[COMPLETED] The god-like guardians have been part of mortal history for as long as the world has existed. They exist in the background, taking on different roles and guiding the mortals. The mortal realm has been split between the four different guardian factions: The air guardians, the earth guardians, the water guardians, and the fire guardians. But something sinister is lurking just beneath the surface of what they believe to be their normal lives. Fire guardian twins, Chatan and Mathieu, have been hiding something from the rest of the guardians. Facing difficulties from increasing mortal problems, the guardians are pushed into their own battle. Chatan and Mathieu seem to be two of the few guardians who know what is happening with the balance of the world, but even they seem uneasy about something. It is up to water guardian Vitali and earth guardian Léonide to figure out exactly what is happening before it is too late. The Sun goes dark as War rises.

🏆Amby Awards Round 2 Qualifier 2025🏆 🏆NanoWatts Sci-fi Winner 2025🏆 📣Watthubcommunity Recommended📣 The end of the world didn't happen overnight; It happened quietly, and no one could've stopped it. Heartfelt, Massachusetts, was once a loving place filled with lovely people. But that all changed when The Veil broke out. For a group of college students, the once bustling halls of Heartfelt College became a fortress and a prison. The story of Two Worlds, Book 1 runs through the Found Family in a Post Apocalyptic scene. It is the first instalment of an ongoing series. Two Worlds does not start like the traditional way of any zombie apocalypse story where you're hit directly into the thick of things. You'd instead get to see how the world actually changes before, during, and after. This story is not just about survival, it's about holding onto what makes them human in a world that has lost all semblance of normality. But as their world narrows and the threat closes in, the question remains: How long can they endure? Cover Designed by Mykie🎨✨ Get in touch with her through her socials via:🌟 https://mekiayladunston.carrd.co/ https://mekiayladunston.com/

Sloane Garcia and her childhood best friend Samire Hayes discover a notebook in their school library with the title "Midnight diary". They are challenged to discover the truth behind their classmate Lindie Truths's disappearance with only clue her half written diary. Will they make it? A/N Guys this is my first book so be gentle also English is not my first language so try to ignore any possible grammar mistakes Also there may be images of gore and suicide so if any of these triggers you feel free to pass

MC: Here's a How Not to Survive a Hostage Situation: Don't be me. Rule#1 Don't meet a guy fighting against cutlery. Rule#2 Don't get mistaken for someone with talent when you've absolutely none. Rule#3 Don't let a war, a high-stakes revenge plot, and one human weapon disguised as a person wreck your already failing life. (Oh, and don't expect me to tell you my name. You'll have to earn that.) But if you do? Congrats. You're now in my position-trapped, bleeding, and somehow still expected to be the sane one. Trowa: You're not the sane one. MC: Okay, first of all-rude. Second of all, enter Trowa. Trowa: Don't enter me into this. MC: Sigh. He's a questionable ally who moves people like chess pieces. Trowa: Incorrect. I don't play chess with lives. I just... redecorate the board when necessary. MC: Yeah. That's so much better. He plans. I panic. Together, we're one bad decision away from death. Trowa: Two. I have contingencies. MC: Oh, great. So we die second. Fantastic. And if we survive this, I'm going to need therapy. Trowa: You need therapy even if we don't. ################################## She was supposed to be a bystander. Now, she's bleeding in the middle of a war she doesn't understand. A single step-wrong place, wrong time-and now she's entangled in a brutal game of shifting alliances, weaponized secrets, and people who treat lives like collateral. She wanted quiet. Instead, she's dodging kidnappers, advanced tech, and a human weapon in the shape of a too-strategic ally. The worst part? She is not important-just unlucky. And in this kind of game, even those important don't survive long. ################################## For fans of sarcastic narrators, bad decisions, and humor that's basically Percy Jackson... if he grew up, got more cynical, bled more, and forgot how to run away. ##################################

Victor never believed in magic-- not the fairytale kind, not the love-at-first-sight kind, and definitely not the kind that changes your life in a single moment. But everything changed the day he met Adrian. Adrian was chaos wrapped in calm. Older, gentle, infuriatingly patient, and unbearably kind. He walked into Victor's life like a song-unexpected, unforgettable, and impossible to stop humming even after it ended. What began as study sessions and sarcastic banter slowly bloomed into something neither of them were ready for: love that felt like destiny, and a bond so profound, it rewrote everything Victor thought he knew about happiness. But enchantments don't last forever. As secrets unravel and time begins to run out, Victor is left clinging to memories, melodies, and moments-desperate to hold on to the magic before it slips away. Enchanted is a story of first love, heartache, healing, and a boy who found his heart's home in another. It's a love letter to the people who change us, the songs that save us, and the brief, beautiful moments that feel like forever. He was never just in love- He was enchanted to meet him.

[ON-HOLD] In the summer of 2009, Tanner gets sent to his aunt's house in a New Jersey beachtown to spend 20 days of his vacation. He expects nothing good to come from it and wants to get out of his predicament immediately. But when he meets a guy named Griff and becomes inexplicably drawn to him, he realizes that maybe the summer has more to offer than he originally expected. Soon his days become filled with excitement, while his nights become consumed with thoughts of his new friend Griff. But all good things come to an end, just like summer does.

Dr. Alexander "Lex" Calloway is a young, brilliant overachiever, juggling the weight of four degrees and the strenuous demands of a first-year Emergency Medicine residency at a local trauma center. But behind the pristine white coat lies a man haunted by a past of homelessness, trauma, and a relentless drive to be perfect. As Lex battles to avoid burnout, he finds himself entangled in the lives of his co-residents-each of them carrying their own scars. Amidst the chaos of life-or-death decisions, long shifts, and mounting pressure, Lex's carefully constructed walls begin to crack. A forbidden attraction pulls him into the depths of his own emotions, but in a place where survival is everything, can Lex allow himself to love without losing control? In the world of medicine, saving lives is hard. But saving himself may be even harder.

Oh, another post-apocalyptic story? How original, right? Pft! Look at ya... sittin' there with your smug, arm-chair critic opinions; puffin' out your chest like you're the final boss of good taste. "It's all been done before." Oh, no shit, Nostradamus. So has fuckin' breathing, but here you are, still doing that. The delusion is palpable, my guy. You think your limp-dick cynicism makes you clever? You think you've got the range to shit on this demon slaughtering, blood slick, chaos drenched fever dream? Fuck you. You don't know shit. You definitely don't know Sky King and Ezra Black. If you did? You'd be swan-diving into this bangarang mayhem. But hey, no pressure. Nobody's stapling your eyelids open. You wanna ghost out? Bye! This isn't a fucking sleepover. This is volitional havoc, baby. We're not here to beg you. Ezra and Sky? They're two majestic slaughterhouses who have been Crane kickin' existential horror in the dick since they were seven & eight. You ever see an eight-year-old tear a demon's jaw off with his bare fuckin' hands? You should. These two were goin' full Mortal Kombat on demons. Bare-knuckle survival in a nonstop horror gangbang of blood, viscera, fangs, claws, and absolutely zero goddamn hugs. No bedtime stories, no parents, just rage boners and annihilation. Cut to the now. The boys are knocking on thirty and they're incorporeal. In a world they shouldn't have survived, they Detroit Smashed that shit into the goddamn pavement. Yeah, they shook it down in the most disrespectful way possible. Savage intellect, weaponized charm, and pure, unapologetic carnage. The last remaining relics of a time when people had balls. Sure, maybe their moral compass is more of a "suggestion" than a "guiding principle." Who gives a fuck? If you were expecting some virtuous, noble bullshit, I don't know what to tell you. Wrong story, pal. *Cue the goddamn soundtrack* (Now let's rip that fourth wall down and go ride this motherfucker into the sunset!)

Take one anxious witch with uncontrollable cosmic power. Add one officious squirrel obsessed squirrel, a cynical witch, a gorgon auditor, and a puddle elemental. Fold in a (potentially) universe-threatening prophecy. Season liberally with bureaucratic incompetence and existential dread. The result? A chaotic adventure perfect for fans of Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett who understand that sometimes the biggest monster is the filing system.