Rei, seventeen summers old, is chosen by the sacred Spirits that reside in the Great Mountains. She must make the perilous journey to the Mountains before her task is revealed to her. Once she is in the sights of the shadow of the Great Mountains there will be no turning back. Her brother Ike, a humble scribe who prefers the comfort of translating ancient texts, is desperately trying to hide his secret which weighs heavily on his shoulders. But his secret is bigger than all of Thilian, and letting the secret be known, harnessing its power, will be the ultimate aid to his sister, his friends, and his family. Together these siblings will realize that the events to come will affect everyone in the Lintian Territories. Thilian will never be the same. Everyone will feel the Mountains shake...

Hey, this is going to be a diary about what mythical I want to become and how I'm going to achieve it. I'm also gonna be talking about a few other things so sit back and enjoy this weird book.

What if Rin always saw the demon but not like the other poeple but like shadows and what if he can see the youkai and kami and be friends with. In this story Shiro is not dead but just in a coma. This is my first fanfiction and please be kind English is not my native language. I don't own Blue exorcist or the images i use.

Something evil is brewing in the small town of Kelwick. Something malevolent stirs in the shadows. When Justin and Rebecca Greene fall pregnant; strange things begin to happen around the apartment. Subtle at first, the ghostly occurrences soon escalate to the point where Justin is forced to question his wife's mental state of mind, and the future of their marriage. Unknown to the couple, a powerful demon, an Incubus, is sent to separate them and lay claim to their unborn child. If it is successful, the consequences could seal the fate for millions of people around the world. The Incubus is a novel about Spiritual Warfare and things that go bump in the night.

[Reached #1 in Spiritual] He stands there tall, but not the same man I saw yesterday. This man had his shoulders slouched, he was heaving up and down. Not strong and confident as his usual self. His back was to me but he was facing the large office wall that's made out of glass. He leaned closer to the glass and put his head against it. His right hand joined and the glass started fogging. His breathing slowly blurring out the lively New York City. "Mr. Saleh?" I Whispered. He sighs heavily and turns around. I was shocked. His eyes were puffy and red. A fresh tear was slowly making its way down his cheek. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw. "What?"

"I hope you realize you made the worst f**king decision of your life." She could feel his cold icy blue eyes piercing through her soul. "I didn't ask for this..." tears threatened to fall from her eyes, her lips quivering in fear. His grip on both her wrists become tighter as he slams them hard against the wall, trapping her petite body in-between the wall and his body, "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone my heart, do you understand?" She winces from the pain from her wrists. He slams her arms against the wall again. He leans in close enough to the point where their lips are only inches apart, "I said, do you f**king understand, foolish girl?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw in an impatient manner. She nods in hopes that he'll let go. And just like that, he lets go of her as she falls to the floor in utter defeat. What have I done... she asks herself. **Full Summary Inside** Cover by: Me, Myself, and I!

People tend to lie, lose and sacrifice many without knowing what they're losing. Soon I would be in the hole of losses. But rightousness will pull me straight out. _______ Thirteen years ago they spoke of a proficy being for filled with two creatures in the chilling frost of Mount Vail. Now what stands in the way of this lightened proficy is chains. Grey just wants his life without weakness, threatening narcissism and pain. But instead fated objects cry in his way and will forever be in the way. Bitter cold, bloody stench and training yards. A warrior stone cold wrapped with an icy beast locked inside--desperately wanting to feel powerful, it never comes until oneself is chosen. Fate is chosen.

Running may seem like a cowards way out, but not when it means you live to fight another day. I had gotten used to being different, embraced it even, then I met him. The one that completed me, and he changed everything.

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