Historias de Hags

A love that they've lost years after being married to each other led to divorce. Freedom must've been the best way to describe the situation but the strings tied onto them were tighter than they thought. It's more than just the paper they signed, but the love that just keeps on growing back, they just didn't realize until too late. Given their circumstances, will they give each other fertilizer to grow in a much richer soil than before?

What if the horcrux in Harry's scar hadn't quite been as contained by the Blood Wards as Dumbledore planned. Rather than twisting Harry's personality, it darkened his aura. And the dark creatures of the magical world really liked that aura. Gee. Sucks to be a Dark Lord trying to make your comeback.

The last day of school is approaching fast for Smith, after which he is to be pulled out of education by his guardians to join the inner circles of the family business, a task he doesn't relish. This is because his guardians are a coven of hags, who use Smith as the face of their operations, controlling every aspect of his life in the process, though loaning him a sliver of their magic in exchange. On the last day of school, Smith is approached by a stranger whom the hags task him to investigate and infiltrate to find a powerful magical item they have long since desired. To do this, Smith embroils himself in the strangers' own business, hunting the monster known as The Bone Reaver which has preyed on mortals for decades, while also learning what he can of this magic item. However, is Smith truly the master of his own destiny, or is he just a pawn in a much larger game?

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

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

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

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

A short story

Ethan is an average middle schoolboy. His life goes on as usual until he decides to purchase a notebook which happens to be magical. A dragon is released into the world, and Ethan finds himself in the middle of an adventure.

work in progress.

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...

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..."

♧ ♧ ♧ 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😉

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.

Waiting for my day to come 🙌

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

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

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