Narratives Stories

Trapped in the body of Arlon Throndsen, the feared antagonist of The Seventh War, Shin must navigate a perilous world of betrayal, death, and secrets untold. Guided by a mysterious golden screen that predicts events moments before they occur, Shin uncovers truths about the world-and Arlon-that were never part of the story. As he struggles to rewrite the villain's fate, Shin faces an impossible question: Can he escape Arlon's tragic end, or is he doomed to lose everything, no matter what he does? The Antagonist's Narrator (TAN), is my original work. I first published it on Webnovel before moving to Wattpad due to engagement issues. Any other uploads of this story on different platforms that are not under my name are unauthorized. (February 5, 2025)

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The cataclysmic power surge released during the final battle acted as a beacon, broadcasting across all reality and attracting ambitious new threats from the darkest corners of the infinite multiverses. They now see a multiverse seemingly ripe for the taking. But standing in their way is Shadow King Kyle and his allies, who have worked tirelessly to rebuild their fractured universe. Now, they must unite once more to defend everything they've built against an enemy more ruthless than any they have faced before. The peace was hard-won, but the price of keeping it may be more than Kyle is prepared to pay.

Medha Pineapple-Lover is an academically exceeding 7th grader who does not like pineapples (Minus pineapple candy). One day she gets an invitation to The Peer Tutoring Club, and of course she accepts this invitation usually only given to people from 8-12th grade. But, let's be honest here, even though she's passionate, she couldn't teach those sixth graders anything to save her life. WARNING: Includes censored swearing (like this: %#$#) and some uncensored minor cusses (such as crud, son of a gun, brat, ect.). If cussing is triggering for you, I suggest you don't read this. Also, it's not well-written in the least. I had only recently started being able to write readable stories when I started this, so it isn't going to be entertaining and is definitely cringy. If you're looking for a poorly written story, you've found it. If you want something entertaining, I suggest you look elsewhere. Note: All events, characters, and locations are from the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. All resemblances to real people, events, and locations is entirely coincidental unless stated otherwise. This entire story belongs to the author, and may not be used and/or reproduced in any way, shape, or form without the author's permission. Also Note: This is my own original work and I do not allow copying, reproducing, and any other kind of use of my works by other people or organizations. Only on Wattpad. If you find this somewhere else, it is pirated.

Narrated horror stories forced into a POV of numerous characters. Delve into what it means to be human in a world where some things can't be understood, like supernatural, or nostalgic at times.

Someone's diary full of Messy chapters and ideas. If you tell the truth to a crow, it'll wait until you're dead to caw. The story of a young man struggling with the shame of seeking recognition and being deemed worthy of it, based on a blend of real life experiences of my friends.

"The feelings I suppressed are as unsent letters stacked, and it's as though they flood my table every single night. When I contemplate in silence, another I begin to write." The poetry I have placed here are those that I wished to address to a special person from my past. This book is filled with poetry telling the stories of curiosity, falling, denial, and eventually, heartbreak that embodies the stages of grief.

This is my second book of weekly writing prompts. They come out on Saturdays. Many are mystery prompts but cover other genres. There is a variety of types of prompts including story threads, 3 items, scenes, and genre prompts. They are meant to be inspiration. Feel free to use any of them in your writing. Also, you can alter whatever you need.

I've only ever been capable of communicating through rhymes and long drawn-out expositions about the shape of a gnome's leg, and why it is crucial to their survival in the caves beneath Dwarven mines. You see people are often confused about whether a gnomes legs are twiggy or stumpy. The answer is that they are more like branches... I'm getting sidetracked. This book is more about the poems.

the narrative essays (one shots) for my american & british lit courses 🩰 as per usual i bring you shitty formatting thanks to microsoft word 😸

"my public notes app."

Love is just another word for destruction. But some loves go beyond destruction. A city stalked by a killer. Blood on the floor, secrets behind every locked door. Each clue leads to another lie, and each lie draws someone closer to their own grave. Faces that seem the most innocent are often the ones deceiving you. Every truth uncovered comes at a price. And sometimes, the real danger isn't in the shadows-it's standing right beside you. Trust no one. Or become the next prey.

Every poem you read was genuinely written by me back in high school. If it weren't for that first poem, I probably wouldn't be writing poetry at all. I wasn't a fan of poetry when I was in elementary school, but people do change for the better. - Thank you for reading -

For a decade and half, home has meant familiarity, faith, and a church community just a few steps away a place that shaped her heart and nourished her spirit. But when life takes an unexpected turn and she must move farther from the people and worship that give her strength, she is left questioning where she truly belongs. Torn between duty and devotion, she searches for reassurance that God will still guide her, even when she feels far from her safe place.

Y/N has known the boys since the early VRChat days, back before the chaos was monetized and the friend group became a brand. Back when it was just late nights, stupid jokes, and voices through a headset. Now, years later, he's still there. Irish-born, sharp-tongued, and unapologetically autistic, Y/N has always experienced the world a little differently, noticing the things others miss, struggling with the things others find easy, and navigating friendships in his own quiet, observant way. But with Will, Josh, Eddie, Gaege, and Grant, he doesn't have to pretend to be anything other than himself. This story follows Y/N as he grows alongside the boys, from VRChat lobbies to real-life meetups, from internet fame to the messy, complicated reality of adulthood. It's about loyalty, overstimulation, late-night talks, inside jokes that make no sense to anyone else, and what it means to truly belong. Because sometimes, family isn't blood. Sometimes it's the people who heard your voice through a headset first.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the the target? Or am I the gun?

[Misa de Gallo #3] A journey towards finding home and love in one person.

Misty Plateau is an isolated town surrounded by forest, fog, and a past that doesn't stay buried. When a struggling writer arrives to research local legends, he finds a community that watches instead of speaks, records that contradict themselves, and a name that feels remembered rather than learned. As days blur and reality frays, it becomes clear that Misty Plateau doesn't just keep secrets. It preserves them.

it's a frictional story of a girl Kamya who has a messy present life . Don't wanna give spoilers read it first....

"Death is not the end. There is life after Death. Is that really true? Do we just keep living? Without any end and rest? So we are basically immortal? Life just keeps going on and on?", she often kept asking herself that. Not that she hated her life or something. It's just that she believed it's important for everything in this world to come to an end for it to attain the peace it deserves. . . . . . . "Is there no place in this universe that accepts us? Is there no way we can have our peace?", she asked with tears running down her face looking at the man that's looking at her with a pained look on his face drowning with both their tears. . . . . . Does she ever get the peace that she believes everything and everyone deserves? . . . . . . A tale where the universe hated us. . . . . . . It was the universe vs us