False Stories

Hermitcraft oneshots :) !Requests are closed! (I haven't been writing a lot lately... :( To be clear I have no idea what I'm doing T-T Disclaimer: Most chapters are Grian-centric. But there are chapters about other hermits :D

Do you like Hermitcraft? Do you like Third Life? Do you like Empires SMP? Then you're in the right spot! Here you'll find oneshots, AUs, and more!

"You cant hide &#$@% I'll always be with you" (Cover is mine)

It's a new year at UA and the Hermits, being born into the world of MHA must now take thier chances to become the number 1 hero. i do not own the Hermits, they are thier own people, so no ships, this is Hermits in MHA. and Watcher!Grian is not a thing. Plus, Cover is by Indigosilver and LunyaVioletBlue! Go check out Indigo's Camp Hermit Blood series! As well as Lunya's great works. Tell them how amazing they are in the comments please!

Warning! This contains some hurtful opinions on the types of WattPad users. Read at your own risk.

The Hermits going about their daily life when some of them find strange items that they can wear and choose to do so. A new Hermit appears and he seems to have amnesia and doesn't know or remember anything about himself nor how he got access to their world. Now he has to live in a new world with no memories and a strange red and blue wristband that he refuses to take of for some strange reason. One night while he sleeps, he enters The Grayscale World, a mystery dimension that looks exactly like the Hermitcraft world, except everything's in a gray color scheme, and finds a ghost figure who happens to know him but refuses to tell him anything about him. Cover Image made by Peregrine234 ♡ Rankings: #31 in impluse 8/14/2020 #76 in false 8/22/2020 #35 in false 8/26/2020 #55 in taurtis 9/4/2020 #21 in taurtis 9/21/2020

Elizabeth and Nate have been best friends for as long as they can remember. They were inseparable and did everything together. But that all changed once they started high school. Nate instantly became part of the 'It' group while Elizabeth wasnt looked at once. But what happens when the new boy, Chase, takes a sudden interest in Lizzie? Will hidden feelings finally come out? Or will they stay hidden forever?

A historical fiction play about Henry VIII's wives in heaven and their antics

Just how stable is existence, is our science? How much do we truly know. As humans. But, am I human? yes, at least I was. Or maybe I wasn't. Just what is the purpose of us existing? Is there a purpose at all? Well, those questions were never answered. At least, not until I saw the truth. Of this world and all the others. It may be ugly, it may not. But oh well. Let us begin the conquest, shall we. Both the title, Description, and cover art may change. WARNING: This story is very complex so if your searching for a lightweight not to much lore or complexity in the story, this not for you. Every Single sentence, and I mean every single one has a deeper mean although their importance to the plot may vary. Furthermore, they may be some things that may be seen as offensive, in which if you feel easily offended, read with hesitance. No attacks on any sort of belief of any kind is intentional.

Just a bunch of hermitcraft oneshots. No shipping or smut, maybe minor cursing.

"The strange figure fell out of the misshapen portal. it sat for a moment, disheveled after what had just occurred. others began appearing around it, curious of the new face. The figure was preparing to attack, but quickly realized at this state, it was weaker then the others. It got up and happily greeted them, hoping they didn't notice the bloodstains on its clothing."

Hey! Welcome to the pile where i put my oneshots, au's, artworks and other dumb stuff. I can write Platonic or Romantic, Fluff or Angst, I like writing angst more though! The ships here are all their minecraft personas. blah blah filler text stick around, i guess? RANKING #6 Scar (4/6/20)

How are we defined by others, except by that which we wear, the features that imprint us onto others' memories, our highest achievements and most crushing failures? Eyes like the oldest oceans, worn and weathered, a glint of mischief still lurking within, shadowed at times by the darkest of storms, flashing intermittently with the fiercest of passion, rage, white fire from the heavens. A simple word to define their color is not only an impossibility, it is an injustice to their bearer. Does it seem fitting that philosophy should perhaps be that to which we resort when faced with the end of what we know, before the beginning of that which we cannot imagine? Here, wherever I am, intangible, undefined, conscious thought does not follow a set path with which to follow. Ripples of reflections spread outward, tapering off into nothingness. Beginning and ending has no meaning here, it either is, or it isn't.

Corruption in church

**Sequel to The Alpha's Claim** "Damien, we're in public," I blushed, glancing around. "So?" he said, swirling his tongue on the mark on my neck. "You kissed me first." My body erupted in tingles, and I almost lost my balance. "Damien," I protested again. "Stop." He leaned his head back but didn't lose his grip on me. In fact, he readjusted to keep a firm grip. He slowly pulled my hips against his. "Look at me, dove," he said lowly. I glanced up and saw his dark green eyes flickering gold. They were mesmerizing. Slowly, Damien maneuvered me against the stone wall of the castle. He pinned my hips against the wall with his own. My body flushed with pleasure as our eye contact deepened; we were locked in each other's stares. Damien suddenly lurched forward and trapped my lips with his own. His hands went to my neck, and he cupped my face roughly. "I don't want you talking to Elijah," Damien said as he leaned back to take a breath. My head was swimming. All I wanted was more of Damien. "I don't want you alone with anyone except Berry." "But why?" I asked, leaning in for more. His right hand moved from cupping my face lovingly to gripping my throat subtly. His eyes froze in anger and I stiffened. "Because I don't trust a damn soul here," he said lowly into my ear. "And I am here to protect you. Understood?" he said. The pressure on his thumb began to increase. His eyes were demanding my submission.

Four cousins, one strange phone, one person missing, one night, mystery to solve, who would win? Is everything Four cousins see is true? What happens when truth comes out? Find out with me!

[DISCONTINUED AND OLD] LMAO Okay, ships will be platonic and parental. Anyway, head-cannons can be suggestions, same with ships and plots. There might be occassional crack/incorrect quote chapters. P l e a s e d o n' t s e n d r e q u e s t s r n .

I was never one to believe in dreams. I never remembered them. To me, they were baseless-pointless-merely illusions, you see. But I soon realized, that I only ever thought so, because I always forgot them before I even remembered them. I always forgot my dreams even while I was in one. ____ Three dreams. Three Lives. One Dreamer. Hazen was different. In a world of witches, she was born a twin-but only by accident. A child who stole strength in the womb. Her limbs brimmed with power, while her sister's heart beat too faintly. Rina, the beloved twin, healed with the touch of her fingers, breathed life into herbs with the songs in her throat- but she was always too soft. Too fragile. And when the world silently wished her stronger, Hazen did what they all hoped. She gave it all back. Yet, as the days rolled on, as her fate crept closer, Hazen asked for just one miracle of her own. She wished to dream. ___ Cover by me.

DO IT AGAIN REPEAT NOT WORTH IT LIES, ALL LIES THIS IS YOUR FAULT YOU PROMISED THEM YOUR DAYS ARE NUMBERED YOU'RE A FAILURE ... Try harder Do it better It's not enough Once more ... i'm sorry i know I can't do it but there are people who love me right? No No one loves a failure -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- !!!Warning!!! This short story contains sensitive topics. Read at your own risk

Roman grew up in an orphanage his whole life, living out his days until he was a legal adult. When he turned 18, everything seemed to change. Roman's entire life was nothing more than lie, but who is responsible?