A collection of original six word stories which I have come up with.

This happens 500 years before the main story that will be posted later on.

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox

[R27(main)/Arcobaleno27] {BxB} "I'm intrigued. So I'm going to stick around. Try not to bore me to much." He said with the silent feeling of teasing in the undertone of his voice. "Whatever, do as you please, but I'm not in anyways exciting." The demon only followed behind the human. Trailing closely as they walked back in silence. _____________________ Six beings of immense power swelled with into the realm of the humans. Because of this power, many humans feared the beings. As a result they allowed priest to seal the beings that held this power away within 6 shrines located in multiple locations. The key to these shrines were locked away within a soul that was passed on from generation to generation. Each living within a new host. Tasked with protecting the secrete and powers within. Each needing to be found as the host was picked not by human hands but the key itself. However as years pass the beings were forgotten and the hunt for the key was stopped. Tsuna, a teen forced into a school for training up coming priest, and exorcist, constantly ignores the people around him. He never got along with the people in his school, let alone his family. So when he encounters some problems and ends up in an abandoned shrine. What could possibly happen. #1 r27 [December 11, 2018]

*COMPLETE* There are whispers across the kingdoms that the Paragon, that strangely gifted person who can wield all four Skills, has been found. They're wrong, of course. No one has caught the Paragon. Allayria should know: she's it. But Allayria doesn't want to be the Paragon, and in her pursuit of freedom she finds herself enmeshed in a web of lies, caught in a group who might be even more dangerous than she could have imagined. Still, she's not the only one who has problems: bigger tides of change and danger are shifting across the world she has been assigned to protect. The Jarles, a kingdom in the east, has begun moving across its borders, and there are strange murmurings about what they have done, and where all the children they abducted have gone. Faced with responsibilities she never wanted, and a life she thought she could never have, Allayria must decide how she will help--and if she will be the Paragon at all. _____________________ WIP Cover art and written work by Azi. Highest ranking: #66 in Fantasy 2/3/2018 Hi everyone! Thanks a ton for taking the time to read Paragon. I'm so excited to share it with you, and to hear your feedback, theories, and insight. It's just me, myself, and I on this one (no beta) so if you catch any errors or inconsistencies, give me a shout--it will be much appreciated. The plan is to release a new chapter each weekend until we reach the end. - Azi Note: violence, sexual themes, and some coarse language will appear in Paragon.

The alley was dark and I slipped in something I really didn't want to think about, slamming hard into the disgusting wall. I coughed, feeling my side start to burn again. Damn, that hurt. Why did it have to be the ribs? Freaking made breathing a pain. Couldn't have been something manageable, like a hand or arm. Oh, no, just had to be the ribs. A drop fell on my head. Really, Universe? Really? As if this night couldn't get bad enough. To answer, the sky opened to dump a torrent of water on me. I sagged slightly, glowering. This sucks, but at least anyone out would be running for cover now. I could slink away to nurse my wounds in peace. Still sucks though. Moving away from the wall, I slipped again on the slick ground and, this time, crashed all the way to the pavement. "Ow, ow, ow!" Again... Why the ribs? Forget it. I'll just lay here until it stops raining. Obviously, walking is not an option at the moment. I closed my eyes and shivered. The rain was really cold. Whatever... too tired to care at the moment. It won't kill me anyways. "...ey! Hey! Are you alright?!" Damn it! Who the hell is that? Go away!

-𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 & 𝐂𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧.

Sequel to The Love of Lucifer Azazel is the strict, sarcastic, hard-working right hand man of the devil. He has no time for love or relationships. However, after watching Lucifer fall in love with a human boy he begins to wonder if he, too, could be loved. Then again, who would ever love someone like him? A fallen angel, a sinner, a hated spirit. Raziel, that's who. An angel who was once Azazel's closest friend, and still wants to be close to his heart. But Azazel has no place nor interest for the stubborn angel anymore. Or so he thinks.