Grian is just a normal hermitcraft guy. He goes around pranking people and having fun, always with a good personality. But then something joins the server, determined to dig into Grians mind and change him forever. Grian starts hearing a voice in the back of his head. It gets deeper into his past, digging out power and an unsettling courage to corrupt things around him. Even though he already had a nag for friendly distruction this is a whole different situation. The voice is telling him to hurt hermits. Change hermits. Kill hermits. NPC Grian has come for revenge, and Grian is finding himself swayed by the voice. (This is not an Evo story although it will have mentions that Grian has been an admin. The watchers have nothing at all to do with this story, just the fact Grian has been an admin and knew some things he has forgotten. This story takes place in season 7. Not all hermits will have matching personalities to the actual hermit. This thumbnail was not created by me, it was created by Maiioz on X (forever Twitter). WARNING: Blood, depression, self-harm, death, some cussing, you know all the good stuff like that :) )

Welsknight and Helsknight. Two completely different people, indicated by their actions, habits, and existence. --- This is literally a fanfiction of one of my fanfiction ideas that is yet to be published. As the title and cover suggests, this is fanfiction. In no way do I own the characters or write for anyone. I don't profit from this and I don't mean to offend anyone. (Cover is made using pictures yoinked from Google [it's been a few months since I made this idk what I searched up], a website called Desygner, some magic, the sacrifice of few goats to the blood god, and my sanity because that fricking glow on the title took ages to figure out how to do.)

Sequel to Hunted!! Rowan's gone. Cleo's gone. Jevin's gone. Xisuma's gone. False and Xerexis are in charge now, having led the Hemits to Season 7. Tango's safe, and back in the arms of Impulse and Zedaph, safe from harm. Grian's recovering from his trauma, while helping Iskall remember. Mumbo's helping Cub and Scar. They're safe now. They're happy now. So why do they feel so scared? - #1 in Zedaphplays (15/11/2020)

"The wind under my wings made me feel free, memories of the past floding back to me. Were they happy memories? No. But that didn't matter now, I- no, We are safe now, and I intend to keep it that way." This is my first fanfiction, so please don't expect to much of me. There might be some shipping, but no smut. Please just ignore spelling mistakes, english isn't my native language.

The Confines are a dystopian society, where life isn't particularly easy. Those who uphold power abuse those that don't. In a community broken beyond saving, misfits don't belong. So what would happen if a group of misfits found themselves together, with a promise of a much better life? What would it be like in another world? Better description probably coming soon lol

Warnings before you read this: This does involve shipping, so of you don't like that then don't read this. There will be torture involved in this and also mentions of abuse and similar stuff to that, so if you don't like that then don't read this. And those are all the warnings I can think of right now Grian wakes up in a superflat world set to night with a red moon shining over him, he has no idea how he got her but he has a strange pull to build random things. Back at Hermitcraft everyone is wondering where the builders gone. And who are these Evolutionists that suddenly appeared claiming to be Grian's friends?

All bad things start with storms, So when a freak storm appears on the server it's no wonder things go wrong. After Grian ends up in an unfortunate accident he wakes up to find himself in an unrecognisable forest with no memory of his past events and unusual powers that he feels he shouldn't have anymore, along with some troubling side effects. As he tries to remember what happened to him and who this mysterious white eyed figure that is always nearby is, he makes new friends under a new, or rather old name. He begins to wonder what his old life was like, and if it really mattered, Will he be able to remember what happened before something horrible happens, or will he go on his own path, unaware of everything he's leaving behind [this is not a ship fic, sorry if you came here for any of that [this is me the to be a tragic story line and may have a few disturbing topics including gore and various mental health issues [Reader discretion is advised (Yes there will be a few Oc's in this story but nothing that changes the HermitCraft cannon too much)

"But," he started, tilting the player's chin up with the tip of his sword. "Every ruler has their downfall eventually." The Watcher smirked at the player, a triumphant glint in his eyes. "While that may be true, we don't rule." The player leaned back, kicking the sword out of his face and, faster than the blink of an eye, held the Watcher at bow-point. "We protect." The Hermits are not my characters. Set in Season VII. As the title and cover says, this is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. When the writing feather got bored, she rewrote her first official book ever. (plz dont look at it)

After a fight with Mumbo, Grian decides he needs time away from his best friend. He works on his time machine to take his mind off of it, but during testing, he accidentally takes himself back to the worst years of his life. Highschool. With the time machine missing, and Mumbo following him to Yandere Highschool, the 2 Hermits have to find their way back to Hermitcraft and survive Sam and his antics all over again. TL:DR - Grian and Mumbo are sent back to Yandere Highschool and have to find the time machine and get home. Concept inspired by this post by elizahamiltonfan: https://elizahamiltonfan.tumblr.com/post/615606172009070592/i-have-an-au-i-wanna-make-but-im-90-sure-the