THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK THREE --- What a wonderful little secret this was though. If you hadn't been able to follow the signs you would have never found it - a real travesty. Everything you could possibly need resided here in some form or another - feverfew sprang up in little bunches from the ground, accompanied by echinacea. Gingko trees around the place offered their leaves down to you in little bundles. If you hadn't known better, you would have thought someone had planted it all here... A rustle from the bushes behind you stopped your train of thought in its track, sending a shiver of panic down your spine. Your hand withdrawing from the bundle of milk thistle it had been about to grab, you slowly turned, mind filling with all a matter of wild animals that could be lurking in this wood. A pair of soft brown eyes peered out from one of the clumps of brush, staring directly at you.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK TWO -- Approaching Anoitos' temple again, you opened the door, turning as you stepped inside to close it again. The door closing with a satisfying clunk, you spun back around, intending to just quickly bow your head and grab your beads without much circumstance. You were not expecting to see a man, mid-way through stuffing his face with the plate of offerings you had brought, at the altar, his eyes blown wide with panic and focused on you. You stared back at him. "I- you- what are you doing? Who are you? How-?" You turned halfway back to the door, intending to run for one of the guards. "Wait!" The man's voice drew your attention back to him, just in time to see his appearance shift slightly - like there was something behind the mirage of his skin. For a moment - the man was gone, and in his place, a living replica of the hulking gold warrior depicted in the statue took his place. Your hand dropped from the handle of the door, staring up at the god before you. Out of all the times for your prayers to be answered... and of all ways, like this... "See?" He said, shrinking back to the man you had seen before, the boyish smile you knew so well still on his face. "It's just me!" Standing before you, with crumbs of bread on his face, was Anoitos, somehow - impossibly - in the flesh.

THE FALL OF AN EMPIRE BOOK ONE --- Your eyes trailed up to the balcony, taking stock of the man who was perched there, hands resting on the railing as he peered down at the crowd that had just entered the room. Broad shoulders were only accentuated by plated armor, polished to a bronze sheen. You had seen this man before, during military processions and that sort of thing. The prison warden, and one of the caesar's previous champions. Samuel. The warden of the prison underneath the colosseum.

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════════════════ " ✧ 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝖾 𝗎𝗉 '𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝟦𝖠𝖬,, 𝗂'𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗎𝗉 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎. " - technoblade x female reader. ⌗ y/n in the dream smp verse ⋆ someone who fell in love with the strongest player on the smp.ヾ‧₊ " 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙢𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 " ════════════════ ⭑ written by : -violetstars- , luka. ⭑ editor : eliasevans3138 , elias.

A mysterious being is terrorizing this rural town.. : It seems the the now lone husband is the only one to have a single clue of what to do. . he finds along the way what he has lost and what he will have rightfully returned to him. : : ; I'm not the proudest of this story, but I will re write it at some point, and fully flesh out the details and storyline, think of this as a carefully crafted draft A story based off a concept me and some friends came up with THE COVER WAS DRAWN BY @natsuewrites I JUST EDITED SOME THINGS OUT FOR THE STORY <3

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝. ❝ 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚃𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚢, 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 - 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 [𝚈/𝙽] 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛... 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. ❞

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK FIVE ---- Tryst (noun): a private romantic rendezvous between lovers, "a moonlight tryst". ---- Your eyes drifted upwards catching onto the glint of the sword that had saved you and following the curve of the blade upwards until you came to a knarled hand, with dirt under the fingernails. You followed the arm upwards until you reached his face - partly obscured underneath a green and white striped hat. You were able to catch onto blue eyes and the scruff of a beard underneath a mop of blonde hair though. What drew your attention most though, was the crow's wings behind him, flared out and glinting by the light of the sword. You hadn't even heard him swoop down for the approach. For someone who hadn't been seen in over a century, the Angel of Death looked young... too young. But then he was spinning away, wings flapping behind him so that he hovered over the ground as he sliced through anything that came too close for comfort. Even the skeletons a ways away weren't safe from his flames when their zombie counterparts came staggering too close. Soon enough, the dark forest was alight with burning undead creatures, providing a light source for you to stagger up to your feet as the Angel slid his sword back into it's scabbard. You weren't expecting him to round on you like he did, fire in his eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK SIX --- Addendum (noun); an item of additional material, typically omissions, added at the end of a book or other publication --- A collection of pieces puzzle pieces that didn't quite fit into the rest of the story - oneshots and timelines and little asides about the universe from the point of someone who's thought way too much about it.

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.