Warning: Swearing, blood, gore, may include sexual themes. Yandere!Mika is included. You have been warned. 8 years ago, Yūichirō , a rowdy and anti-social ravenette came to Hyakuya orphanage. Mikaela, a kind, yet strangely haughty, champagne haired boy deemed it his job to make the new boy part of the small fa...
In a land of terror, spirit, and lust, lives a beautiful, blonde king, also known as King of all demons. He's ruthless, powerful, and holds no sympathy for anyone. With the desire to rule the whole world, Mikaela must capture the Emerald jewel of demons hidden in the Kingdom of Emerald. The Emerald Kingdom is one of...
"Shinoa, you know I don't like it here." "I know," The lavender-haired female murmured in a low voice. "But I heard there's a good one today, so bear it for a little longer, okay? Besides, maybe this one will catch your eye." [ i/b The Winner's Trilogy by Marie Rutkoski ] Began ; May 16, 2018 Completed ;
[HIGHEST RANKING] #2 in "Mikayuu" 08/02/20 - At the age of ten, each human in the vampire stronghold is judged by their beauty, and given the chance to be sold off to vampires as slaves as to attain the privileges that could possibly occur. At the age of eighteen, they are to live with the vampires in which they were...
Yuuichiro and his family along with a few friends are on a summer road trip. Unfortunately, car troubles prevent them from going any further and they are forced to take shelter at the mansion owned by businessman Mikaela Shindo. A storm comes and it seems things only go downhill from there. People are disappearing lef...
A.N. This is a GAY fanfic (duh):MikaYuu In this fanfic Mika is a yandere (if you don't know what that is, look it up) :) Mika is obviously a vampire (this info is for those who are new) and Yuu is human. Enjoy! ~ "Yuu-chan, look at me." He whispers softly. He gently tilts my head up, stroking my cheek. Tears stream...
"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets...
