+---+---+ "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦" "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘬𝘦" "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙖𝙘𝙠" "𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘣, 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦" +---+---+ [Preview of Chapter 1] He ran, jumping down from the balcony to the alleyway beneath, and hid behind the garbage bin. He waited a moment, and the next second, both of his pursuers also jumped down to the alleyway. He took out one of his stiletto daggers out of his pocket, and took a stance, getting ready to attack when the two guards passed by. What he didn't expect was, the next second, gunshots were heard along with a few screams, which were quickly silenced. He waited a few moments before checking to see what had happened. "Is everything alright down there, 'Watch'?" A familiar voice called from the roof. 'Watch' looked up to see who it was. "'Red'. What a coincidence meeting you here." +---+---+ [Word Count: 31,056] [Avg Per Chapter: 1,150]

(A royal hermittpad au) On a small island just a bridge away from the neighbors, you'd think they would be friends, but in reality they were just a bunch frauds pretending. The day the king fell from his throne of unknown causes was the day everyone went at eachothers throats, the kingdom and the people tore apart. The broken people in the shattered palace were the ones who enjoyed this the most. Except for a few lonely souls, such as the young princess that mourns the death of her beloved brothered king, Some say she was his daughter some say a little sister but nobody knows as she was never spotted in public with him. it was her duty to gather up the remains of this beautiful land and mend it up with what ever humanity was left, hoping to bring tranquiled peace and prosperity to the people. That may be such a difficult task for such a young and naive girl who was oblivious to everything before she realized it was too late.

What would you do if everything you used to know and love fell apart right before your eyes? Thrown into a new reality you didn't know nor wished to. Sounds like a nightmare right? Well, lucky me. This is my reality. I get to live in constant fear and anxiety for those I wish to protect. I get to deal with having new abilities that only tie me down, dragging me further until I can no longer breath. Could I ever learn to control my new and foreign power? Could I ever run at this new change with open arms? Could I ever even gain enough strength to carry on? All I know is I've learned how to lie. I've learned how to love, and know how to cry. I've been taught how to laugh, and I know how to give. But could I ever understand.. To Learn to Live. //Trigger Warnings// Blood. Self-harm. Violence. Intense gore. Tourture. Insanity. Sickness. Possibly death. Angst (don't know if this counts : ) Proceed with caution, and have a lovely time reading<3

Legends never die... but when they do, nothing good happens. If you want it to make sense, read The Watcher's Downfall. This is basically an AU, so things won't make sense without previous context. As the title 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. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'cool galaxy planets' and picking one)

"One day, Grian, I'll make it happen." "If you do, it'll be your downfall." Ariyaquila's first finished book. As the title says, this is fanfiction. I do not own the Hermits or admins, nor do I write for them. I write about the characters they present to us on screen. Libra Skyward and the Head Watcher are my characters. (cover made on desygner (or whatever the spelling is), but the space pic was found just by searching 'purple galaxy planets' and picking one)

"Each world has its own story. Even if you tried to get a story from me, I wouldn't be able to tell you half of it. There is so much life in each build and block, and each event has told their own tale. But it has to start somewhere." Fate has the oddest ways of getting people together. It might tear your world apart as you know it. It might give you loss and grief. It might even show you a side that you never knew you had. But it does all this for a reason. What is that reason? Well... You'll have to find out. This is the origin of how Hermitcraft came to be. Just remember-- Every end of a story is a new beginning for another. - Some information before you start the story: - This story takes place before Hermitcraft officially started, so maybe 7-8 years ago or so. - Despite this, though, the world is set in 1.13/1.14. - If you die, it's permanent. There are no respawn mechanisms. - The backstories for each character are based around events that happened in Season 6, which might not be relevant in seasons to come. - The total word count for this story is 49,001. It was originally published on October 16, 2019. - I try to mention each Hermit at least once, but I might have missed some. DISCLAIMER: This book does hint at a bit of shipping. I write ships based on the Hermits' Minecraft personas and not their actual IRL selves. None of this content is meant to offend anyone, it's purely a writing hobby. If any of the Hermits find any of my content disrespectful or uncomfortable, I have no problem in taking it down. With all that being said, enjoy the story!

WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!: This fic is rated as PG-14+, so read at your own risk! There's swearsies, suggestive references, and LOTS of blood of gore! Be aware! Also! The art for the cover is NOT MINE! It's by @infiniteworldtype on Tumblr, so go feel free to check them out and give them some love! (Link to image: https://infiniteworldtype.tumblr.com/post/186915005205/admins-play-god-in-their-world-that-they-create ) _________________________________________ Glorious in life, eternal in death. That's what the Shadowbyte Army had told its soldiers for years. That their loyalty and skill granted an unforgettable legacy after they died. That following their orders would bring them prosperity while appeasing their superiors. And everyone believed it. Why would their saviors lie to them? After they saved their lives in the first place? It's what a group of eight of those soldiers believed. When they were brought together to take over a single World, occupied by a small group of people known as HermitCraft. When they broke past its firewalls and set foot on its soil. But when their plans go horribly wrong and they're taken hostage by their perceived enemies, something begins to stir inside of them, one by one. They start to question their faith and loyalty to the Shadowbyte Army, to it's powerful leader and founder, Ecryptos. Everything they had ever known is put in a brand new light. And they soon realize that they are part of a much more sinister plot... But will they agree to break their oath to stop it once and for all?