What happened to master chief? War started on earth with the covenant and UNSC. An ODST is sent to find others to fight the covenant. While in space, captain Keys finds something that could save the rest. Hopefully Cortana is able to track it and find Master Chief. What is the UNSC hiding....

The four Spartans of Echo Team are sent on a low priority defence mission to the Sinoviet ship breaking facility on Reach. Tensions are high due to the low class of the assignment but what they don't know what treasurs lay buried in the graves of the behemoths. Based on the Video Games in the Halo series. Bone marrow is an ongoing work which I've published and keep coming back to in order to update and flesh out. Please feel free to comment with corrections and suggestions.

You are playing Minecraft. A creeper sneaks up behind you or your TNT cannon wasn't ready to test. Either way, you die. No big deal right? You'll just respawn next to your bed. You are wrong. This is Respawn, the hidden journey. Currently being rewritten to fix plotholes and improve reading experience.

Steve wakes up in a strange world with his friend, Jonah, hunt for a mysterious force.

A Normal teen tries a mysterious new game mode in minecraft, though when he tries it something happens..

*CHRISTMAS SPECIAL* One clear night, Collin wishes upon a shooting star... and now he's trapped in the world of Minecraft. With no knowledge on getting out, he and his friend must survive the hazardous, blocky terrain while not being killed by countless of aggressive mobs. Together, they must work together to locate the End portal and defeat the Enderdragon. The only problem is, this isn't just a game anymore.

Steve has woken up on a mysterious island, with nothing in hand. The deadly creatures of the island come out to kill, and do nothing but that. Steve discovers the islands deepest secrets, most terrifying monsters and a thing that he never even knew existed. Will Steve survive?

How many hours are in a day when you don't spend half of them watching television? When is the last time any of us really worked for something that we wanted? How long had it been since any of us really needed something that we wanted? The world we knew is gone. The world of commerce and frivolous necessity has been replaced by a world of survival and responsibility. An epidemic of apocalyptic proportions has swept the globe causing the dead to rise and feed on the living. In a matter of months society has crumbled, no government, no grocery stores, no mail delivery, no cable tv. In a world ruled by the dead, we are forced to finally start living. ****DISCLAIMER**** I do not own The Walking Dead, any of the characters or the story line itself. All rights go to AMC and Robert Kirkman. All original characters and plots that are neither in the comic nor television series are my own, and they are all that I claim for. If you have any queries about what I have written here feel free to ask, I'm a reasonable person.

Stepping inside that room was like stepping into a pit of darkness full of shadow demon's and murderous spirits. The moment the door opened a chill, brushed against my leg and gently crawled up my spine. Looking at that boy I felt a sense of sheer terror rising deep within my soul. I stroked the long end of my silver cross with my right hand. My bible firmly pressed against my breast with my left hand. I closed my eyes and prayed to the lord to keep me safe and guide me through the pathways of evil. I opened my eyes and draw my focus to the afflicted boy. I took a step towards him, his body began to flinch and shake as a soft gurgling moan came out of his mouth. I took another step forward, holding my cross even tighter, feeling the power of the almighty guiding my hands and my soul to face the darkness. Another step towards the bed and the soft gurgling moan turned to low baritone chuckling as the boy's eye's were shut tight. Another step, I saw the sweat dripping from his brow as his eye's are clenched together as if shielding them from harm. One more step and I reached the edge of the bed. The boy's eyes opened quickly as his head jerks up. His hands and feet tightly strapped to the frame of the large bed. His eye's were as red as a blazing fire as he looked out. I felt his gaze into my heart, searching my soul for darkness. The corners of his mouth slowly raising to form a sinister smile. I realized he's not looking at me...