Anathema Stories

"who the fuck are you?" tyler seethed, his breath heavy and his eyes closed. the other person chuckled and graced him with an answer. "no matter how many times you ask me that question, you won't get a different answer sweetheart." "the author, the author, you've told me a million times!" tyler screamed, pulling at his hair. "why am i here? let me go!" he rammed his head at the bars of his cage until he could feel blood trickle down his face. "you're just hurting yourself babyboy. now if you would quiet down, I'd be happy to explain myself." tyler grimaced and sat on the cold metal ground. "don't call me babyboy." he humphed but succumbed to silence. "thank you. i'm the author, they call me josh. and you see, you are my most precious creation. let me show you."

Tyler and josh meet under an odd set of circumstances. Now that the two are friends, will they be able to trust each other with their darkest secrets? Will they be able to use their talents to spread light across the barren world they live in? Was it actually a coincidence they met, or did God play a vital role in the telling of their story? Only time will tell, but all will be revealed. (Loosely inspired by the Anathema lyrics but also their music in general)

Short glimpses (one shots) of everyday life's goofiness and ineffable love between our favourite angel and demon. Written mostly through perspective of God who gladly sends Metatron to listen to possible requests of the readers. ▪I do not own characters nor the plot of the book Good Omens. They belong to Neil Gaiman and late Terry Pratchett.▪ •The cover of the book is also not mine. The artwork is made by Rard Almario.•

***This contest is now over, but feel free to keep putting your ideas below!!!*** I'm a sucker for giving things away. Since I had new covers created for the Cloud Prophet Trilogy (huge shout out to Steven Novak at NovakIllustration.com), I wanted to give my favorite readers a chance to win an ebook with the new trilogy cover! This isn't just any old ebook, though. You will receive, in the mail, an ebook card. What's that? Well, it's the size, shape, and weight of a credit card. It has the original trilogy cover design on it, but when you scratch off the one-time use code on the back, you'll download the entire trilogy

Kara was an ordinary girl until one day when she got bitten by a spider. But not just any spider... A RADIOACTIVE one. Suddenly, she finds that she can turn invisible, electrocute people, and jump both high and far. She hears out about Charles Xavier's School For Gifted Kids through Anathema Devichi, a friend of hers who lives there. It's chock full of other minors with gifts and powers. Like Dale, who can fly and throw you anywhere in the multiverse. Or Luke, who is telepathic and can read your mind, tell what you're gonna do next and talk to you wordlessly. Join these four and many more in a tale of suspense, surprise, shock, and adventure around the world to defeat the dreaded Aphis species and get to their classes on time. I got the idea for this in a dream, that's how things are a little bit messed up and how it's a mix of two or more movies. Also, please be warned that I write very long books, so there may only be two or three chapters, but they're really long.

Why Ricardo can't stand the color green (Tumblr: AssanMahariel under #my bullcrap) (I dont own fallen hero: rebirth)

Os personagens- Anathema ( Estudante) Newt ( Menino dos legos) Aziraphale ( Bibliotecário) Crowley (Professor de história) -Zira, a quantos anos você conhece Crowley? - Questionou, como quem não quer nada. -Há muitos anos, querida. - O loiro parecia não prestar atenção no que estava respondendo, seu trabalho de reorganizar os livros parecia mais interessante. -E há quantos anos ele vem lhe visitar diariamente na biblioteca? -Há dois anos, querida. -E há quanto tempo ele lhe corteja? - Sabia o que estava tentando fazer, e o sorriso de alegria já aparecia em seu rosto, pois sabia que resposta viria do amigo. -Desde que nos conhecemos, querida. -Viu só, Zira! Vocês são destinados, se até você consegue admitir isso...

Some people can jump into dreams and manipulate them. But with such power come risks that can bleed out into the real world. Alora dreams about the same guy every night, a young man whom she sees daily on the bus. After deciding she has dreamt about him enough, she gets the courage to talk to him. Reve has made a mistake. A girl can see him. Now he has to find a way to right the consequences of overusing his powers.

"Tyler.." Josh whispered, tears in his eyes. He pulled Tyler into an embrace and hugged him as tight as he could, Tyler broke down in tears as Josh held him. "I'm sorry.." Tyler whispered. The night was silent, the stars glimmered once more.

Okay let's get to the random fluffy stories and have fun. I'll take request as well. No smut request but angst tradgey and fluff.

One little girl, Two head. Two little girl, One dead. Two life, One knife. One murder, Two colour. Two little girl, Two little girl. Two littl - One little girl.

-It's fine. Whatever it is I will not judge you- Aziraphale chuckled to himself. Once again, the demon was being kind to him, but he knew that if he pointed it out, Crowley would threaten to chuck him off the rooftop. -You are correct. I am terrified, how could I not be? I'm completely alone against every great force of the universe and all I have is a book of half lies and dingy flaming sword I can't even properly wield- -You also have me- he said. Aziraphale nodded with a gentle smile -Yes. I also have you- - A year after the Apocalypse was supposed to take place, the angel and the demon responsible of its prevention are fully enjoying their time together on earth without a care in the world. But powerful forces are gathering their strength just beneath the surface and will soon unleash all of Heavens might and Hells vengeance upon the traitors that dared to save the Earth in the name of something as stupid as Love.

"If the world is to fall, I'll be there." Crowley promised, looking down at the young boy. He looked back up at the demon, a bright and unknowing smile etched on his face. Crowley didn't often promise things. Very rarely, if fact, that even Aziraphale only managed to get him to promise once in a while. "Okay, Angel!" The boy smiled wider, and Crowley looked away in what appeared to be shame. "I'm not an- oh forget it." Also on Ao3 if that's more convenient, at Orin_nirO :)

she's nothing more but anathema to him. //inspired by a song by twenty one pilots

The contest will run from February 27th through March 5th. The winner will be chosen using random.org and announced by March 7th. I’ll choose one winner to receive all three paperbacks and a little collection of random swag.

The young elf Athrílas steps into the great conflict that will one day be known as the Anathema War. But what place can a lone elf find in a war where the gods themselves battle against one another? Will he rise through the ranks? Bide his time and survive? Or will he die as a martyr at the hands of the Apostate gods' wicked creations?