Curran סיפור

Lights. Red lights. Glowing like the nonexistent stars, replacing them like society to humanity. It wasn't always like this. Happiness ruled over the perplexing mishaps of the societys abyss, a gilded age of happy mischief, conserving the only light. Pure. White. Replaced by red. Only those of pure light could see past the light that blinded yet blacked our own souls of abyss. The only ones. The Others. I was not an Other, nor was I a Conformity. Therefore, I was nothing. The perplexing abysmal was no match for the Others, of course. With the blackened future, only the past was painted with light. Only the past could survive the disarray and live on the hope that consumed the Others. But that was the past. The future is the future. The future is now. Nothing will survive like the past. However, I am nothing.

Short stories relating to Death the Kid, Eevee Yule, her weapon Curran Vails, and how they get into trouble that ends up with them being banned from certain parts of Death City. Some are mention in Deathly Symmetrical and some may not have been mentioned at all. Also stories of Eevee and Curran's past days before they met Death the Kid, and their daily lives when skipping classes. How she came to meet Excalibur, and other strange happening in their lives.

“You're toxic. Every time I'm with you I feel a little more poisoned.” ❥ Battling a constant war against life, Brighley Adams only thought each day was surviving the tragedy of her so called "life". More like death. If there was a prize for "most likely to die tomorrow", Brighley would win by a long shot. Diagnosed with fatal familial insomnia a few years ago, her life was a daily struggle between death and a procrastinated death. Luke was the stereotypical junior in high school. Popular, funny, and a total bad boy. Landing himself at North Shore Hospital for a sports injury, he can't help but be somewhat depressed over his current setting. A boring room with boring people. When two worlds clash, death might be more common than not, even if it is just social. Toxicity is never relevant.

Jason thinks he will never see the mysterious girl again, until danger follows her and he saves her for a second time. Only this time he needs to introduce himself as Jason Todd. Will Jason be able to keep his secret from her? JASON TODD x FEMALE OC

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The worst day of Eliza's life also happened to be the day that her life changed forever. After an encounter with the one and only Xavier Stone, Eliza starts having a weird feeling that someones watching her, and protecting her. There was something weird about Xavier, and no matter how cute he may be, its obvious hes hiding something. Even though Eliza tries to ignore it, she knows shes slowly falling in love with Xavier, and plans to find out exactly why he seems different. And shes not going to give up until she does.

Jason Todd fanfiction // Titans Netflix series

has never given into the idea of "normality" that has corrupted so many intellectually gifted minds. Now in the psychiatric ward of Maxwell, being the only uncorrupted mind has caused him to be considered an outcast, an idea created by humans themselves. He has a gift, one that goes beyond the idea of normality. A case of delusion, or the idea of perfection?

College life isn't easy, but maybe it gets better when you take a risk. Only way to find out is taking that leap of faith.

Marva Witch. A sorceress in secret with immense power. Hiding from the coven and reining Kingdoms. Working for a vampire priest, doing many odd jobs . Known as 'Wolf Rider' to man, 'Beta' to the wolves. There's a corrupt world of royals bargaining in the black market, pirates taking more land than sea, and supernatural deaths rising more than they should. Marva sensing a dark cloud looming closer to this plane on earth. Calling her. . . . (Please be patient while I review/edit the story, it has been a long time, I apologize for that.

𝙿𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚒𝚊 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜. --- polish version on: @paulalel

He says he is a poison. You thought you were. Then you meet and realize you're the antidote.