Lesser Stories

A dream I once had about a battle between three powerful opponents, Ahiga the Star Goblin, Camira the Wind Witch and Daivat, the Diamond Ogre. Who knows if it'll be finished, or has an end.

Nahida sits on her mother's lap, Scaramouche. ''Mommy!'' She loves sitting on her mother's lap so much, it was soft and fluffy. Nahida's dad Kazuha, went missing after the Inazuma war, so she had no news on him. But she remembered that her mom and dad fought before the Inazuma war. Kazuha abused Scaramouche that day, so she was very traumatized. Nahida looked at her mom and shook the thoughts off, but the pain and abuse Kazuha gave to them was still there in their heart and mind. ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ғᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ

Bruno is a special person. With extraordinary powers beyond the limits of time and space. People like him are seen as inhuman creatures, 'Lessers'. His kind are the most hated people in the world, this hate devourers him from the inside out. In this world full of hate, the hope of the hated is stronger than hate itself. Read as Bruno proves to the world in this adventurous, dark tale, that maybe lesser can be more.

It was like the light of the moon. A beautiful and graceful beam that reveals the true colors of perfection. Like a veil it cast over the landscapes, and filled the world with a jeweled glimmer of darkness. So beautiful. So perfect. Yet no one saw it, for it only appeared at night, when they were sleeping. All they saw was the bright and burning sun in their face.

It's terrible day in the underground. Monsters are screaming. Houses are burning. On days like these- Monsters like me. Fight for NOTHING.

I am a Lesser. I have been for three years, yet I'm alive! Amazing, right? How can someone who isn't exactly like everyone else survive for that long? I don't know, but I have. Who knows how long I'll keep it up...

They think war is done, but even more violence arrives. It is Pan and Lesser's mission to stop that war. But something mysterious goes on between those two. Find out more in this story! Stay tuned.

old file I made

"Should this be the last thing that I see, I want you to know it's enough for me; Cause all that you are is all that I'll ever need"

"Great men are born in fire, it is the duty of lesser men to light the flames. No matter the cost." - The Doctor (Day of the Doctor) A Rosewick fanfic about the day Roman dies. Kinda deep. Little backstory. Little real Rosewick. Sorry yall, I had fun writing it though

"Hello," I said to the people grouped around me. "My name is Addison Michals, I am seventeen and attend monté high.I am a cheerleader and volleyball player, I live in the wealthier part of town and have one actual friend.I live with my Gran.By actual I mean one that cares about how I end up and one who knows about me and what I can do. There's no name for someone like me, or anyone else who's like me in fact. I can't die, I can't feel pain and I can't get hurt." I said to the people sitting in their chairs, forming a circle. I am joining a support group. " I met this guy and I think I might like him but I'm not to sure tho-" I started but was quickly interrupted by a boy of the age 16. "What do you mean you can't die everyone can, I think you need to be taken to a funny farm if you seriously think that," he said. I grinned at his pointless words. If I had a quarter for every time someone said that I wouldn't be broke. "If you want I could prove it?" I said and pulled out a knife.

Welcome to my art book! This book holds art from when I first started to really put effort into drawing to current day, which currently holds roughly 4 years of development. Because of this, I recommend that you skip to some of the most recent chapters. If anyone asks me to make a new book to separate the old from the new, I will. I spend most of my time writing, not drawing, because I'm better at it and I've always got a book that I need to finish. Art, however, is just a bunch of doodles that I draw, mostly of Fantasma. So... that's what you can expect from me XD

I'm too lazy to write a description so see for yourself