[Ranked #782 for Dystopia] "What are you doing here?! Get OUT!" I shouted at him, eyes narrowing in anger. He is NOT supposed to be in here, it's against the law. OUR laws! "I-It was an accident! I'm sorry!" Yuma cried out, his white and red hair falling into his face as his wings rose defensively behind his back. White wings with black tips on each feather, they were spread out. He's going to attack... "Koume...! Please forgive me! I'm sorry!" He begged, folding his hands together in front of him. The mercy sign. I rolled my eyes, pushing my dark red locks out of my face and behind my ear, staring down at the crying Yuma. "You shall be sentenced to eternal sleep, Yuma. Rules are rules, OUR rules! Every single Aerae demon- or any demon in general other than us, are forbidden to enter through these blasted doors!" Meric- the Aerae demon to my left shouted. I glanced at him, suddenly taking everything back, in shambling pieces. I turned back to the crumpled up Yuma, who was crying now, his eyes red as the tears stained his cheeks. And before I knew it, he ran out of the room, the guards going after him. And for some reason, I went after him too. [Demon story, BxB] {WARNING- POSSIBLE TRIGGERS IN THIS STORY} (Don't read if you're sensitive to swearing, dystopian things, bxb, sexual scenes or torture/gore)

Over 20 years ago, the human world was thrust into a whirlwind of chaos as mythical beings from urban tales and folklore emerged into the world. These unified forces proclaimed Earth as their rightful home and were more than prepared to take it by force. Wars were waged, numerous lives were lost, and humanity fell from the ranks; from an apex predator to mere prey. Countries previously famed as global powerhouses quickly crumbled into ash, sending the few lucky human survivors into hiding. The remaining, unfortunate souls were swiftly captured and enslaved. 21-year-old Lomi Crest grew up in such a world: knowing nothing else than to run and hide. But what happens when he can no longer do both? When the lives of his family are held at stake, Lomi is offered a choice. Face death or give up his freedom, his life to a cruel vampiric lord. ____ Lomi was trembling like a loose leaf in stormy weather. The taller man was looming over him, arms trapping him in an embrace. "You're mine," he whispered, in such a matter-of-fact way that brooked no argument. Lomi shifted his gaze up and was met with blood-red eyes bearing into his. "But that's not enough. It'll never be enough," the man continues, grazing cold fingertips over the side of his neck. "I've chosen you as my mate." Before the horror can even sink in, Lomi felt fingers sinking into his neck. "And now...you'll truthfully, irrevocably...be mine."

Young Marc Mccall may have been abandoned by his parents, but even so, he still managed to maintain a normal life. All that will change when he comes across a secret hidden deep in the place he once called home. Now Marc will be pledged by the biggest mystery of his life. Just who is this butler sleeping in the coffin? (Editing)

[Rated #22 in Angel] The one who sat in the throne was Leto himself. His body was huge, you could literally stand in his palm if you wanted to. His eyes were mysterious. His eyes completely black except for two small white dots in each one which were his pupils, it was visible from behind the mask that he always wore. The mask was half white and half black, both sides with pretty patterns such as small pointy triangles and a small curved line of white on the black side. His body was complete black and surrounded in smoke, fire blazing in plates on either side of the throne base in bright orange and red beautiful colours all mixing together perfectly. Rory stopped in front of Leto, bowing respectfully to his lord and master before straightening. Leto's booming loud voice filled the air next, startling Rory a little considering it was still early morning, about 3:13AM. "Greetings, Rory." Leto greeted almost emotionlessly, his voice showing no signs of anything, not even happiness or affection, like he didn't care about anything at all. Rory replied with a simple nod before replying, "Hello my lord, what duties do you have for me today? The regular?" "Actually, I have a mission for you today." Leto started, tapping his fingers together almost anxiously, even though his mask read no expression of excitement. "Something very big, and something very... Very important..." ...What would that be?... --- Black haired, yellow eyed, pale with black wings. Seemed humane ENOUGH. Rory is the only one of his demon species, from what he can remember. His only duties are to collect souls that seem unstable, broken or dark and return them to Leto so that they can be properly at peace. He doesn't ever care about anything else, other than pleasing his Lord with doing his job CORRECTLY. But when one of his missions require him to attend a nearby Highschool, the last thing on his mind is to 'make friends' or 'fit in.' But when Rory meets Hunter, that all changes. Completely.

"Long ago, at the beginning of time, a vampire fell in love with a human. This was forbidden in those times and the vampire was cursed," Thomas said, dabbing at my cuts again. Dace and Cade grinned. "This story," Dace said. "He tells it every time," Cade grinned. "Preposterous! Boring fairy tales..." Jamie scolded, although even he glanced towards us as Thomas told the story. "By then, it was already too late. The human was pregnant with twins, one human, one vampire..." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Stories and legends have surround them for centuries. Hell, even movies have been made about them. But one thing I never, ever could've imagined was that they were real. Or that I was claimed by one. Because people don't just get claimed by gold eyed devils and live to tell the story. Vampires are careful that way. Vampires...are dangerous that way. And vampires are very much real that way. Highest ranking #58 in vampire

"Ethan." Aiden pauses. "I want you." He softly bites my ear. "I want to kiss you more than you will ever know." Trying to avoid the daily beatings of the school bully can be challenging. But what happens if the schools bully has a crush on you?

Nico is a scrawny, socially-awkward sixteen-year-old boy who wishes that not fitting it at school was his only concern. To top it off, Christian Matthews, the son of the prominent businessman who Nico's father works for, comes to his family's summer house to spend three weeks with them... Now, having no friends is definitely last on Nico's list of concerns. WARNING: This is NOT a happy tale. Please proceed with caution.