Deathandlife Stories

This is the story of Hikari Hyuga, the youngest child of Hizashi Hyuga, and how a boy who had his eyes, his fate, and his very future taken from him would go on to win it all back and change not just his clan, but the entire world. This is a story of severed eyes, severed potential, and severed fates.

Put simply, life began to change for the explosive student of class 2-A and UA. With the reveal of a new ability that he obtained unknowingly, the girls of class My hero academia find themselves setting their sights on Bakugo Katsuki, who now has to face a whole new realm of experiences that open up a side of him. A side which he can't seem to hate. Now facing a new threat and having to understand more about the new pounding of his heart , Bakugo begins the journey of acceptance , desire and a lot of new relationships. Lemons? Fluffs? Fight scenes? You want it? It's you'res my friend. Alright with that out of the way I started this like two years ago , this year making it three. And I'm glad that it's gone as far as it has. With MHA now having officially run its course I can continue this fanfic without worrying about continuity shit and just focus on making this story play out how I want it to. Fuck it I might bring characters that are dead and see what reaction I can get outta y'all. Enjoy the book , I'll upload whenever the fuck inspiration hits , and I'll be reading you're comments and relishing in the warmth of you lot enjoying the story.

𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚, 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞, 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐜𝐚𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐫, 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐩, 𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦. " 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: Shadow milk and other cookies related in game are not mine, the only cookies are mine is the protagonist and antagonist

We all know Adam died in Season One, but is that really the end of the story? What if Lute and Adam were in love and were separated by the great divide? What if Sera has a soft spot for Adam? What if Emily falls into the great pits? Read more to find out!

Harry Potter has a younger sister he does not know about in this story but her father is someone you won't expect Yes, she is Lilly Potter's and James Potter's daughter but in her blood is something no one in the Wizarding world ever even heard about. She has patterns all over her body which she tries her best to hide and powers that show she comes from a darker side. Join in her journey and find out about the half blood witch and half blood demon goddess, Percy Jackson might be there too but to find out is up to you

Before kingdoms rose. Before magic was divided. Before the Stars themselves decided who would live and who would die. Elio, a mortal man of brilliance and heart, and Sophia, the Angel of Music, shared six years of quiet wonder. Together, they built a life full of warmth, creation, and devotion-until betrayal tore it apart. When Elio was assassinated at the hands of Acturus, the North Star, under the command of the Ether, Sophia was forced into a marriage that would ripple through time, binding angels and stars in uneasy alliance. From that union came four children who would change the course of history forever. Tatiana, the firstborn, could sing before she could talk and dance before she could walk. Destined to lead in spirit, if not by title, she would one day found a kingdom of music-but first, she must survive the harshness of her own hands and the cruelties of war that would leave scars deeper than the body. Isaiah, calm and devout, devoted himself to angels and their sacred law. But even the most faithful heart can be tested, and devotion can twist into obsession, driving a wedge between love, duty, and family. Lyric, marked by trauma and near death, discovered that words could heal what hands could not. Guarded yet kind, she learned to channel grief into prose, giving voice to the suffering of her people and finding light in the darkest moments. Rhian, the youngest, was different from the rest-no powers, only curiosity, and a mind determined to unravel the truths the angels preferred to hide. Science was his sanctuary, his rebellion, and his weapon in a world ruled by the unseen and the divine. Together, the Wyrd siblings navigate faith and magic, art and invention, loyalty and rebellion. Each carries the weight of their parents' love, the shadow of their father's death, and the impossible expectation to survive in a world that demands perfection, obedience, and power. That was then. It leads to now.

Daryl Dixon x OC Slowburn TWD The world died slow, and the people left behind learned to die slower. Averly Jane Sparrow already knows how. She moves through the ruins like bracken, quiet, brittle, easily brushed aside until it cuts you open. Most people do not notice the danger until they are bleeding. Daryl notices. Not the softness. Not the quiet. He notices the way she never misses a detail, the way her stubbornness keeps her alive when common sense says she should not be here. He notices the steel beneath her skin. He calls her Sparrow, low and rough, like naming something that should not exist in a place this cruel. Not delicate. Not harmless. Just small enough to slip between the cracks and sharp enough to survive in them. They do not trust each other at first. She resents his bluntness and his quiet authority. He is impatient with her caution and cleverness. Side by side, they navigate the rot with a fragile, silent understanding. He kills what gets too close. She sees the threats before they move. Hunter and hawk. Bolt and bracken. The world will chew them up if they are not careful, and the deeper they go into the dark, the harder it becomes to tell who is keeping whom alive. They clash, they resist, yet fate refuses to let them part. The dead drive them together, the world forces them to lean on each other, and every narrow escape only binds them tighter.

If only I was born with a golden spoon,my life would have been so much better,I won't be looked down on and no one would ever dare throw me scorns.Just a month ago,I was brought to the hospital.The hospital was my beginning.... "Question three" He leaned in as if this one mattered most. "What's the real identity of the new cook at the house?" The room tightened.The men straightened imperceptibly.The seconds on his watch tracked off like a slowly cutting rope.I felt Sua's face flash behind my eyes,the way she'd looked on the floor and i felt my father's approval like a tongue along a wound. I knew what he wanted.The truth I'd kept at the back of my head and tried not to name. I swallowed. "You lie for her" Somewhere in the room,the sound of metal being cocked snapped like a verdict.I saw one of the men lift the gun.It was a small and discreet.I lunged forward uselessly, but hands pinned my arms to my sides again.My shout was swallowed by the room. The shot cut the air.I heard Sua's scream which tore across the corridor and then she hit with a sound that made something inside me hollow out.Her body folded and slumped in a way that seemed to slow down,each motion was like a betrayal of hope. I dropped to my knees beside her,my hands fumbled at her collar,at the blood and the fabric,at any sign of life.There was none to find.Her face which was the face I loved,was still,featured slack in a way that made my stomach fold in on itself.I cupped her cheek and it was colder than it should have been.The breath I wanted to give her came out as a soundless,broken thing. Behind me,the men moved away.Dad's voice reached me. "Remember the game,son" He said.But his words were meant for a different future.I pressed my forehead to hers until my tears mixed with the dust and the awful, permanent stillness and the only thing I could think to ask the air was why. . . . READ FOR FULL DETAILS!!!

[I do not use AI] Unexplainable and addictive machines, unique post-apocalyptic universes, the occasional poem, or dive into what makes us human. This book is a growing collection of short stories, including an array of topics and themes. Enjoy! [New stories are usually posted every week]

"I hereby condemn you to suffer the rest of eternity in hell." /\•/\•/\•/\ Victoria had always dreamed about finding her mate, and she did find him, although, he wasn't the kind of man she had been expecting. She thought that her life has just begun, not knowing that it was coming to an end. But why? §•§•§•§•§ It's not the best out there but please give it a shot. *** I DON'T OWN ANY PICTURES USED IN THIS BOOK. I FOUND THEM ALL ONLINE. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE ACTUAL MAKER OF THE IMAGES.***

He has her name written or engraved on his heart-emotionally he still loves her deeply, even though she's gone. Her memory, love or presence is permanently imprinted on his heart, as if her name craved for there. and Ananya, she never meant to fall for him not when his heart belonged to someone gone. but love doesn't ask for permission-it just happen, even when it shouldn't. Two souls, one still trapped in yesterday and one loving enough to stay anyway. This is not the story about love-it's about loving what was never meant to be yours

!!! Editing is officially done, I will be updating a lot more please tell me what you think happy reading🫶🏻!!!!!!! Have you ever heard of the mafia families? Or even the men that are in them? Some of the finest looking men but don't get too close or you'll end up for auction, for one of these extremely dangerous bidders to take you home, and call you theirs forever. Unless your lucky enough to encounter a few of them out of all to not be like their father's. Landon Alvarez, Anthony Moretti, Dante DeLuka, Tristian Grecco, and Westley Adami. Some say they could change mafia forever but others don't bat an eye. There are 5 family's. The Alvarez's , the Moretti's, the DeLuka's, the Adami's and the Greeco's. All five families are not all allies to one another and the Alvarez family runs it all. Most of the bosses have fallen and left their eldest sons behind to take care of their share. They aren't afraid to kill even innocents, blood on their hands is all they know. When it comes to blood, blood is blood no matter what. But mafia isn't always about killing, sometimes it's about family or the ones your care about most. Sometimes it's about love and with love there's heart break. Most of all it's about how you carry yourself even after you've lost everything. ;)) keep reading to find more juicy details out! And if you have suggestions I would gladly take them in my comments

"Loving you feels like a risk I can't stop taking, even when my heart knows better." ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹ ⋆.𐙚 ̊ Percy Jackson has just arrived at Camp Half-Blood when he meets Kiana Valentina Ortiz, a girl who's smart, funny, and completely unexpected. What starts as friendship slowly turns into something deeper, as they laugh, face challenges, and discover a bond neither saw coming.

Who am I? What am I? How much of me is still me? Who is ME?

The Cold Place is a chilling collection of horror stories that delve into the darkest corners of human experience. From vengeful spirits to tragic fates, each tale explores death, loss, and the consequences of choices made in desperation. Perfect for readers who crave suspense, terror, and stories that linger long after the last page is turned. FLASH FICTION/SHORT STORY COLLECTION WARNING!!!! Some stories may be upsetting to some readers.

Do you ever think that you could have already died and right now you're just living through your memories, like your life flashing before your life. Well what would happen if you realize that mid way through it. Do you died right there and then or will you continue living your life until the moment you had died.

❦︎ 𝕬 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕; 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎, 𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒚.❦︎ ᥫ᭡. ❝ 𝕴 think love is for fairytales. A figment of dreams.❞ I traced the stitches on my hand, wishing it were hers. "How do you know those dreams can't come true?" she asked. "Someone like me wasn't made to be loved." She studied me as though she could see through the shadows I hid behind. "If your heart can feel love," her voice floated through a breeze, "then it isn't beyond being loved. You only have to let someone try." ❦︎ 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ❦︎ ★ 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐢𝐧 (The Book) ★ #𝟏 In creatures - Nov 2025 #𝟏𝟔 In deathandlife - Nov 2025

𝟏𝟖+ {Albrecht Stein x Reader} 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔦𝔪𝔭𝔩𝔶 𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔡𝔶 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 ❝The word »Father« rotted in my mouth.❞ In which the elite school Napola opens a wing for girls who are bound to fight in war. ✩°｡ 🗡𓏲⋆. 📜𖦹 ₊˚ 1st#albrecht🏅 1st#stein🏅 chapters probably every Sunday!

Just for a little moment everything were perfect, will it ever feel perfect again?

My childhood friend is dead. And yet he keeps showing up at my apartment. At first, it's terrifying, but the more he visits, the more real he feels. Until I start wondering... who's really still alive?