What happens if a blaze boren finally saw Snow? What happens if Tango worked too long on decked out in the snow? Will impulse or Zed find him in time? I don't own the art and the characters in this story are just the MC characters not real life

Deep within the tangled root systems of the Mycelium Wilds, hidden beneath layers of moss and illusion magic, lies a facility no outsider was ever meant to find. A soft, eerie green glow pulses from the center chamber-originating from two towering bioluminescent tubes filled with strange liquid. Suspended inside are two unconscious figures-non-Hermits. Unknowns. Intruders? Gem guards them the closest, her usually cheerful demeanor replaced by unnerving calm precision as she monitors their vitals and neural patterns on flickering arcane tech. Something about their biology doesn't match anything in the Hermit archives. Their presence here... it doesn't make sense. It shouldn't be possible. Zedaph paces restlessly, muttering hypotheses too wild even for him, his hair faintly crackling with static. Etho, nearly silent, lingers in the shadows-watchful, calculating. He hasn't said who he thinks they are, but something in his posture suggests he already knows. Or worse-recognizes them. And then, one of the tubes flickers. The vitals spike. Gem stares. Because for a single second... the being inside the tube opens one glowing eye-and smiles. Whatever they are, they're waking up. And they're not alone in there.

Ren loves to be outdoors. He loved traveling so much that, eventually, it led him to meet two people who would end up joining him on his adventures. He didn't know how things had spiraled the way they did-how casual conversations turned into shared journeys, or how strangers became something close to family-but he wouldn't change it for the world. The open road, the laughter, the late-night stories under unfamiliar stars... it all became part of him.

Vexes and Watchers have always gone hand in hand-though not in harmony. The prevailing legend among the players tells of a twisted bond: Vexes, once majestic creatures of the in-between, reduced to little more than violent, shimmering wraiths-pets, tools, weapons-kept on a short leash by the Watchers. Most say it's abuse cloaked in obedience. Others say it's the only language these winged terrors understand. So, when a newly ascended young Watcher is given two Vexes-his first real assignment-he braces himself. He expects snarling, snapping, eyes glowing with fury and betrayal. He's read the files. Heard the tales from seasoned Watchers who boast about broken wings and conquered spirits. He's even seen footage of rogue Vexes ripping through entire bases in bloodlust. But what he gets... is different. They're small. Smaller than expected. One clings to the corner of the room, wings drooping like torn silk, eyes flickering with dim, uncertain light. The other keeps low to the ground, trembling any time the Watcher so much as breathes too sharply. Neither of them meets his gaze. Neither of them hisses, or screams, or attacks. They're kind. Gentle. One even offers him a fractured flower-where it got it, he doesn't know. They're afraid of him, but not angry. Not volatile. It's not submission... it's survival. And he doesn't understand. He's not used to Vexes being soft. He's not used to being feared like that. And the more he observes them-how they sleep curled up together for comfort, how they flinch at sharp sounds, how they whisper in a language only they know-the more questions bloom. Were the stories wrong? Were the others lying? Or had the Vexes only ever shown their claws because the Watchers never gave them a reason to sheath them? He begins to wonder: are they monsters at all? Or just victims with wings?

Prince Ren never asked for a crown, nor the weight of titles. All he wanted was to play music-gentle, aching melodies strummed on delicate string instruments. He preferred lutes carved from silverwood and dark rose, guitars that hummed like whispers in the wind, and a weathered ocarina shaped like a teardrop, soft blue and always warm in his hands. The music was his comfort, his rebellion, and his quiet prayer. When the castle halls echoed with the fury of yet another war-when his family shouted about borders, bloodlines, and broken alliances-Ren would slip away. He would wander down secret paths only he remembered, through the whispering trees and into the Outcast: a forgotten grove hidden beneath a blanket of old magic and ivy. There, surrounded by peace and silence, he built a sanctuary. His instruments were stored in hollowed trunks, carefully wrapped in velvet and tucked away from the wrath of his father, who believed music was weakness and tried to destroy every string Ren cherished. Beyond the grove, just past the moss-covered stones, was his garden-his true kingdom. It bloomed wildly with flowers the color of fire and dusk: deep reds, scarlets, and wine-dark crimsons. Vines heavy with red fruit twisted through the branches, fragrant and sweet, tangled like forgotten lullabies. The air was thick with the scent of crushed petals and ripe berries, warm earth and song. And in the heart of it all, Ren would sit and play. Unbeknownst to him, the sorrow in his songs, the ache in every note, stirred something old and hidden beneath the soil. His music, filled with longing and beauty, began to call to magic itself-something ancient, something listening, something waiting to be found.

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Grian had a big problem dealing with yanderes in his school. They threatened him, hurt him and made him do things that he didn't want to do. Everyone around seemed to be insane. There was danger on every step he did, but then a new student stransfered to their school. Is he different or is he as insane as them. It happened to be both... I only ship the personas, not the real life people. I just had the thought... I want to share it so so much, for freak's sake!! The art cover is mine, don't worry^^

I don't have enough books so time for another one to add to my like... 20.

Martyn is a young, free spirited pirate on one of the biggest pirate ships in the world. His captain has heard the rumors of a siren living on the Coral Isles. Scott just so happens to be that siren... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is 100% inspired by Things can't become normal again... by @K_lay_K. From that story, I went down the Scott X Martyn limited life hole. (Not rabbit hole. There wasn't enough to be a rabbit hole) I hope you enjoy!!

Gem was the quiet one, always staying away from people. She couldn't stand people. She stayed in her room, and never actually spoke to people, till she finally found her passion. Super hero and Villian Au. First time trying this, can't wait to see where it goes :] Art is not mine, it belongs to earthisnotflat on Reddit. Original is by SunniesStories on Wattpad. If you are on anything else you are reading stolen work.