You were a recruit, asked to join a rebellion you didn't believe in- to fight against people you didn't know- all the while carrying around the knowledge and the secret that... You couldn't die. Not without extra steps. . . . . . .

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK SIX --- Addendum (noun); an item of additional material, typically omissions, added at the end of a book or other publication --- A collection of pieces puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit into the rest of the story - oneshots and timelines and little asides about the universe from the point of someone who's thought way too much about it.

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.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

the one where y/n falls for demon boys " IF YOU DIDN'T SLAP YOURSELF , I CAN SLAP YOU FOR YOU ! " begun: 19.12.2019 published: 20.12.2019 ended: 11.06.2020 revamped: 02.03.2022 ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ✔︎ © 2023 miralbedo; all rights reserved, and please do not copy my content or claim mine as your work. ✯ Highest Rankings: #1 in aphmau (06.09.2020) #1 in asch (14.03.2020) #1 in rhys (15.02.2022) #1 in pierce (11.08.2023) #1 in mid (22.03.2022) #1 in myinnerdemons (22.03.2022) #1 in daemos (25.09.2024) #2 in leif (30.03.2020) #2 in devon (15.02.2022) #3 in ava (11.08.2023) #4 in noi (14.03.2020) #4 in lorelai (30.12.2020) #38 in jake (30.03.2020) #132 in demons (30.03.2022)

To many people, content creators have been a massive part of their life. They taught you, brought you happiness and became the light that would glow brightly in your darkest days. Now, what if they started disappearing out of nowhere? *Main story completed* ------------- Content Warnings: Superpowers, Violence, Horror elements (at first), Long chapters, Another reality, Friends to lovers, Action, Blood. Word count: 146k+ Cover art by Chromaticitea at Twitter!

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.

1,000 years before current events, two young daemos Prince Asch and both a outsider and magicks student named Y/n were extremely close. But one day Y/n went mysteriously missing from Daemos, causing the once happy prince to develop a cold shell. Now 1,000 years later Asch and his knights may have finally found the girl again.

This isn't my first fanfiction, but it is on here. May/may not be good. This has candybats shiping stuff, if you don't like that, you can leave this is gay. be warned. BUT I SWEAR NOTHING THAT BAD HAPPENS LOL. the chapters are really short

[my inner demons x child!reader] ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── to have innocence is to see the good in everything bad, and to not know the pain of an empty heart. when you take a child and drop them into the lives of five dangerous, otherworldly beings... you can really see how a child's innocence can melt even the coldest of spirits. ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──── * ˚ ✦ started: december 2022 * ˚ ✧ ended: [tbd] ──── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ────