Pyre Stories

"So. You forgot about me, haven't you? You were only thinking about yourself. I was left behind..."

Highest #66 in Poetry. A collection of poems, limericks, haikus and whatever else enters my head!

After losing a bet with Sally, Lucy is forced to go outside for a trip to the beach. During the trip, Lucy realizes that Sally's goal isn't to make her miserable, and discovers unexpected feelings and bonds. This story and other fanfiction related to Lucy Pyre can also be read at the unofficial fansite https://www.demonitehq.com/fanfic

"You'll get what you deserve, Witch." His hatred oozed out of his voice as he pushed me through the makeshift entrance. My eyes took in nothing of its décor, just the company in which it housed. Overwhelming. It was all so much. Sat before me, was the entire population of my hometown. Old neighbors, classmates, and vendors littered the chairs; all waiting for the verdict, even though they all knew the same as I. That I would soon die.

After the shattering of the moon , crystals were everywhere , a source of power so strong and so easy to obtain, until The Magistrate said 'ENOUGH'. The Paladins believe otherwise , everyone should be allowed power . Will The Paladins succeed in defeating The Magistrate ? Will they have to work together ? Is this conflict the biggest one the Realm has ever seen? Find out in "End Times" by ShurimanExile. On going.

Charity Grace is a 14 year old puritan girl living in Salem during the infamous Salem Witch Trials. After surviving her burning at the stake, Charity is introduce into the magical, dangerous and tragic world of witches.

Lucy Pyre serves coffee to the sexiest man alive. -Written by Em O'rald This story and other fanfiction related to Lucy Pyre can also be read at the unofficial fansite https://www.demonitehq.com/fanfic

This is an anecdote of a little girl residing in heaven, who tires to send a heart felt letter brimming with emotions to her lonely father stranded on earth. Inspired by Elizabeth Jennings famous piece ' Father to son ', I dedicate my trivial attempt of presenting a terribly tiny tale in form of a poem to all the enthusiastic wattys out their.

This is based off the song "For The Departed" by Shayfer James This takes place during episode 9 season 2 of BBC Merlin (Merlin is caught using magic to save freya and he is singing the song while on the pyre) im really bad at descriptions sorry. i dont own any of these characters they all belong to the tv show BBC Merlin Was 8th in #freylin And is 17th in #pyre

"Alright, then. Up and away, guys!" I shouted, already running in the direction of the shore. My toes barely skimmed the water when I jumped, probably a good 2 feet in the air, and unfolded my pure white wings. I pumped them up and down, gaining altitude fast. I looked behind me and saw them doing the same, Nanna with her auburn wings, Zakk with his dark blue, and Tyler with his almost golden color, the same exact color as his hair. I turned back around, involuntarily smiling at the total rush of feeling the cool wind under my wings. Oh, did I forget to mention that we could fly, too?

Welcome to the land of Crappy Poetry. Read, enjoy, laugh, mock. Do as you wish. Who knows? Maybe you'll like it....Or maybe not. If you wanna know what it's about, then read it. Enjoy at your own risk.

Lucy runs into an charismatic stranger after losing power in her apartment, but soon it becomes clear there's something familiar about this mysterious individual. This story and other fanfiction related to Lucy Pyre can also be read at the unofficial fansite https://www.demonitehq.com/fanfic

Very Different, did in under an hour. Any criticism is welcome. Art courtesy of my friend Alex. Follow her on instagram: https://www.instagram.com/who_is_this_alex/ https://www.instagram.com/drawings_from_alex/

It is 1515 in France and Judge Amadeus Rondelet vowed to rid Paris of the evil Gypsies. Catholic and a virtious attender of Notre Dame, Rondelet had not expected to be mentally seduced by one of the hated gypsies. Tormented by lust, he gives her a choice, to choose him or her pyre, to be his mistress or to burn at the stake.