Daughterofdeath Stories

A part 2 of the MPHFPC fanfic rp, "Daughter of Death". I wrote the other part as @hammyhouse24. I couldn't write on that account, due to the fact that it would continuously kick me out.

The man Infront of me said Mia your next..

Lost her way and locked in darkness. Hanna is a fallen angel. The daughter of Death himself. Though she doesn't know it, her life is one of hell. Now with her friends, her life changes when she starts to get strange urges. Little does she know, these urges will change her life forever and will end with meeting some new people. Hanna now knows people who might as well be her father's minions, yet they all wish him dead. How will life change for an angel of death.

It's hard getting close to anybody when you know how long they'll live... Thana Valdís is the daughter of Death. Like, literally. Her name even means death. Her father had taken a form as a mortal and had slept with her mother. Poof! Then she came along. Her mom dropped her faster than a hot potato and left her to Death. They had sort of come to an agreement. Death made sure she was comfortable, and in turn, Thana didn't make his life unnecessarily hard. Being Death's daughter, she had some 'special' abilities. She could see a persons soul, judge whether it was meant for the good places, the bad places, or the neutral places (really, it all depended on what they believed in, there was no solid heaven or hell), reap it, and knew how long they had to live. She could see and talk to ghosts (graveyards were her favourite place for a reason), summon dead spirits and people, (Alexander the Great had a serious stick up his ass) and knew how old something was. Oh, and she got the ability to kill any being by just touching. So, if she wasn't careful, she could kill you with a touch. Thanks, dad. But even as bad as things are, they could be a lot worse, so she doesn't complain. That is, until things get a lot worse. Somebody, something, is killing the reapers. Which means, people aren't dying when they're supposed to, and people are coming back. If she doesn't stop this soon, soon even Death would die (perish? Could Death even die anyway?) and the world will collapse from overpopulation and fall into chaos. Also, that pissed her off because only she was allowed to try and kill Death! He was her Dad, she had killing rights. Can Thana, with the help of three unlikely friends and chatty spirits save the day? Or will nobody ever die - forever - and the world will be sent into chaos? Looks like she's got a hard task ahead of her. Good thing she has her favourite silver gun/

Konatheus and Plictipatia are sisters. People believed their parents were Gods. Plictipatia sacrifice herself to save her sister, Konatheus. She got cursed. She must get rid of it. Plictipatia dies and reincarnates as a lonely girl named Ellen Boulevard. Konatheus helped to relieve Plictipatia (Ellen) from the curse?

Mietitrice is not your average 15 year old. She's a child of Death, literally. Her dad is the almighty Thanatos. At least her nephew, Nico, has Will. She's more of an outcast than he EVER was. What happens when she decides to run to the Underworld to help her father reap souls? What will she do when she finds two warring demons: The Operator- more commonly known as Slenderman, and Zalgo- He Who Waits Behind The Wall, have been warring for decades. When the gods finally notice, they decide to send none other than Death's daughter. How will she solve this, and who will she meet along the way? P.S. Mietitrice is pronounced Mē-tīt-rihs (Mee-Tie-Tris) I own the cover, the plot, and Mietitrice. The Creepypastas and the everyone else at Camp Half-blood and Camp Jupiter belong to their respective owners: Rick Riordan (PJO & HOO), Troy Wagner - Joseph DeLage - Kirill Baru - Tim Sutton (MH), and whoever the heck created all the Creepypastas. Copyright2019-2020

‎ع˖⁺ ☠️⋆ ୭ 🖤 .⋆｡⋆༶⋆˙⊹ ❝ 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 ❞ Started: 06.18.22 Published: Finished: -

A short one-shot creepypasta I wrote a while ago, hope you like it and let me know if I should write more one-shots like this one!

How do you kill an immortal? With magic that has seen life and death. With magic that has never been discovered before. With magic so out of control, so powerful, so volatile that it can fight anything else. Forbidden magic, of course. Almost sixteen years ago, a magical artefact was stolen and three people eluded Death. One of them had been tracked down and killed- another lived a quiet life, unnoticed by death. It would have been fine if the last had done the same, lived their life quietly to the end of their days. But it just so happened that they were the one of the three that had never been good. And the only one that was truly immortal. And so when Blake and Aster are settled down for some time away from death, away from reaping, to recover from the events of last year, they are surprised to find Arielle, sobbing, as her mother lay on the ground, dead. Who had done it? Why? And will they act quick enough to stop it from happening to them, too? I don't just want to elude death. I want to conquer it.

I don't have to tell you about to me say I'm not normal. I don't even have to say my name. Just take my hand, and let me show you to the looking-glass. Look inside, and you'll see. I'm sixteen years old. I spend my life more with the dead than the living. And my father- why, my father is the Grim Reaper. Blakely knew from when she was born that she wouldn't lead a life that was ordinary. But even her unorthodox path took a turn when she met the half-angel, Arielle, whose soul had resisted her reaping. After being turned mortal, she is forced on a quest to discover her past: her heritage, her father's lies, and the true reason her brother ran away from home. Foes unite and secrets are spilled in a quest for the truth, and family are reunited and broken apart. But, when it counts, will Blakely make the right decision? This was the angel's true form, I knew; so pure that it was deadly to behold. "You won't have me, Blakely. You'll never have me."

Where two lines don't merge into one, but instead become parallel lines to support each other, going in the same direction. Two separate entities, both fine, on their own, but better together. -Doobydobap I know I'm not human, but apart from that my life seems mundane. Get the reaping done. Be nice to Levy; don't wake up Mum. Talk to Aster and Blake, if they come over. Go to bed. But things are changing. People change. And I seem to just be the same. And now it feels like I'm alone in everything I do, even as a twin. And all the while, people are still changing. One of them is desperately sick but doesn't know it. One of them is half dead- literally and metaphorically. One of them I thought I knew more than myself for my whole life, but now I feel like they're a different person. There doesn't have to be a bad guy for there to be a wild story.

'All it takes to consult the dead is a pen, some paper, and a secret you've never told anyone else' Hana is the daughter of death, a hereditary position that has existed for as long as mankind has. She lives through each day with the caw of ravens in the background, until one day, they're gone. Her mother, the current death too. People stop dying, and the world is close to chaos. Then, a boy, the apprentice of the postman, with the last raven on his shoulder appears, and asks for her help to restore the world. Can she save all mankind, and restore the ravens to the world, or will she be forced to become the next reaper of souls?

In the frozen corners of Midgard, where the gods dare not tread and the dead do not rest, a girl is born of death itself. Völundra-daughter of a mortal seer and a forgotten god of the underworld-has lived her life hidden in the shadows of prophecy. With one eye glowing like violet fire and a blade carved from a Jotunn's frozen heart, she is both curse and weapon. She can whisper a name and still a heartbeat, twist fate with a glance, or vanish between realms like a ghost of war. When her village is slaughtered by creatures sent from Odin himself, she is left holding her mother's lifeless body... and the weight of a legacy she never asked for. But fate does not wait. And neither does Kratos, the Ghost of Sparta, nor his son Atreus, who find her in the aftermath-alive, dangerous, and hunted. Together, their paths tangle in a storm of secrets, blood, and gods long buried. As ancient powers stir and Hel's cold hand reaches from beneath the snow, Völundra must choose: Will she embrace the death within her... or rewrite the fate she was born to destroy?

Violette Belladonna Peverell. Theodore Nott. Violette some abandoned Orphan ended up being adopted by Alphard Black. Dumbledore was the one who insisted. Violette was born on 'July' 28. Of course Dumbledore had to do that. Though Violette had a heart full of hatred for that old hag. Her life gets more worse when she started Hogwarts. And now is being supervised by Theodore Nott. Another idiot on her hate list. Trigger Warnings. Blood Gore Abuse SA SH Don't own any of the Characters. all pictures from Pinterest.