"Dale.." The words died in Riven's throat as he turned to look at Dale. Dale was lying on the ground, and his eyes were wide, horrified. His stomach was ripped open, and he was panting and moaning in pain, gurgling. Riven fell to his knees beside him, shaking his head in denial. Not Dale, Dale can't die, not him. "Just.. just hold on," "Help! We need help over here!" Riven shouted as loud as he could, hoping the others could hear him. "Shit, fuck, what do i do?" Tears welled up in his eyes as he removed his jacket, his hands were shaking as he placed his jacket over Dale's stomach causing Dale to gurgle. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, old man.. help!" Dale's hand touched his arm, and Riven looked at him as tears slid down his face, blurring his vision, but Riven could see Dale reaching for his knife. "No, no, we can.. Hershel can help you." He was trying to convince himself that Dale wasn't dying, but there was no hope for Dale. He was in pain, and he was asking for mercy. Riven reached for his knife, his fingers curling around the leather, and he sniffled, nodding his head. "I'm sorry.." "I'm so sorry."

What if Clary had a twin? What is she was Calmer than her sister? What happens when they hit 18? What if she catches the eyes of Alec Lightwood and Magnus Bane? What if they have different dads?

SUMMARY: A witch who has been shunned by her people and the world is hunted down. Her birth was foretold "to bring blessings ... or death to us all." The risks outweighed the rewards so all witches agreed; if she were ever to appear she would be killed on sight. Her mother knew the risks but she loved her child even if she was destined to bring harm to the world. She knew her daughter would bless this world if only she could be accepted. Unfortunately, that wasn't the case so she whisked her newborn away and safely hid for 17 years. On the day of Astrid's 18th birthday, everything changed. She was betrayed and fleeing in the chaos she lost control and blacked out... "Wait where am I...?" [Hello host and welcome to the Training Island. My name is Link and this is your starting point here in the Beastworld.] "... WHAT THE F-" ***A/N *** This is my own original story with my own characters. This story is based on the beast worlds that I have read but this will be a completely new story so no one come for me this is just for fun. Do NOT copy. I'm writing as I publish so if you have any ideas or comments on the story let me know and I can try to add it in. Updates on Fridays. ***MATURE CONTENT*** AKA smut and there will also be scenes of abuse mental/ physical so you've been warned. If smut will put a 🍋. I also curse a lot so if that bothers you sorry not sorry.

Ace Teller-Munson has lived her life in and out of care homes and juvenile detention centers. Unloved, unwanted and completely silent. What will she do when her older brother Jax finds out he has a sister that's been hidden from him for eighteen years and sends his friend Opie to bring her back. In a world full of lies, murder, sex and motorbikes will Ace change her ways or will she find herself in a world of trouble that she's never faced before? Recently ranked No. 1 in SOA! & No. 1 in bikers!! WARNING: Strong Language, Adult Themes, Mention of drug use. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SONS OF ANARCHY OR THE CHARACTERS OF IT THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS, I ONLY TAKE CLAIM TO ALICE 'ACE' TELLER-MUNSON.

"You have a name?" "Sunshine." ••• I was alone. I preferred it that way, no one to worry about except myself. Until a run in with an old friend makes me change my perspective.

Sarah, a young girl stripped away from her parents at the beginning of the apocalypse, fights with everything in her each day. Her only family at this point is a group who found her at Terminus, and saved her. Ever since then they had been inseparable, but what happens when they run into an attack set up by some wicked man? And what if it happens to be that the wicked man is Sarah's father.

What's behind his broken mirror facade? (This is the male version of my 'The Shattered Mirror' book) Update: This story is REALLY OLD and pretty bad, for another Diabolik Lovers fanfic please check out my other story 'This is Real'. I feel it's much better and has less emo tween sprinkled in it :')]

"I think were missing the point here...Laito can make friends?"

What if there wasn't just the six of the sakamaki brothers.What if there was another brother that the sakamakis didn't know about. [m/n] is the second youngest sakamaki and christas first son.

With a smile like an angel, and the touch of cotton, Y/n L/n was bound to be the medic of Toman, especially since he is childhood friends with Mikey and Draken. However, behind the pointed smile the medic always wore was a personality that is the total opposite. It was harsh, it was blunt and it was... unique. Y/n had taken it upon himself to make sure his friends are always in top shape and to have the caring persona. But what would happen if a bleached blonde, young boy entered Toman with his determination? Y/n might just have a lot more than medical problems to take care of. 《︎ TR x Male reader 》︎ 《︎ Shinobu Male reader 》︎ 《︎ Slow Updates 》