This is the story of Axel and Tuck: a tale of debauchery, douchebaggery, felony, and plain stupidity. It is a tale written by two best friends with nothing better to do with their law degree than write the story of their anything-but-monotonous life. DISCLAIMER: This story is a satire. Enjoy at your own risk :)

3518 A.D. Exactly 1500 years ago, Earth had been pushed to its limits and threatened to collaps on itself if we didn't act in time. Mankind didn't know what to do anymore and had declared our home doomed, our days numbered. That was, until the supernatural society decided to step up and take actions in their own hands. Creatures we thought never existed suddenly appeared out of their secret societies to safe Earth, to erase our mistakes and begin anew. They succeeded but parts of the world vanished for centuries due to the climate being completely out of the normal before it settled again and left the world at peace again. But not for mankind; all the other races had grown to dislike us, hate us. A witch hunt ensued and now only few of us are left. I've been running all of my life to remain free and alive, to survive and be as happy as humanly possible. My name is Thorn and I'm part of the last humans on our planet. Sadly, I'm not entirely human...

For the Monarchy of Sweden, Coronation Day is approaching faster than their prince had hoped. Being the only heir to the throne, Prince Seth feels immense pressure to fit the mold of the crown. With his mother ruling with an iron fist, he hopes to measure up somewhat to her expectations. On a day that is meant to be celebrated by the Prince, his birthday, he is met with dreadful nightmares that leave him feeling unnerved. Nightmares of a tall man who resembles himself with unsettling green eyes. Nightmares of himself wielding an unfathomably powerful magic, something that would put the strongest warlocks outside of the kingdom to shame. Nightmares of him standing over thousands of his subjects' bodies, without a hint of remorse in his black, dead eyes. The fear of becoming mad overtook him as these nightmares became visions, and these visions became hallucinations. As he descends deeper into insanity, he turns to the Queen, his mother for help, which only drives him further into aberration. Finding himself deep in the woods where no human is permitted to be, he begs God to stop punishing him, apologizing for whatever Sins he has committed against him. Instead, he finds himself face-to-face with a warlock with eyes similar to the man's from his nightmares. 10/2/24: Editing in progress

Isaac Harley is Eton's devilish delinquent, and Josiah Beckett's the pretentious prefect. At least, that's what the two have always presumed of each other, their true selves buried under a facade and hidden like a sin. Neither one would've ever guessed that all it took was one fateful night, one of hazy minds and absolute misery, for their masks to slip off. For them to strip each other completely bare--naked in body but more exposed in places unseen. Neither one intended for this night to happen--raw, wanton, burning hot. Neither one was prepared to touch the untouchable. 05.05.19 - 11.17.19

Brennan Kipling is hanging by a thread. After a wave of trouble gets him sent to Constance Academy, nicknamed Conversion Academy by its students, all it will take is one more incident to ruin his future. But Brennan realizes he can't kick his problematic habits as easily as he'd like to when he gets roped into Beckett Townsend's crew. The rebellious group of friends like to sabotage and torment the abusive staff of the Academy. With the headmaster's son hot on their heels to put an end to their rebellion, Brennan might be in for more trouble than he can handle.

Cor Sander wants nothing to do with the attacks happening around Crowe Academy, but that doesn't mean he's not part of them. Begrudgingly part of the group known as the Collectors, Cor helps a shady man run an even shadier business- and send a message to those who cross him. When the school's student council starts to suspect Cor and his friends, Cor realizes just how much trouble they're in. The group must play a dangerous game to keep themselves out of trouble, hopelessly trapped in a web weaved by grudges, lies, and violence. But Cor has no choice- it's a game he'll have to play to the bitter end.

Dawson is- most people who don't know him would say- as straight as they come. And senior year away from home promises to be a big year for him: no parents in sight, a whole new set of friends, he just seems to have it all. Not to mention that all the pretty girls of the very private Wharton High are dying to get a taste of the new talk of the school. If only he could get Adam Hamilton's eyes out of his head. * "He dislikes him so much he is annoyed by the mere sound of his breathing. He dislikes him so much that he can't bring himself to ignore him; that even the way his stupid glasses perfectly sit on his symmetrical nose exasperates him; and his ridiculously blue eyes that take different shades of blue based on his mood and now Dawson knows that apathy is the ocean whereas rage is a starless night sky. And his jawline looks like it was sculpted by the hands of Michelangelo, but he dislikes him so much he can't look at his face without feeling his cheeks flush in anger. Truth is, Dawson dislikes him because Hamilton did something that no other person- despite their best efforts- ever managed to do. He made him feel weak."

Liar. Murderer. Cutthroat. Thief. Slave. I'm all of these things and yet, none of them at all. Life hasn't been kind to me, teaching me that if I wanted something, I had to crawl, fight and beg for it, just to let it slip out of my grasp. But not anymore... The tables have turned and like a shadow in the night, I'll be sure to pay each and every one of my masters a visit.

Jonah Moshe knew working over Christmas break would be awful, especially at Happy's 24/7 Pharmacy, where he'd get to start his day in a dimly lit convenience store that smelled like cat food and cigarettes, listening to his co worker blab on for six hours straight. But then Nicky Haddad comes in. And he comes again. And again. And again. And suddenly, working the morning shift doesn't seem all that bad. (Double POV story)