Heinrich Stories

1 Island, 10 people. A murder takes place. Who can you trust? Join me in discovering who kills who. None of the Covers and pictures belong to me unless I mention.

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occult ww2 era cdn pm william lyon mackenzie king's group vs heinrichhimmler & the ss - title undecided as of yet

Dies ist eine Geschichte über Doktor Heinrich Faust. Allerdings ist es nicht als langweilige Tragödie von Johann Wolfgang von Goethe geschrieben, sondern als ein Märchen. Die Inhalte des Buches von Goethe sind zum Großteil gleich, aber ein paar Dinge mussten natürlich abgeändert werden. Ich hoffe euch gefällt die Idee und die Geschichte! Viel Spaß beim Lesen!

Heinrich invited cuza and rodrick to a sleepover at his house but things start happiening read to find out

"I-I have to go..."I stuttured. "No you don't, you know how much you mean to me Bri how can I let you go?" He looked at me pleadingly with those beautiful orbs which always got me mesmerized "I don't trust anyone after what Jax did, I-I can't trust you Heinrich, I am scared" I replied not totally believing what I just said. I start to turn around to exit the room but he grabs my wrist suddenly as he pulls me flush against him. You are the only girl I have and will ever love,you make me feel things I have never felt before,i am incomplete without you Bri and I love you more than you could ever imagine,I am not and will never be like Jax. He states in a rush which leaves him breathless. I gaze at him unable to utter a single word. There was so much sincerity in his tone and I can't deny it. My eyes wander to his lips and in a swift motion I crash my lips against his. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Enjoy the journey of love,drama, and lust and let's not forget the cringe with Brianna as she goes through a heartbreak, she finds a hot billionaire and the magic begins

"I was born with a soul that is way too sensitive for this cold and ugly world, I have always felt things deeply and differently than most people. That has always been My BLESSING and My CURSE." Si Heinrich Blaz Alvar ay isang simpleng studyante. Siya yung tipo ng lalakeng dinanas lahat ng pagsubok sa buhay. Ngunit hindi pa doon nagtatapos ang problemang kanyang haharapin. May mas mahirap na pagsubok pang darating sa buhay niya na hindi niya inasahan. Paano kung ang isang tulad niya ay mapadpad sa lugar na kahit kailan hindi niya pinaniwalaan, na tanging sa libro niya lang ito nabasa. Samahan natin si Heinrich Blaz Alvar sa kanyang paglalakbay. Welcome to Exousía Academy

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, trouble was brewing. The throne had been seized by a sorceress, who had bewitched the king into an everlasting sleep so that she could do as she pleased, and the people had turned to the ways of witchcraft, led astray from faith and from God. From all the world, there came beasts and monsters, drawn by the pull of evil. It was only a matter of time until evil found its way out.

My latest book "The Watch" is now being posted on WattPad, chapter by chapter. This is a published work and "A Portrait of Elga" is my next novel - a horror story that reveals the true history of the vampyres. You see, the image of the Vampire (yes there is a difference in the spelling) as a semi-dead, coffin-boxed creature with fangs that can be killed by a stake through the heart, is an invention. The Vampyres invented it. It is a distraction, something to turn you away from the truth. The truth? It begins somewhere in darkest Africa. The Goddess of the Moon, the first vampyre of recorded history, came from the cradle of creation into ancient Egypt to give birth to the Scorpion King, the first Pharaoh. Their kind spread north into Europe to feed upon the burgeoning populations of the humans. Like the Vampyres, humans share the most vital, the most sacred and the most spiritually powerful essence of all life--blood. Only those humans with a deep understanding of the occult fully appreciate the power of blood. This one understanding, for example, was the power behind the Nazi Reich. Now the true Vampyres are revealed in a tale that travels from the Upper Nile millennia ago to the streets of San Francisco in our modern age. Steven Lupul is a graduate of Yale's fine arts program. He barely knew his father, a distant memory last remembered when his uncle brought him to America from Romania. Memories have a way of coming back to haunt us. Some of them linger in the darkest caverns of our forgotten past, deep in the mind where they wait. Waiting for the trigger that brings them forth, the one moment when they may save us. Or destroy us completely. It is said that race memory resides in the blood.