Maul x oc cringey fic idk what to say