Prist Stories

this story is about a girl named y/n she ran into a bit of a problem she was now friends??? With four vampires what will she do when they try to drink her blood!

One day teenager boy name Hikari Yuuki Mirai was wondering, that if he can become a real Kamen Rider . But in the world where Yuuki living is just Normal world where no super power or Kamen Rider. then , when Yuuki was in his room, suddenly there is a powerful force that entering at Yuuki's body.! And Yuuki's mind can't stand anymore on too much force entering in to him ,then he get conscious and fall to deep black Sleep. When Yuuki wakeup hi wasn't in His room or home ,he was been Transfer to another world! And there are another teenager's Too. Then Yuuki was so excited in the New world where could he be able To be a Kamen Rider! But we aren't the only been transferred to this world, There was a another world people Who was been transferred in this World! Now there will be new lifestyle To adopt and learn to survive. With the world where we transferred But there was a mysterious humanoid monsters that attacking to us! Now I must find a answers what's the humanoid want And where they came from! This will be a tough one to survive

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Once the best of friends, John and Melchi are now sworn enemies, their friendship deteriorating over a period of time. Their tiff, however, is no ordinary one. It is fueled by the power of the underworld, the demons.

Taehyung dreams of becoming a model-nothing more, nothing less. He arrives in Seoul, ready to chase his ambition, only to uncover a hidden past shrouded in mystery... one the world knows nothing about. ____________ ‎A black stain seeped across the floor, creeping toward the bed. Wisps of shadow coiled around Taehyung's limbs, lifting him-slowly, gently-until he hovered above the mattress. ‎ ‎Then- _____ Taehyung's fingers trembled as he pulled the worn-out file from the bag. The brittle pages whispered secrets as he unfolded them-a sprawling family tree, stretching from 1890 to 1983, the name Jeon etched in faded ink. Jeon Jungkook. The last entry. _____________ Angelina. She lay there, too still, too pale, dressed in white like the angel he had always called her. But her lips were colorless. Her chest did not rise. Her hands, once so warm when they cupped his face, now lay stiff and cold over her stomach-their child's grave still hidden beneath the fabric. A sound tore from him-raw, guttural, inhuman. It didn't even sound like a scream. It was the noise of a soul being shredded apart. "NO-NO, NO, NO-" Jungkook hands shook as he grabbed her, pulling her half out of the coffin, his arms locking around her as if his embrace alone could seep life back into her veins. He pressed his forehead to hers, sobbing so violently his entire body convulsed. "Angelina, baby, please-" His voice was a broken whisper, lips trembling against her skin. *"Open your eyes, please, I'm here now, I'm here-"* But she didn't move. His breath hitched, a sharp, shattered gasp. Then-