Cyper Stories

🜂 Two avatars. One forgotten connection. Falling in love again was never part of the code. 🌙 They broke the spell once. Now it's stronger-and it remembers. 🗝 What if the person you never got over was still waiting in the code? 🖤 Glitches. Ghosts. And a love that never really logged off. ✨ She was chaos in a hoodie. He was a storm wrapped in silence. Together? Something like magic. 📡 She sent a dreamcall at 3:47 a.m. He answered like he never stopped waiting.

When college dropout Alex Mercer doodled tank schematics in the back of a lecture hall, he never imagined he'd become the conduit for an ancient war machine's vengeance. Torn from Earth into a shattered realm where Nazi magitek collides with dieselpunk horrors, Alex discovers a chilling power: he can summon soldiers and weapons from humanity's darkest wars. But every bullet has a cost, and every ally is borrowed time. The Dark King, a SS general fused with occult machinery, seeks to erase two worlds to forge his Fourth Reich. His armies, abominations of flesh and steel, are legion. His granddaughter, a medic with a target on her back, holds the key to his demise. And the AI in Alex's head, Valkyrie, whispers promises of victory... for a price. As Alex's ragtag squad of students and WWII GIs battle biomechanical nightmares, they must confront a truth: War is a poison. Even victory tastes of ash. In a world where magic is code and heroes are forged in fire... ... what will survival cost them?

The Deep Light district holds horrors beyond your imagination.

okey.... hola gentuza este blog (? es para contarles mi experiencia con los subliminales y consejos y anecdotas. Eso. Bye.

Hello, and thanks for reading #WhoIAm! Here's a brief description of the novel. "Brandon, someone who loves you and hates you at the same time. Do you still have feelings for me? Do you care that I'm alive? Do you care that I have feelings?" #WhoIAm is a journal, a 14 year old Kaitlyn starts about how she has the biggest crush on this boy in her class, Brandon, who asked her out to go to the Winter Dance. He stood her up there, and then his friends and 'new' girlfriend started bullying her on social media. It can catch you anywhere, especially when you say things you should've never said. You might make friends with people you'd think you would never make friends with. After all of this happened, Kaitlyn was a very depressed person. Someone who wouldn't talk to anyone anymore. She stopped writing in this book until 3 years later. You will be able to see how her life has went, and what she does. WARNING! - This novel contains harm, violence, things you shouldn't do at home, depression, and bullying/cyperbullying. This is for the #stopbullying movement. Please do not attempt wild situations in your home.

What would you do if your entire world was lost?Would you try to save it?Or watch it perish before your feet? And what would you do...if you were the one responsible for your parents' death?Run away?Become stronger? Or become a villian? All these answers can be solved. In a unknown universe known as the Collection. The Collection is a universe filled with horror and woe. All planets known as Serafyl, Juverox, Luka, Nevea, and Centos are in grave danger. All which is being haunted by Nightmare. The dark angel. He is said to take over all of the Collection. Nightmare killed many of all cultures. He is the soul reason why two five year olds are on such a mission that can cost their lives. Both which attend the Collection's most brightest academy's in all of the universes. Black Wood Academy. *ON HOLD* The Manga is being created for now. Please be a bit more patient. The Manga is pretty much like this but it's the plot has extra details and never before published characters! So please just wait till I upload the first volume on to the internet..it will be on a personal website which will come out soon. I will put some links in my biography in my profile when it is ready. Thank you all! Love you Hybrids! (:

I can’t! I just can’t! I’m walking up and down in my room with the telephone in my hand, ready to phone someone. I mean not just someone, someone special: Darin. I’m taking a deep breath of fresh air and I press the first number. I realise that my hands are shaking. No! I throw the telephone through the room. I can’t!