In a world of limitless magic, three godsiblings learn that some things from the past have a pesky way of coming back and should've stayed where it was supposed to: the grave. ************ Subha Patel's life was relatively peaceful for a witch growing up under a non magical family, even as a witch born with elemental powers. Regardless, that peace only lasted so long. Especially with The Boy Who Lived as your godbrother. Trying to navigate her life during her years at Hogwarts while dealing with Harry's fame was hard enough. With very limited knowledge about her family tree and an all-out war predicted to break out in the Wizarding world, the cons sometimes tend to outweigh the pros. Not to mention that their godsister Sakura Kinomoto also has to deal with the consequences despite being halfway across the globe....or is she? But as the impending war starts to become reality, Subha and her loved ones slowly end up getting caught up in the chaos. And amidst the conflict, her own story starts to unfold as she finds bits from her mother's past, unraveling years worth of her biological family's web of mysteries, lies and betrayals. But maybe some things are better left unknown, because if there's one lesson Subha is going to learn pretty quickly, it's that history has a very mysterious way of repeating itself. ********************** Highest Rank: {#2 in the cardcaptorsakura tag} {#12 in the ppg tag} {#87 in the httyd tag} {#364 in the potter tag} {#107 in the weasley tag} {#938 in the featured tag} (Please read the disclaimer before reading this story. I obviously dont own the worlds mashed in this fanfic, but the disclaimer has important information regarding the plot of the book.) Cover by me :)

The tales within this collection of short stories are either complete fabrications of my imagination or they are based on real events - mine or yours. You be the judge. Whether you are a diehard believer in all things paranormal or just like to be entertained, each story conveys some sort of psychic empowerment. I hope some of you find your own truths within these words. And don't worry - I won't leave you hanging for too long. I will let you know which stories are pure fiction and which are not. Stay tuned to learn how your guess can win you some cool stuff.

Short story collection. They gather in the dark: those who did not traverse to face their judgement when their mortal shells expired. It is within these darkest regions that the veil to the mortal realm is weakest. Sentinels stand at each of the seven gates, commanded by the gods to guard against the spirits that try to break out of Akasha. But there are some who manage. Many come seeking closure, demanding retribution for wrongs done onto them by their mortal brethren. No longer visible, they collate shadows, merging with the darkness to assume corporeal form that allows them to move among you, yet remain hidden; at least until it's too late to do anything more than beg for mercy. For darkness taints even the purest of souls.

All stories are from YourGhostStories, or from a wattpad member. NOW COLLECTING IN STORIES!

Interpret it how you wish

When seventeen year-old Runner was sentenced to death for stealing a loaf of bread in MegaCity One, his dreams were literally at an end. But then he opts to sign up for the Remnants of Men, a government sanctioned search for a rumoured fresh water lake beyond a radiated wasteland. At first, it seemed like a second chance to a new life, the transformation from zero to hero. But after an encounter with a rabid gang of men suffering an acute insanity, he soon comes to understand that he is one of many discarded into the wasteland to study the cannibalistic effects of a new drug called the Sixth Sense. Olivia Patterson has had one too many doses of the Sixth Sense and owes a massive debt to a shadowy rebel and loan shark called Death-Throe. Being the daughter of the City's dictator, she knows too well that the gallows awaits any who associates with the rebel. In an attempt to free herself, she acquires an asset in the form of Runner and finds herself always at the edge, for if he survives it means freedom for both, but if he dies...

Thoughts that are my own any bullshit I feel like saying quotes I write em here.

Sometimes the only spark of hope in a world riddled with chaos is a girl as broken and scarred as you. COMPLETE at 41 chapters.