In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

In a world of superheroes, public outcry from the recent tragic death of a teenage vigilante has resulted in the creation of a government-run program to train underage aged superheroes, Chiron Academy. If you're a minor with any sort of superhero aspiration, this stands as an ultimatum: you must participate, regardless of previous experience, training or mentoring. If you don't, you're done. This has seventeen-year-old Wyatt Hatch, a.k.a. Flyerman, a superhero with years of experience, counting the days until his 18th birthday and his inexperienced know-it-all teammates are not helping matters. ------- "This is such bullcrap. Unadulterated bullcrap," seethed Wyatt as he paced back and forth, more out of a desire to move than a conscious choice. "I can't believe we're being forced to be here. Literally the second I turn 18, I'm gone." He and Todd stood on a top of some high rise building Todd had found during a quick search on google maps. Something high enough that they wouldn't be overheard but not too tall. After a few stories, Todd always got nervous. "I mean," Wyatt continued to vent," at least your squad seems cool. You've got the Grey Ghoul's sidekick, for crying out loud. Meanwhile, I'm stuck with the squad that is so by the book, they stopped as we were leaving the campus today to check the dumb Hero's Handbook they gave us to make sure we were leaving correctly. It's called leaving a building. You've been doing it your whole life!" ------- #3 in science fiction 4/5/19! #2 in action 2/15/21 (pronounced 'kai-ron'. I googled it.)

An Upon Wings Of Change fanfic** * There was one lab, the place where humans were kidnapped and tested on, turning them into small, fire-breathing lizards, destroyed when the white aliens took over Earth, leaving the dragonets as the last survivors of the human race. What if there were two labs instead of one? One completely different from the other? Where it inhabitants weren't dragonets, but dragons instead? read and find out ** I release two chapters per week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I DO NOT OWN THIS UNIVERSE, IT WAS CREATED BY @CrystalScherer I do own the plot and characters though It is still under editing so be warned -the author

Life on Rychter would be hard enough for most people - a hothouse of scorching deserts, violent dust storms and volcanic eruptions, it is a place that breeds survivors. But the biggest danger for the humans unfortunate enough to live there are the planet's original owners. For decades Rychter's colonists have lived in state of perpetual war. For Ryke Vannigan, a teenager with a score to settle, that war is his chance at payback. When he and his classmates are conscripted into Rychter's military forces, he joins the elite ranks of the Hunter-Killer Corps. Piloting a fifteen ton war machine and harbouring a thirst for revenge, Ryke is about to write his own bloody chapter in Rychter's history, and change the war forever. IMAGINARIA AWARDS WINNER: SCI FI CATEGORY IMAGINARIA MINI-CATEGORY WINNER: BEST BATTLE || BOOK 1 in the HUNTER-KILLER SERIES

Raka was a freshman in his country's most renowned university. After a series of event, he got himself a set of Maya's Virtual Reality Helmet. Caught in the heat of the moment, he tried the game. Unfortunately, he didn't get teleported into the usual beginner town. Instead, he found himself in a mysterious cave full of despair. "Overcome the trial.. Accept my legacy.. Continue the slaughter.. Revenge!" Follow the story of Raka and his struggle to become the best in Maya. PS : MC is a Close Combat Magician --- Update will come out sporadically Ancient Blood Mage by Radikai NOT MY OWN STORY FOR OFFLINE READ PURPOSE ONLY CREDITS TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR.

Here I am, sitting on a mountain so far away from civilisation it might as well be the godforsaken arse of the world, about to ascend. Can't wait to leave this crapfest of a planet... Turns out that the higher ups decided that an unaffiliated rogue like me is too big of a risk to let run around free. Seems like this entire cultivation world is a late stage capitalist money making machine for the powers that be in the higher realms, and me stealing the good loot in front of their descendants and sect disciples noses finally pissed them off enough to take action. First, they sent all the sect masters and hidden dao protectors to off me - which failed, obviously. Heh, afterwards they bitch slapped me out of their universe though. That is interesting and all, but I just woke up in a valley watching some critters murder each other while trying not to freak out about how bad it smells here. Soo... where the fuck am I? Check out my Patreon and read ahead: https://patreon.com/weirdwhirl Join us on Discord: https://discord.gg/G2ZmGTa I've published book 1!!! Please get it here: https://geni.us/DAO_BOOK1 Book 2 is out!! Grab a copy here: https://geni.us/DAO_BOOK2