Evil Xisuma is released from The Void after being banished into the black abyss two years before. Now he's back in Hermitcraft, and the Hermits don't know what to think. Should they ban him again or forgive and forget? Welcome him back with open arms and cookies or hurt him before he hurts them? And what the heck happened to him while in The Void? Hi! I'm Mya... Um... So...yeah... I'm writing a Hermitcraft AU... Enjoy!!

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!

Grian thought he was safe in Hermitcraft and why wouldn't he? he has been for the last four years. Something has allowed the Watchers to find him and they are not happy he left. --- Updates every Saturday --- My first attempt at a whump fic. I read enough of them, thought I might try and contribute my own.

Oneshots, mini series and other random stuff from the magicverse, the universe from my book, Hidden Magic.

In a world where all magic is outlawed, finding a magic user is a hard thing to do. Being one is so much harder, with authorities who would hunt you down untill they kill you and no-one you can trust, how could a magic user hope to survive? Hermitcraft is a hidden safe-space, where magic users can hide from the authorities, the outside world, in a family of other magic users, but it's impossible to find without being brought there, so many magic users could never hope for salvation, since they don't know it exists. ((Bad at descriptions))

"But," he started, tilting the player's chin up with the tip of his sword. "Every ruler has their downfall eventually." The Watcher smirked at the player, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "While that may be true, we don't rule." The player leaned back, kicking the sword out of his face and, faster than the blink of an eye, held the Watcher at bow-point. "We protect." The Hermits are not my characters. Set in Season VII. As the title and cover 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. When the writing feather got bored, she rewrote her first official book ever. (plz dont look at it)

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)

"One day, Grian, I'll make it happen." "If you do, it'll be your downfall." Ariyaquila's first finished book. As the title says, this is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits or admins, nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. Libra Skyward and the Head Watcher are my characters. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'purple galaxy planets' and picking one)

Description: "Heh, powerful as one can be having the best of both worlds, having the Admin and Watcher magic, you cannot resist against the code no matter how corrupted or clean it may be in your eyes. It's my duty to bring back the balance, meaning destroying the works of the brothers while I'm at it" The white hooded Entity sneered, hatred evident in his glitchy voice. Ruby red eyes drilling into the player's soul. As a smile crept up to its face as it tightened its grip on the winged player. He kicked it as he held his dual swords, by his side. "If you are doing your duty, I'm going mine" He growled. It looked amused despite the inhuman face it held, wanting him to continue. "My duty as the Protector" [-----------------] Disclaimer: I had a lot of inspiration from other writers so I hope you guys understand, I will try to make this as original as possible! Thank you and enjoy the story! [-----------------] Cover drawn and edited by me