(There is no romance in this story) It all comes down to the day, when heroes realize they can't win. Y/N is a 14 year old who will do anything to achieve his plan, his promise he made. He never dreamed to become a hero, because they're the ones who wronged him. And there was no way in hell, that he wouldn't get back...
y/n is the son of d/n. d/n is the brother of the Black Knight Sparda, he helped Sparda fight against the demons, but let Sparda take all the credit. d/n settled down, just like Sparda, d/n settled down with a human. d/n was imprisoned in hell and m/n was killed. Years later the son of d/n, y/n have become a Demon Hunt...
after betraying Slade Wilson I switched out my 'employment' to a lighter side of the spectrum and found my self-working for a small 'superhero' group called the teen titans, and then I found her... (P.S. when reading expect language for only a mature audience)
Even though Spiderman has been buys recruiting the Webwarriors, he and Ava never really lost touch. On the day of their S.H.E.I.L.D Academy, everything goes down hill...only to become worse for Spiderman; who could function without White Tiger-, although he doesn't like to- Peter Parker learns he can't live without...
Upon the distant outer world known as York8, the first war in sixty years has begun. Since the Great War called the Schism, an uneasy peace has settled upon the human dominion and its great powers. One of these powers, The Alliance of free worlds, has of late suffered to piratical raids leaving none alive upon the att...
Lucy is the newest girl at school and has a big secret... She's dying. But she wants to have one thing before she passes on... Love. I swear, running into that gorgeous stranger on that fateful day was no coincidence. At that time, I didn't think much of the day we met, but looking back on it... It was no accident. I...
"I tugged gently at the sleeve that covered the secrets that colored my arms underneath. Ever since my mother had passed, my father never stopped drinking. He focused all his anger on me leaving discolored spots to decorate my arms. The scab-like strokes around my wrist were my own doing. Somehow, punishing myself wit...