histórias de Malus

Sar city lies bewildered. Their super hero esque protectors known as the Heirs was defeated by a man who escaped from the Sar mental Asylum mere hours before. The man, known only as Skull has struck fear into everyone in the city, even the Heirs. Skull dissappeared shortly after, with the two spectral figures that aided him in his robbery of the Sar city bank. Since then the Heirs have retreated back to lick their wounds. In response to this the city has been in an uproar. No one goes out at night except for criminals and all kinds of looters while Agency soldiers in black vans drag suspected looters away in broad daylight. It didn't take much from here to turn the whole city into a warzone. Now gangs prowl the streets looting and assaulting everything in their path, every night the police set up checkpoints to try and protect the more heavily populated areas of Sar city but even so many innocents have already died. Meanwhile, the worlds first true supervillain, Conduct sits back and basks in the chaos, knowing full well that his time to strike is coming.

What would you go through for love... and freedom? Bellatrix Byrn was searching for escape from her own personal prison, and she finds it in the most unusual of people. That is, if Aaron could even be considered a person. Meeting for the first time, Aaron feels a strange connection to this beautiful girl, and steals her away, putting her in his protection - and the darkness his world entails. This story is on hold while I finish another story. Please feel free to read, but know that it is not finished. Sorry. I will try to finish it as soon as the other story is finished. To everyone who has read it so far, or wants to read it now, thanks!

A brave traveler from a distant land has come for a wish but has to pay a heavy price for it.

I really wanted to read a bunch of MalusxCarrie fanfic, but was having a hard time finding that many so I decided to try my hand at one. A little spontaneous Halloween writing. :) Enjoy P.s. I like going back and editing consistently so some small details may change and other parts might be added

They have come for us. We didn't believe they were out there. But they were. We should have prepared. We should have looked further. We should have found some trace of them. We have now, but it is too late. They are here. They will not give up. We are losing the war. Us humans are giving up. Our race is backing down. But I won't. I won't give up without a fight. I will take charge. And I will win. I will come out on top. They don't belong here. I belong here. They will not take my home away from me. The rest of humanity is all up to me. And I will win.

Some stories deserve to be told. Others deserve to be told well. Eons ago the Earth was home to a race of beings known as Elementals. Capable of harnessing the elements of the natural world with a wave of their hands, the Elementals were the undoubted masters of their world, until a cataclysmic schism with a group of outcast Elementals known as the Malus brought their ancient civilisation crashing down. In a last desperate attempt, the greatest minds of the Elementals decided to make one last attempt to preserve their people, by sealing a number of the most talented youths still alive in their dwindling communities. Millions of years later, these last few Elementals, the Heirs to the Elements emerge from their Stasis Pods one by one and emerge into a new, alien world. And that world is about to be shaken to its core.

Welcome back to hell -- school, I mean. It's gonna be another year of roller coasters and ups and downs for me. But there's someone new who catches my interest this year. Come with me as I go through the days slowly finding out about THAT BOY.