Ardent Stories

****** "So, a witch and a hybrid walk into a bar..." ****** A Klaus Mikaelson Fanfiction.

Introduction: Long ago, there were 5 incredibly powerful wolf packs. They were targeted by the Shadows, a wolf pack that wanted to annihilate the human race. While the 5 packs purpose was to protect the human race, the Shadows was to harm the human race. The packs held just fine until a tragic night. The Shadows had grown, and now we're annihilating the packs. All of them were wiped out, except one survivor from each pack, with the exception of the Twins of course. Those survivors came together and formed their own pack. Ardent. Each wielding their own element and special power, they kept the human race out of trouble and harms way. The Shadows went into hiding, for Ardent was far too strong. Occasionally Shadows would pop up and would get hunted. They stayed off the radar, until now. They were finally big and strong enough to fight Ardent. Could the Shadows end up winning?

Kashi have never lived alongside humans in perfect harmony, considered tainted because of their abilities. But a strange new disease, lethal and attacking only the Kashi has struck, they may have only one choice When a Lyderis is lost forever to the sickness, panic races through the Kashi colony, three girls know that they have to come out of hiding. Hidden in the crevices of an old Kashi Hideout, Kai, Ash, and Evony discover the ancient papers, possibly containing the cure... however they quickly discover that they are not the only ones hunting for answers. The government doesn't like the rise in population of the Kashi, and they've hired bounty hunters to start raiding the hideouts.

Nyssa Hunter's parents were beaten, taken away, and supposedly killed by the so called glorious Sentinels under orders of President Markestein. President Markestein is praised in the country of Arstensia for orchestrating the Aeredale Peace Treaty, ending the fatal and century old war between Arstensia and Blarstum. Nyssa, like her kind, see no heroism in Markestein's actions. She understands that he isn't who he says he is - that he's a murderer. So what, if her parents were exposed to radiation? So what, if that caused a sub species of Ardents to be created? So what, if they were different and had inhumane abilities? So what? Nyssa carries a vendetta for revenge with her every step. She will stop at nothing to avenge her and kill the murder of so many more innocent children. In order to achieve her life's goal, she must go undercover as a Sentinel in-training and take care of the President as one of his personal guards. Series of events take place causing Nyssa to fall in love with the one person she can't, the President's son. Nyssa becomes torn between her two desires and lives and is forced to choose a side. Will she choose to side with the son of her life long enemy? Or will she stick with her blood and continue with her murderous ways?

Commodore is a young lad who seeks answers, but no one cares. Everybody gets scared as he wears a stainless steel mask. Until one day, an enigmatic young lad transforms into someone they never loved and never adored, but they do now.

This is a tagalog-english story (unfinished). This is a story of five individual queens ruling their kingdom and bringing them to the top. Who will be the Queen of the Queens?

I was there . . . standing in the middle of a garden, alone. It was sunny. The sun's ray shone down upon me and the sea of sunflowers that surrounded me. It was an eden of beauty and I've never seen something as overwhelming as this before... although, I didn't know why I was there at all. From a distance, I see a figure moving closer towards me. It was a girl wearing a white dress and a fedora embroidered with two sunflowers on its side. She went closer towards me and it was then that I knew why I was there. She gave me a warm hug, tiptoed and kissed my cheek. She leaned unto me and I hid her on my embrace. Time felt slower as she remained on my cuddle. Suddenly, the sun was gone. The blue sky was filled with dark ominous clouds. A strong air whipped storming all of the sunflowers around, wrecking them. Her arms started to lose grip on my body and I felt myself distancing away from her. I tried to reach her and grab her arms as she tried to reach mine. It was too late. I felt the force strengthened on my back. I was being pulled by a strong wind . . . pulled into oblivion . . . pulled into darkness... until I couldn't see her anymore. . . . until I couldn't touch her. I heard a yell from a great distance. It painfully echoed on my head as I drifted into nothingness.

Ever wonder where your dreams go when you wake? Imagine if they drifted off, coalescing with the dreams of others to create a constantly shifting realm of imagination and memories. That is the realm that Shade the Scarecrow and Cole the Wanderer set off to explore. What begins as a simple research expedition escalates into a fight for survival and revelation. ---------------------------------- This is a work based on a D&D campaign I ran with my friends for 4 years (though it is not a "campaign journal"). It's part of a series of novellas I wrote for my players to let them know what their characters are up to. Naturally this means that it was written with the intent that the reader was already familiar with the world. I have done my best to adapt the story for new readers and included footnotes for lore that does not outright speak for itself. If you enjoy this, consider going to my main blog (taleofchampions.wordpress.com) where you can read the appendices and see new chapters early. Thank you for your time. ~-~smzippyy

Ariel Novak had created her; the blue haired, heavily tattooed, free-spirited girl whom she had killed off in her story, nearly four years ago. Continuing this tragic love story gone wrong, Ariel decides to add some changes, making her story not only beautifully compelling, but majestic and ultraviolet like. Too bright and stunning, but with a beautiful name. Once a porcelain toned, ivory eyed, cyan haired girl's body is found down by the riverside, along with eight scars along her face, something doesn't add up and when Ariel's shadows begin to trail backwards, she realizes she hasn't written a story: she's writing another's ending. Copyright © 2014 Sia Tampert