Psychicbond Stories

_What is hell?_ _Hell is hearing someone shatter in your head and not knowing her name._ *Lyra Blake* lives two miles under the Earth in Sector 7. Her job is to smile while the world ends. Her secret is a taped door, a box she swore never to open, and a poem her dead mother used to sing: _"You are not the storm, you're the sea. You are not lost. You're the shore. I'm in the quiet. I'm in you."_ Until a fox-dog's touch rips her into a stone room. Blue blood on the walls. A scarred hand reaching through the dark. A voice breaking apart: _"Stay with me. Please."_ *Bastian Verek* is the Leader of the Moonfang. He bleeds blue. He bleeds for a war the King won't let him finish. He bleeds because of him - the man he trusted most put a friction-blade in his back. A blade that unravels him, cell by cell. He doesn't believe in strangers. He doesn't believe in saving. Until one flash of a girl he's never met tears through him. Brown hair. Hazel eyes. No name. No warning. And for one second, the war in his chest goes quiet. The pain doesn't leave. But it stops being everything. _Someone he's never touched gave him the only peace he's ever had._ _If one look could break a war inside him... what happens if they meet for real?_ Now the traitor has the letters that could end them all. The King is hunting. And Bastian is dying. While Lyra is falling for a boy who may not be hers... the man across the world is bleeding her name without ever being told it: _"Lyra."_ _Two worlds. One link. Zero safe places._ _When one of them breaks, the other bleeds._ _She is the shore he didn't know he was drowning for._ *Tropes:* Psychic Bond | Dual POV | Hurt/Comfort | Found Family | Slow Burn | War & Betrayal | Soulmates Across Worlds | Trauma Healing

You weren't taken in chains. You were invited-and that's how you know this is worse. The Aethernox Order doesn't summon what it can't control... but the moment you step into their circle, their magic recoils. Their wards can't pierce you. Their minds can't enter yours. And the ancient lattice beneath their world-older than law, older than mercy-responds to you like hunger. To contain you, they assign the only one the Order both fears and obeys: The Crownless. Stripped of title. Forbidden to bond. Forbidden to feed. Forbidden to want. They are commanded to evaluate you, restrain you, and keep you alive. But proximity becomes its own ritual. Silence becomes intimate. And the forbidden pull between you starts to feel less like temptation and more like fate-because the lattice doesn't care about rules... and it doesn't ask permission. As the Order closes in with secrets, conspiracies, and intentions that aren't remotely benevolent, one truth becomes unavoidable: You aren't a mistake. You're a key. And the Crownless is running out of restraint. This is a dark, romantic, mystery-driven reader novella with intoxicating tension-PG-13+ (no explicit scenes), heavy on intrigue, desire, power dynamics, and forbidden magic.

Some children see monsters under the bed. I saw them sitting beside me. When I was eight, the room went cold. That was the first time I knew something was different. Sixth is a deeply personal journey through a childhood marked by shadows, whispers, and visions most people would rather forget-or deny ever seeing. From ghostly figures behind library bookshelves to dreams that predict death, from the watchful eyes in a mango tree to whispers beneath a pillow-this is a story about what it's like to grow up seeing what others can't. Based on real experiences. Written to remind those who've lived between worlds: You're not alone.

This is a collection of Liquid Snake and Psycho Mantis oneshot fanfics. I uploaded it first in AO3 but I've decided to publish it here in Wattpad, too. Dedicated to all Metal Gear Solid fans mainly Liquid Snake and Psycho Mantis! Please enjoy. Note: This is full of fluff. Relationship: M/M

He lost control. Big time. And that girl was responsible for it. "Cuz," Angel spoke hesitantly, her tones soft as her mind was in overdrive. "Please tell me you didn't do what I think you did." Isaac's eyes moved back towards the closed doors. He wanted to race out those doors, find her again. "Isaac!" Angel was done fooling around. She stepped in front of his view of the door and forced her cousin to look at her. "Tell me you didn't!" Like Angel, Aidan put the puzzle together. "Holy crap. You imprinted on that girl." An imprint meant only one thing. That girl, the strange new unfamiliar brunette - was his destined mate.

7 days of Snowells week, 7 stories. All Harry(Earth 2)/Caitlin. Each chapter a new story/theme, though some are WIP's that I'll go back to later.