The cold nightmare, entrapping the bloodstarved hunters of Yharnam, all zealots and failures, fallen so far from their previous glory. The Hunters stuck here fight and fight, kill and kill, with only an endless and mindless bloodlust to spur them on. But in this grim and dark world of Yharnam, one man, with so many underlying vices and virtues of his own, believes it is his duty to reclaim the fractured city and end the endless nightmare. And Vaal, the slayer, the devil, the Good Hunter, will see it done. But as he traces his steps, as he approaches the climax of his desire, with the spirit of his dead mentor on his back, Vaal encounters a new obstacle, an obstacle that turns out to be more a blessing, than a curse. After everything, the torment of his fight through Yharnam, the one last thing that stands in his way... Is the famed and utterly deadly, Lady Maria of the Astral Clocktower. Rewritten and republished due to chapter glitch. First of a series. Act II description: With the nightmare over and dealt with, purged away by the combined forces of Vaal, Maria, and his not-so dead mentor, Gehrman, the duo of Vaal and Maria turn their attention to the next biggest threat to Yharnam, the Choir. Their ranks bolstered, Vaal and Maria face the choir at every turn, battle after battle, all to win the city of Yharnam, to protect it, to protect their homes. But along the way, as with any war, people get hurt, and Vaal is forced to deal with the same crippling emotion and fear from his past... Guilt, over the death of a friend, of family.

In ORV's world, the apocalypse happens. Cale is working. Yoo Jonghyuk is a sunfish. Kim Dokja is dead. Klein is in depression. Xin Jian is preparing to mess up the timeline once again and Tarot Club members are searching for The Fool. Angst-lovers, here I come! ORV x LOTM x TCF crossover

LOTM x TOTCF CROSSOVER Crossposted on Ao3

What would happen if you were trapped at an Amusement park with Creepypastas such as Jeff The Killer and Laughing Jack? Well, Amy and her friends are soon to find out. Will they survive and escape the horror or die in the nightmare? P.S.- This story contains a bit of romance :) I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CREEPYPASTAS IN THIS BOOK!!! P.S.S: Why are people still reading this trash of a book? It's really bad...to me anyway.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

The slaves of Menes Khaldun raised their chained hands, wrapping the dark skinned body of the princess in gold sewn cloth. Her kohl lined eyes burned with fury as her screams were sealed away. High above in the palace a curly haired man stood up, "Ma'salam Rana Amenemhat," he said softly, watching the gleaming sarcophagus slip under the sparkling surface of the water. Far away, in an entirely different realm, did the dead princess emerge roaring from the Nile. Gasping for air, she dragged herself out the river wheezing. A shadow appeared out of nowhere, and a finger slid under her chin tipping her head up. Her eyes fluttered open, widening as she gazed into the gleaming eyes of the man before her. He tilted his head, power rolling off him in waves and a grin slid onto his face, "Welcome to the afterlife Khaleesi." "Get your hands off me."