London 1868, in the midst of the Second Industrial Revolution, a pair of twin Assassins topple the influence of the Templar Grand Master, Crawford Starrick, over the city's working class. The Templars, and their supporters, believe that the Rich and Powerful have the right to govern the less fortunate, but it is the Assassins ideology that helps the weak to fight for themselves. While on a mission to free children from a Templar owned factory, the twins encounter a stranger. The stranger reveals himself to be a part of the American Brotherhood that was sent to help the twins on their quest. Though the older twin begins to distrust the stranger, the younger one decides to befriend him. There an adventurous friendship between two grown men blossoms into something much more. -All rights reserved to Ubisoft, this story is based on their game "Assassin's creed: Syndicate" -warning, there will be some spoilers from the 2015 game. - content suitable for adults ages 18+ due to intense violence, graphic sexual content and foul language. -Special thanks to my editor/co-writter for helping me through this journey of writting my first fan fiction! -This is a historical work of fiction, not all things will be accurate to real life events!

Wern Muller is always hungry. Unfortunately, eating for Wern is not as easy as grabbing takeout. Wern can only feed on the traumatic memories of people and animals. It's an exhausting and thought-eroding experience, but Wern has to eat, or terrible things happen. To make it easier, Wern works in places where he is in close contact with traumatized individuals. Haruto Sato makes Wern hungry. Sato, a user of the food bank where Wern works, is dripping in trauma. Wern can see the memories slither and hiss on his neck and shoulders. The memories whisper to Wern, enticing him like sauce on dumplings. Haruto could quench Wern's hunger for a full year... So why won't Wern feed on him? --- [A Wattpad Editor's Pick.] [An Open Novella Contest short-listed book.]

(BxB) "I don't believe in ghosts," Koda whispered. "Well," Alfie twisted the ring on his index finger. An excited shine returned to his eyes. His crush had never stared for so long, "would you believe me if I said that your mother is standing right behind you?" A week after Alfie's crush loses his parent, they are forced to talk when the ghost of Koda's mother reaches out to Alfie, demanding to speak with her son. Among the mist of grief, It wasn't any ordinary ghost wanting to say a final goodbye to the one she loved, it wasn't just an affectionate relationship developing between the ghost's son and the medium, it was the beginning of something much more dangerous.

Aelia Astor is a Sunkeeper. The ability to control light runs deep in her family's blood, descended from generations of nobility. Another power lurks in the darkest depths of the nation. Shadowseekers are highly feared; their ability to manipulate the night is a danger to those in power. They must be controlled. But Aelia makes a terrifying discovery. Her abilities go far beyond the divisions between day and night, and this makes her dangerous. The shadows beckon and Aelia must follow, no matter the cost.

Ajax Holdren didn't think his life could get much worse, until a pretty girl with a sword decided to fight a monster right outside his house. But it turns out the monster is after him, and she's what passes for a guardian angel. They call themselves Nightlights, and they use the remains of alien technology-- and magical swords-- to fight the living darkness that preys on sentient life. They live in a tower discovered by humanity a thousand years ago via portals controlled by the tower itself. And the very best Nightlights are young adults. Most of them begin the training as children... But once Ajax meets Natalie, he can't go back, can't pretend the monsters aren't there. The power awakened inside him-- and his own relentless need for a place-- drives him forward. But stepping through that portal takes him into a alien world, where the walls talk and the sun never shines, and humankind's worst enemy isn't the monsters who stalk the street but the people who make them. (Updated 3x a week)