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EPILOGUE WILL BE FREE STARTING JUNE 29TH, 2023! Diana wakes up in pain, tied to a bed and unable to escape. She's been trapped by a group of surgeons with a twisted passion and she's their next victim. ***** Diana Slater, a typical University student, wakes up in pain, tied to a bed and unable to see. After a mysterious figure, known only as Dr. Sweeney, nurses her back to health she finds out the truth. The Doctor has kidnapped her and given her a cat's eyes as part of a larger ploy to turn humans into collectibles. Now she's being trained by Ben, another patient, with the skin of a snake, on how to behave. Diana and Ben are forced to work together to try to escape the murderous doctors - until she discovers Ben might not be the victim he makes himself out to be. The only person Diana can trust is herself, and if she fails, her eyes won't give her another nine lives. [[Winner of the 2018 Fiction Awards for Best Horror Story]] [[word count: 80,000-90,000 words]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

​"Ice once melted, can it be the same?" ​In a matter of days, the world fell to its knees. Civilization fractured, leaving Earth violently divided between a ravenous horde of infected and the desperate remnants of humanity. ​But Allan is no longer human. And he refuses to join the horde. ​Trapped in a monstrous, four-armed body he doesn't understand, Allan is fueled by an ancient, blinding spirit of rage. He isn't fighting for survival-he's fighting for his family. With his daughter changing by his side and his wife ruling a ghost town as a ruthless Apex predator, Allan will tear the world apart to save them. ​He isn't an ally. He isn't an infection. He is an engine of pure vengeance. I'll try to update every Monday till this book is finished. Thanks for reading!!

A fanfic for the Phighting! game on Roblox. Anyways I have no idea about half the lore, so someone inform me, please. The world hasn't felt so dark before. You feel yourself in water drowning until you see a light that grabbed you out of the water. Welcome newly spawned phighter to your new life. (Rewrite version) V Friends, family, lovers, people whom you wish you had in your life. You have them now and going through the rocky path for them. You loved and lost, always a cycle of that. You only wanted what was best for them, you try to give them what they wanted, even if it wasn't what they expected to have. Deep down in this abyss, could you really think you could hide it all from above the surface? If they founded out of this secret, they'd never look at you the same way. Are you willing to risk that?

Everyone prays to something. Tommy's family prays to the Blood God. He grew up learning that blood is an offering, not just a wound. In the Soot family, it's normal to see what others can't, it's normal to be touched by something supernatural, and it's normal, sometimes, to go mad because of it. Tommy is the youngest, and he's always been the sane son, until the hallucinations started. Grotesque creatures lurking at the edges of his vision, some still, some not, all seeming to know his name. He learned to live with it. But returning broken from exile to an empty house is different. No Phil. No Techno. Just a silence that shouldn't exist, and monsters getting worse by the day. Tommy needs to find his family, and to do that, he will do whatever is necessary. The prophecies say that the Blood God will soon awaken. And that he will want blood. Or Tommy returns from exile to an empty house. Between hallucinations that might be lying to him or warning him, he needs to find the rest of his family before he loses his mind completely. Or Whenever I see the idea that Tommy grew up raised by Phil, with Techno and Wilbur, in a good family, some details don't add up. So here's my own version of the post-exile arc, with an extra dose of horror.

When a group of Year 12 s are walking home from the cinema suddenly one of them has a horrible attack from a soon to be fatal non-diagnosed heart condition. The only way they can save him is to perform a heart transplant with a 'werewolf'. Surely it wasn't real and they were just toying with their friend's near-death right? But they had to at least try.

Do you like to stare at strange lights that hover in the sky? Have you ever wondered if game show hosts have souls? Would you thread tubes and wires through your body to be called /Desirable?/ Then pack up your guilty pleasures and lose yourself in the carefully manufactured paradise of /Hender's Glen/! Leech on to curious Amadeus or glamorous Lazarus, dependent on their sobriety, as they try to come to terms with the fleeting reality that has been built around them. With the arrival of an enrapturing astrophysicist it slowly becomes clear that this manicured life is being drained of humanity at the claws of mechanical madmen. Log-in to your third eye and discover what beauty might really mean, but don't touch that dial when you Tune in to Glen.

[This is the third and final arc of my Disventure Camp TF Saga series, which takes inspiration from Rebecca742000's Objected Drippings] [Warning: This story will contain transformation, TG, identity death, and other things that may be upsetting and/or triggering to some people] Following the Disventure Camp incidents of Moonville, Emmanuel modifies the last of the parasitic goo to be able to turn people into the characters from Disventure Camp 4: Carnival of Chaos. Desiring to make the season 4 contestants real, Emmanuel takes to Pond Town and invites 18 of its residents for a so-called "vacation" at the luxurious mansion known as Ikawats Mansion. Little do Emmanuel's 18 victims know that this promised "vacation" would actually be a scheme to change their lives and bodies forever. Disventure Camp is owned by Odd Nation Cartoons (Sidenote: I do not support any of Jared Madrigal's bad actions) Story made by me All characters in this story are 18 or older This story is 100% fictional, so therefore, any similarities to real life people, locations, and events is purely coincidental

The front door was wide open. Snow had drifted inside, dusting the hardwood entry in a fine, white powder. The draft was cutting, carrying with it the sharp smell of pine, exhaust, and something else-something faint and metallic that made Birdie's stomach turn. ----- Lock the basement. Close the blinds. Don't look outside. How long can they last? (A story set in a zombie apocalypse <3) Cross-posted on AO3 under the username circlemushroomtrap Enjoy!

The Night Hunter Team, also known as the Main Six, is transformed into two massive robots, Kiramaizin and Gigant Driller, by the sinister witch, Hekate Bellatrix. Gerg Wolfe and his crew have managed to discover a way to break the spell and reverse the transformation.

[This is Arc 1 of my Disventure Camp TF Saga series, which takes inspiration from Rebecca742000's Objected Drippings] [Warning: This story will contain transformation, TG, identity death, and other things that may be upsetting and/or triggering to some people] After years of research, Emmanuel Cambridge and 3 other scientists have successfully revitalized a parasitic goo that once turned a group of innocent people into cartoon characters. Now, the lingering question remains...does the goo really work? Only one way to find out... Disventure Camp is owned by Odd Nation Cartoons (Sidenote: I do not condone any of Jared Madrigal's bad decisions) Story made by me All characters in this story are 18 or older This story is 100% fictional, so therefore, any similarities to real life people, locations, and events is purely coincidental

Cersei Lannister believed she was destined to lose every child she ever brought into the world. Sitting isolated in the Red Keep as enemies close in from the North and South, her only goal is keeping her unborn baby alive at any cost. But when a Life Foundation multiverse experiment collapses, a young, immature symbiote named Scream tears through a dimensional rift and crashes into the heart of King's Landing. Weak, frightened, and desperate for connection, the yellow-and-black entity does not seek a host to dominate-it seeks a parent. Finding Cersei's mind flooded with protective rage and fierce maternal devotion, Scream latches onto her, declaring Cersei as its Mother and the unborn child as its little sibling. What follows is not a alien conquest, but a dark, codependent family bond forged in the fires of the Seven Kingdoms. As Daenerys Targaryen brings fire and blood to the capital, the Dragon Queen faces an apex predator driven by an absolute directive: nothing touches the family.

In the quiet village of her past, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu bought a strange, cold fragment of black stone from the Duke-a artifact promised to have come from "beyond the mountains." But when Marker symbols flare across her vision and reality fractures, the Countess is torn from her castle and thrown into the dark, industrial hell of the year 2511. She awakens aboard the Sprawl, a massive civilian space station built into the shattered remains of Titan, just as a nightmare erupts. As the grotesque bio-mass of the Necromorph outbreak consumes the station, Alcina finds herself stripped of her daughters, her power, and her home. Towering over the panicked humans around her, her presence marks her as either a miracle or a monster to the dying world. Enter Ellie Langford: a sharp-tongued, fiercely pragmatic engineer who refuses to cower before alien monstrosities or three-meter-tall vampiric aristocrats. Forced into an uneasy truce, the giantess and the engineer must rely on each other to survive zero-g breaches, Unitologist zealots, and the deafening psychic hum of Convergence. But as their mechanical and physical survival turns into a slow-burn, intense physical bond, the Marker fragment fused to Alcina's blood begins to react to the Sprawl's core. To survive the station's collapse, both women must confront the trauma of their lost pasts-and decide if they are willing to burn down the future to stay side by side.

The city of Riddlewood runs on Vitaeon-a glowing, volatile energy source extracted from deep beneath the cobblestones. But ever since Detective Sheridan Cavendish exposed the dark origins of his city's power grid, the static has entered his blood. Sheridan is fading. Suffused with raw energy, his body has begun to phase, losing physical density and drifting out of alignment with reality. To keep Sheridan from dissolving into pure light, his partner, the brilliant engineer Finch, builds the Stability Anchor-a chest-mounted bio-frequency dampener fused directly over Sheridan's heart. But physical instability is the least of their worries. Across Riddlewood, ghost-like "Temporal Echoes" are erupting from streetlamps and factory floors, projecting violent, long-buried memories of the city's past onto the sky. Behind the madness is Professor Tesseract, a radical visionary who has hijacked the central Clockworks Tower. Tesseract isn't just trying to reveal the truth-he is tuning the city's grid to a lethal cardiac frequency designed to stop the heart of every citizen in Riddlewood. To save the city, Sheridan must make the ultimate sacrifice: unlatch his anchor, plunge his mind directly into the roaring energy stream, and rewrite the city's pulse from the inside out. Ether-noir atmosphere meets biopunk body horror in this thrilling sequel about inherited guilt, corporate corruption, and the terrifying cost of truth.

A young adult finds himself reborn with bio-electromagnetic powers after getting electrocuted in a thunderstorm. He has to sacrifice his personal life, family, friends and love to keep his identity hidden and live the life of a dead man. But will he use these powers for the greater good of the people... Or will he become immoral and make his own rules as a terrifying, vengeful vigilante?

Nova knows the world considers her a monster. Specifically, one who you take a look at and say "Oh god, a weeb with furry tendencies got superpowers, and she's GERMAN?" Why do people focus on that part anyways? It's like, "Hey, this random lady has wolf ears and a tail, that's weird. WAIT, DID SHE JUST CURSE IN GERMAN?" Well... there also the fact that she was a supervillain. A big one. A REALLY big one. As in... "Built a robot army that all look like hot girls to take over the world" big. What? No, their appearances are ENTIRELY necessary. Anyways, she lost. And now she's in prison. Five hundred years of cryosleep imprisoned in a facility SHE built? Well, that's just rude. Though, she supposes she deserves it. Well... She woke up a bit early, and the world doesn't seem to have decided to wait. One of her android guards (Again, THAT SHE DESIGNED!) is broken, the other refuses to take into account that the entire facility has been abandoned for centuries... And all the other cells seem to have been torn into by something animalistic. Well... Being the person with the highest security containment seems to have actually had its perks... For once... She did spend a very long time, of being woken up periodically just to hear about how someone she loved had died in the past decade that went by in an instant for her... Now.. she just needs to figure out how to escape her android guard with a missing arm, and chains preventing easy movement! Not so hard, right? Who cares if the world is utterly terrifying, she keeps having mental breakdowns, monsters keep chasing her, and every moment she wants to curl up and cry? So what if theres horrifying abominations, things that would kill anyone else if they simply look at them, and inconsistent lighting? She's experienced worse. At least... Some part of her did. Why won't anyone understand why she did what she did? She... She couldn't let that happen to anyone. Not again. Warum?... Warum ich? (Why?... Why me?)

The entire Fanfic goes Parallel to the Plot of "Murder drones: Unresolved" Except I've thought about this, and this is a Fanfic where Main character is an OC, and We'll be concentrated MOSTLY on him. Also, if U want a chronological Order of chapters cuz you're confused on "Why the hell did this Author write Prologue AFTER Chapter 6??" Well, here it is: Prologue -> Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2 -> Every chapter After in Chronological AND Numbered Order. (Prologue -> Chapter 1 -> Chapter 2 -> Chapter 3 -> Chapter 4 -> Chapter 5 -> Chapter 6 -> Further chapters) Thanks for the fact you're even READING at least 1 of the chapters.

The boarding house on Bellweather Lane should have been condemned years ago. Its windows have gone blind with age. Its hallways breathe after midnight. And at the end of the second-floor corridor stands a stained glass door that glows even during power outages, spilling bruised colors across the walls like something alive beneath the paint. Six strangers move in anyway. Cheap rent has a way of silencing instinct. Maren Dorsey arrives last, carrying two overpacked suitcases and a lifetime of exhaustion into a house that feels aware of her before she ever crosses the threshold. The other tenants are young, funny, grieving, restless. People are trying to outrun loneliness, debt, mistakes, and themselves. Then they learn the rules. If you hear a laugh that isn't yours, close your eyes. Count to ten. Don't breathe. Don't open them. Pray. Nobody takes them seriously. At first. Soon, the mirrors stop keeping pace with reality. Water begins climbing upward through drains. Laughter leaks from the vents at impossible hours. A miniature replica of the boarding house appears in Maren's room, changing whenever nobody is looking directly at it. And somewhere inside the walls, something is learning. Watching. Waiting. When the first tenant dies, the house changes. The doors lead to the wrong places. Reflections begin answering back. Names appear where no one wrote them. Every rule hides another lie. As terror spreads through the halls, Maren uncovers a truth buried beneath decades of disappearances and forgotten rituals: The house was never haunted. The house was taught. And whatever waits behind the stained glass door has been expecting her for far longer than she's been alive. This is not a ghost story. This is a story about a house that learned how to hunger. ©️ Relle H

[DISCLAIMER: This comic is made by A REAL HUMAN, and is NOT BY ANY FORMS OF A/I! Please do not reupload or steal my work.] [TRIGGER WARNINGS: The following includes themes of character d3ath, bl00d, body horror, swearing, suggestive and/or disturbing imagery.] An unknown parasite entered Blue's body. Blue was keeping track of the symptoms as it entered their body. However, while recording the audio log, the parasite began to mutate in their body, causing Blue to undergo a slow, painful metamorphosis. Their final message to their fellow crewmates is that they need to keep each other safe and wipe out the parasite for good.

When the sky splits, empires fall-and two queens of different worlds find themselves trapped in the wreckage. Rhaenyra Targaryen is the rightful Queen of Westeros, already drowning in the betrayal and bloodshed of the Dance of the Dragons. Mileena is the fierce, lethal Princess of Outworld, a warrior whose beautiful facade hides a rotting, monstrous secret. When a multiverse incursion forces them into a brutal tournament for the fate of reality, they are meant to be rivals. They are meant to kill one another. But in a match of steel and desperation, the impossible happens. A single wound, a lethal infection, and the blood of a Targaryen is irrevocably tainted by Tarkat. Now, Rhaenyra is no longer just a dragon. She is a hybrid of fire and hunger, bonded to the very woman who was supposed to be her doom. As gods watch and their respective worlds fracture, the Queen and the Princess find themselves caught in a dangerous, obsessive dance. They are caught between the weight of their crowns and the terrifying, magnetic pull of the infection that binds them. In a multiverse that demands they sacrifice everything, Rhaenyra and Mileena decide to tear it all down instead. They were meant to be enemies. Now, they are the only things left that are real.

[ CONTENT WARNING: AS THIS IS A INFECTION/HORROR AU, THIS WILL CONTAIN: BODY HORROR, UNSETTLING/UNNERVING ELEMENTS AND SCENES OF VIOLENCE.] - Something wicked this way seeps. slithering through the skies and from the sun, digging its claws until everything is one. Hiding wont cover you forever - they'll find a way through those doors eventually. ...You should stop crying about how all of this "suffering" you've wrought into this land is your fault, as you and him have created something truly, truly beautiful. Embrace it. And walk into the others waiting arms. - [don't expect this to update often, as this isnt something that I made to put actual effort into - I have a webcomic and tumblr semi-askblog to worry about more LOL.]