Hags cerita

Waiting for my day to come 🙌

who new the world would be so cool until you've been trick out of you mind

A few words send Teller into deep - and swampy - trouble! This is one of the Tales of Teller. Travel is the life of a minstrel and, as any good minstrel does, Teller-of-Tails goes about it in his own style! Everyone knows the new minstrel when they see a belt full of furry tails and a wild hairdo. All Teller wishes to do is reach the north shore, find the Fates, and ask his question but things keep going wrong. Teller-of-Tails finds his patience tested when a group of acrobats comes to town and steals his show. When his talent comes into question Teller is only too happy to prove himself. Walking a roof doesn't seem so hard until he meets the owner...

work in progress.

This is a continuation of the official "Haganezuka Hotaru's Matchmaking Session" novel that was written by Gotouge

An orphanage is run by monsters, and only one boy knows. He must face these creatures if he and his friends are to survive.

Shell cast a spell on you....dont make her mad.

Some hags could rewire a person's mind entirely, and truly transform them into a different person - mindcrafting. Melissa wondered if she'd ever be as great as Shinjara, the greatest mindcrafter of all time. But her whole world was shaken when she met Aubrey, a young human girl who had walked into the forests of Haghorn hoping to make a deal with the hags.

Wysteria had been infected by a horrible disease called the Deterioration. Whoever is infected with it becomes a disgusting monster, a zombie. In Night Cape, the poorest and hardest hit place in Wysteria, Angie is trying her best to help D.E.A.T.H. in finding the Nytroxen, the only cure to the horrible disease. But is it even worth finding when she has nothing left?

The old hag grinned. It was an unpleasant sort of grin. A yellow-toothed, wizened, knowing sort of grin. It was the type of grin that, normally, made any travellers to cross her path cross on the other side of the path. Unfortunately, the two travellers today did not have such an option. They were tired, and it was dark, and they had already stopped for the night. They didn't know the old hag meant them no harm. They didn't know she only wanted to tell them a story. The old hag glanced at one of the several watches on her bony, wrinkled wrist... and sighed. "I'll have to cancel my next appointment." She looked at the still-frozen pair, the flickering firelight illuminating her beady black eyes. "There's a knight who cheated his quest, see," she said, in a rather normal voice. One of her companions started. In surprise? Fear? Who knew. "Ah well, it can't be avoided, I suppose." She sat, slowly, on the nearest log which had been pulled up to the fire. The hood of her black cloak fell to her shoulders, revealing patches of limp, grey hair and a sunken-in face. One of the campers shifted uncomfortably. "Oh really, do sit. We have a long night ahead of us." "You-you're-you're a..." one of the campers stuttered. The hag looked at him, waiting. She knew what was coming. Then again, she always knew what was coming. It was just that some version of this moment happened every time, and she'd come to expect it. "You're a hag!" "I am not," she corrected sharply, "a hag. I am a seer. Now sit. You're being rude, and I'm already running late." She shook her arm, and her several watches all rattled and clanked. The campers sat, as one did when lectured about manners by an all-powerful seer. The seer nodded, satisfied, then she spoke. Her voice was different this time. Raspier. Drier, like sand on a cliffside. "Princess Ariabelle Tatiana," she began, for her confused but attentive audience, "was no ordinary princess..."

SEVEN YEARS OLD Once I was seven years old, my mama told me, "Go make yourself some friends or you'll be lonely." Once I was seven years old It was a big big world, but we thought we were bigger Pushing each other to the limits, we were learning quicker By eleven smoking herb and drinking burning liquor Never rich so we were out to make that steady figure Once I was eleven years old, my daddy told me, "Go get yourself a wife or you'll be lonely." Once I was eleven years old I always had that dream, like my daddy before me So I started writing songs, I started writing stories Something about that glory just always seemed to bore me 'Cause only those I really love will ever really know me Once I was twenty years old, my story got told Once I was twenty years old

Good Book Good Story

A short story

Would it be cool if garroth hade a sister it would change the story completely

♧ ♧ ♧ He walks at night devouring who he pleases the people fear him they call him a blood sucker a shape shifter..... but he's worse .....Quan Hades He's a cursed demi god .... cursed for eternity But he's found a way to control it.......well that's until she came........ ♧ ♧ ♧ Lisa Moonroe young beautiful full of joy optimistic always believed that you should never give up . Her little cousin born with a heart disease is dying she travels by ship to find money for him..... but she fell into the deep dark sea and no one noticed. Then he came ...... he saved her "What's that scent",said Quan "I don't understand " she said "it's you..... (inhales deeply) I'm addicted to it" Read the story to find out what sparks will ignite between The cursed demigod and the young optimistic girl 😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁 Please read😉

Five girls go on a walk at night and have run into a complete and utter crisis will they all survive or will they be knocking on deaths door

This is when a certain sponge got lost in a car accident but his parrents die.