*UNDER REWRITE* [Cover credits to @Jimmy_Solidarity] In the land of Empiria, lies magic. But our story starts in the land of the elves. Hidden within the Elven mountain range bordering the unknown, tucked between the cliffs and valleys lies Rivendale, the capital of the Elven Empire. This land has known peace for centuries, under a millennium of righteous rulers...but soon that would be coming to an abrupt and bloody end. After the brutal murder of Ry Rohan and Awl Pandora, their son Scott Major has let the crown lay heavy on his head. His reign is instantly plagued by a commotion amongst the 12 empires. There is an unsteady peace between several of the neighboring realms, for once void of wars. But with a demon on the loose, people are bound to choose sides... Enemies will turn to allies and allies into enemies, friends will be made and bridges are to be burned in the turmoil that is soon to come. Revenge was brewing. Revenge that would be as painful and sharp as a knife. TW: swearing and violence/gore

Stretched fin as canvas, will Hermitcraft become the portrait of tragedy? Another burning sun rises over season seven, happy Hermits busily build away unaware of the danger that lurks so near. A past painfully springs to the surface as a certain Enderain is back to his old tricks. The whole town goes crazy. Secrets revealed, backs knifed, friends scream. A short blonde builder the linchpin of it all. They must use silly tactics, preserve through hopelessness, and sacrifice everything to protect their beautiful home of Hermitcraft! Grian whispers to MumboJumbo: Tomorrow morning, bring rope! Tango whispers to ImpulseVS: You ok? Welsknight whispers to Hypnotized: Bring med stuff Xisumavoid whispers to EthosLab: I need to talk to you. ZombieCleo whispers to JoeHills: Why aren't you answering?! Bdoubleo100 whispers to GoodTimesWithScar: WHERE ARE YOU, GRACIOUS MAYOR?!! Grian was blown up StressMonster101 whispers to Iskall85: Haven't seen yah, want to get together? :) Cubfan39: Guess what False and me just saw! MumboJumbo: Cub I hate you. EthosLab has left the game Keralis whispers to Xisumavoid: DOC'S GOAT! NOW! iJevin whispers to Zedaph: Somewhere no one will see us. Grian:TANGO GETT ME OUT OF HEERE! XBcrafted whispers to TinFoilChef: Need your help! You know where. Vintagebeef whispers to Docm77: I think I have something of yours. Grian whispers to MumboJumbo: Thanks for everything, spoon. ALL Hermits majorly featured Note: I'm writing this to get better at writing and I was inspired by HC to be more creative. This story is from the prospective of characters I created/YouTuber's personas, not the actual YouTubers. But there is no ships. I'm generally a PG writer. I just want to have fun pushing my creativity and expressing my gratitude for this content and the people behind it. Hope you enjoy!💕 Note (four years later): Okay...PG is a relative term...

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I feel like when people look at the royals, they think that we have it good. We're rich, have a lot of power, and can do basically anything we want! Well...that's partly true. The one thing we don't have is freedom. Ever since I was born, my future has been set in stone. I was basically guaranteed the role as king, even if I didn't want it. And trust me when I tell you, I did not want it. ~•~ Joel has always been a rebellious kid. His parents were strict and gave him lessons upon lessons of how to be a proper prince and what fork to use when eating a meal, but none of it really sinked into Joel's mind. And that's mostly because he wanted to do his own thing and learn how to be a knight. What's the fun in being all fancy everyday when you can fight? But Joel's rebellious behavior suddenly met its match when he was told that he would have to marry someone in order to be allies with their kingdom so then they wouldn't be caught up in a potential war. ~ (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! I do not post on Ao3 or any other site, if you see my work on there please let me know so I can handle it, thank you.

because I'm obsessed WILL INCLUDE: - Ships - Team shenanigans - Mosty life series WILL MAYBE INCLUDE: - Empires - Dream smp

WARNING: this story includes mentions of self harm and cursing. If any of that bothers you, feel free to click off. Error. Glitch. A mistake. That's what I am. Everything was fine. I loved my life. I had great friends, a supportive family, and a huge crush on two guys at my school. They're also my friends. Their names are Mumbo and Scar. I've been friends for them for about 3 years. Same with Timmy, Lizzie, Kisha, and Joel. Well, I've only known Joel for about a year, but he's kinda like the father of our group. I also have an older sister named Pearl, but they don't normally sit with me and my friends. Anyway, One night, I went to bed and...woke up in a black room with a giant purple eye in the center of it. I thought it was a dream, but before I could do anything, I felt ropes wrap around me and start to tare me apart. A searing pain ripped through my body as I screamed in agony, begging for it to stop. And about a second later, It did. I gasped as I fell onto the floor. I got up and turned around. My mouth fell open as I saw another version of me. They stepped back and fell into the endless darkness. I jumped after them, And landed in my bedroom. I gasped, looking at my hands, noticing a purple eye on it. I sat up, hearing my mother sing along to Taylor Swift downstairs. I saw my hand glitch for a second and something told me that what I experienced wasn't a dream. I was somehow...split in half. An error. (Cover art is made by me but I just inserted pics from online into it lol) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on any other site besides Wattpad, it is not mine. I only post on Wattpad.

WARNING: this story includes mild cursing, mentions of self-harm, fire, and death. If any of this bothers you, feel free to click off. Fire. Fire is such an interesting word. Such an interesting feeling. ...I hate it. Fire is such a powerful force. I hate it...but I also love it... And I'm going to have to learn to love it a little bit more. I will face it and I will have to live with it... That's the way things are. There's nothing to be done... You keep hoping that everything will get better and get better, and it never does. I keep hoping for a day when my life can look like the movies I see and then I wake up the next day... And everything will work out fine. But that's not how life works. And it's certainly not how my life works. (Cover art is not mine) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!! If you see this story on any other site besides Wattpad, it is not mine. I only post on Wattpad. Also shoutouts to @Kitkatweirdo27, ans @AshaFunnyBunny for listening to me rant abt this story for months and helping give me ideas for it

[Cover credits to @Allium687] *descrip under rewrite*

~Scott disappears soon after his brother, the crystal leaving with him, but the last thing he did was merge everything in everyones mind, making everyone think that him and his brother were the same being, making them think he was evil, in hope that they wouldnt follow.~

Hey this book is a sequel to Error. Please read that first! WARNING: includes death, mentions of self harm, abuse, and cursing. Feel free to click off if any of that makes you uncomfortable Martyn was found dead on his bedroom floor. Blood was leaking from his forehead. He was...dead. And it's all my fault. I̸̮̒͂̑̚ ̷̢̲̙̏̏́̆c̸̹̖̅å̶̜̾̓n̶͋̅͛͜'̵̝͔̱̥̝̒t̷͕̘͙̋͆̊̐́͜ ̵̥̱̝̐͌d̸̩̩̠͇̰̓͌̀o̸̡͕̹̩͆̅̓̕͝ ̷̨̹̱͓̝͘ẗ̴̖̼́͒̎h̶͕̾̿į̶̓ͅs̶̯̅̓ͅ.̶͖̭̙̽̄̏̕ ̵̡̣̣̥̮̈́͆̌̎́ Ḯ̴̧̞͓͆͆t̵̡̟̟͗̽̚͜'̸͎̝̀͌̉s̴̹͈͔̓͌ ̸͎͚̈́̌̏a̵͐̒̇̚͜l̷͈̼̟̂́͂l̷͉̊ ̵̳͈̝̄͊̀t̵̟̫͒̃͐o̸͎̊̉͘ȯ̵͕͇̩͌ͅ ̶̣̗͊̌ͅͅm̶̺̝̚ŭ̵̡̥͍̦c̴̹̚ḩ̵̪͎̈̆̈́͜.̸̨͖̊̐̈́̉̆ I shouldn't've shouted and been so mean to him. He killed himself because of me. I know it. At least...I'm pretty sure. But there's something weird with Grian, Mumbo, and Scar. It's like they know something I don't. Is it something with Martyn? I know he's my ex but...a part of me still loves him. AHHHH!! Why is this so confusing?! A part of me loves Martyn and I know it always will, but another part of me wants to be with Jimmy. What should I do? ... I know. I should talk to Grian and find out the truth. Because I'm tired of being lied to and shoved to the side. So Grian, if you hear this, Get ready to spill the beans. ~~•~~ Scott tries and finds the truth behind everything while Grian tries to hide it all. Mumbo has trouble in his relationship as he constantly gets shoved aside, and Scar gets flashbacks to when he was a kid and how he got his name in the first place. And Jimmy :) Jimmy gets thrown into the middle of this, not knowing what to do or who to believe. He actually ends up debating leaving all of his friends to look out for himself. Besides, the only person we know best is ourselves. (Cover art is not mine)