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Sam nd Zeno against the WAR!!

Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.

To the boy I fell in Love with 16, dated at 18, and broke up with. My first Love and the one that I'll never forget. A letter to the man I wanted to marry, and screwed it all up.

This story is about different representatives who compete to become the Supreme Soul. Prisca has always had the dream to become the Supreme Soul. Will she win or not? Find out in this story and follow for more. Thank you for your attention

Fourth Wing satire story- Oren (short for something she'd rather not tell you) Sorrengail tries to survive Basgiath College while attracting as little attention as possible, which proves quite difficult due to nepotism. And on top of that, there is a strange third year who has an unreasonable amount of interest in her... Please excuse any inaccuracies to in the world building, it's very funny, please read :) ----- "I'd watch yourself, Sorrengail. There are things going on you have no idea about, and I will not hesitate to eliminate you if I must. I am your Wing Leader, and you will obey every order I give you." His lips brush the shell of my ear and I repress a shiver. Gross. I crane my neck away from him, looking up at his face. "Um, okay?" Are all these theatrics really necessary? "You'd better, or else..." he trails off, giving me a look. I don't know what kind of look it is, but maybe it's supposed to be menacing. "If you can get me expelled, please by all means, knock yourself out trying. Maybe if you get creative enough the school really will let me leave." If I can get Riorson as my Wing Leader to report as many rule violations as possible, even Mom will have to submit to the pressure of the other academic staff and release me. Riorson raises an eyebrow. Again. "Play by the rules, Sorrengail. You'll be sorry if you don't." "Whatever you say", I answer, half distracted because I see Rhiannon by the counter, waving her mug in some rider's face. "Gotta go. Enjoy your ale. Although you look so stiff I bet that not even an entire barrel could loosen you up." "I'm not-" Riorson begins to protest, but I don't care to hear his answer, because it looks like Rhiannon just managed to get herself two mugs of ale without needing to exchange any coin for it.

Hi! Matto here. Have you ever heard of being half-blood? I like to call it a "DNA mashup." Me neither. But here I am. I found out the hard way. And honestly, life hasn't been the same since. To some of you, it might sound cool. But believe me, it isn't. Follow me on a journey that took me to [places I never imagined]. *NOTICE* This is a fanfiction and inspired story of Rick Riordan's Percy Jackson

Can she escape from him?

In the London elite not everything is like it seems. Two best friends are going to travel to London where they are going to live what it may seem like a love story but every story has always two sides...and so does London. (Prince Harry Fan Fiction)

You are a royal princess, named "Princes Violet" (suggested for girls), you are the princess of Vandoria. You have just turned 18 and your mother, "Queen Victoria", has set up an arranged marriage for you. 3 men (your age) will come to your royal palace. They will introduce themselves to you, along with their clans, and ability's. You don't want this to happen, your mother wants you to be just like her, a queen. You were a rebel, you did what you wanted most of the time. You and Your mother have 3 weeks to prepare you to takeover and get married. But she doesn't know, you love someone else. Beyond the palace walls..

"First of all," Lee began, stopping his vigorous spinning in the office chair, "What?!" "I have so many questions." Taigen arched his eyebrows together up at his parents from his cross legged position on the floor. "For one," He turned to Lee. "What in the crap are you wearing?" "None of that matters now, young Taigen." Lee answered, looking up innocently, and spinning once in his chair for elegance. "I disagree, and I'm older than you, stupid." Taigen reached up and shoved the spinny chair to the wall. Lee grunted with the crash. "Oh, lucky you, Mom wanted you out of her stomach before me, Congratulations, Taigey-poo. I'm Mom's favorite anyway, huh, Mom?" America began, "Actually, Jaxon is-" "Plus anyway, age doesn't matter. I could beat you at anything else, any time, any day, any-" "Bull!" Taigen interrupted. "I mean it Taigey-poo," "Lets go right now, then-" "Guys." Jaxon's head popped through the door. "Will you shut up? I'm trying to- Woah what's going on?" "Mom and Dad are making us have our own Selection!" Lee and Taigen tattled, pointing at Maxon and America. Jaxon burst out laughing. "Suckers!" America shook her head and looked to the heavens. "Son, you're in it too." Seconds passed in silence. "Noooooooo!" ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• America and Maxon's love story is practically fairy tale. Engraved in the kingdom's walls and memories is the perfection of their relationship. Haunted by the duty of following a similar path, Jaxon, Taigen, and Lee, the King and Queen's three triplets, struggle to hold their own Selection, and maintain it. Just read the story ok.

jj is a hottie <33

Jayden...why does this happen...we need to stop we might get caught...'no we won't' he saying this while hes trying to unbuckle my jeans. When he finally did he slides his hand between my thighs and puts his finger in me going up and down. My heart is now racing so fast. I let out a moan...'jayden' mhm I'm gonna bring u to bed where u can continue screaming my name like that. Jade a virgin still at 17. She has a huge crush on her best friend Jayden. Does he have one too. You'll never know until u read.

jack anderson X reader im bad at descriptions lol highest ranking- #9 in jackanderson #22 in calpurnia

*This fanfic is triggering* It includes mentioning of suicide and self harming. I hope you guys enjoy this...

Characters: Miles, power: fire Paje, power ice Dave, power water Come on Dave, Their's no time. Said Paje. The nilok(enemy) is already destroying. I'm ready, Dave said. Let's go. Time's up, said Miles. It's time to destroy you. Said Dave. They all transformed into their robot. Think again, said the bad robot as he did his evil laugh. You've looked for us, you get us, said Paje boldly. Good, cause I brought my blasters, haha. said the evil robot. BOOM! BOOM!! BOOM!!!, the evil robot started blasting. Paje used her ice to block the blasters bullets. Miles sent some fire to the evil robot. CRASH! went the evil robot, as he hit a builing. You need many more of that to take me down. Said the evil robot. There is more of that were it came from, answered miles. The evil robot brought out his sword. So did Miles, Paje and Dave. Well let's take things to the next level, said Dave. CLANK! CLANK!! CLANK!!! as their swords hit each others sword. CLASH!!!, The evil hit Miles with his sword and went through some garbage cans. Dave and Paje were still fighting. SURPRISE!! said the evil robot as he brought out his blasters and blasted Dave and Paje. All 3 good guys were down. The evil robot tried to hit Miles with his sword as he getting up. Miles moved quickly.The 3 stood up. Time to finish this. Miles said. Paje got some ice, Dave some watet and Miles some fire and the combined them together. The evil robot tried to strike with his sword before the attacked. CLANK!!!, What!!! thought the evil robot, they was a forcefield. BLAST!!! A large blast hit the evil robot as it exploded. I'll get you guys for this, said the evil robot as he exploded. Super Robo Crime win again. said Miles. Whoooooo said Dave. The went to get some ice cream. It's was a wonderful battle, said Miles. I loved it, said Paje. It was awesome. Well battle end, SUPER ROBO CRIME WIN AGAIN. The team shouted in celebration.

One day you'll believe me

"Woah, your hands are so big." I grabbed his hand and placed it against mine to compare the size. "I can put you in it if you want!" He looked up at me with no emotion. I looked back at him shocked. ------------------------- It's a metaphor people, she's not literally going to be in his hands!!!!

Hi so this is my first x reader so no hate pls! " your alive..! Well I'm not quite living ether dearie"

Prologue: The Beginning of Aetheria Long before time as we know it, the cosmos trembled under the weight of the Celestial War-a conflict so devastating it consumed entire worlds. In the aftermath of this chaos, a sanctuary was forged by the surviving celestial beings: Aetheria, a realm of boundless magic, mystery, and power. Created as a haven, Aetheria became a world of unparalleled beauty, inhabited by diverse races: the ethereal Elvari, the mighty Drakenkin, and the cunning Umbrians, among others. Each brought their strengths and secrets to this realm, weaving its intricate tapestry. But peace was fleeting. The Void, a remnant of the Celestial War, seeped into Aetheria, corrupting its heart. To combat this, the ancient guardians forged powerful Shards of Light, fragments capable of sealing the Void's influence. Yet, over millennia, the shards were scattered, their power waning as darkness grew. Prophecy whispered of a being-a descendant of Adam, forbidden in this realm-who would wield the shards and either restore balance or bring ruin. For Aetheria's denizens, humanity was both hope and doom, their mere presence a threat to the realm's fragile existence. Now, as darkness encroaches once more, the stage is set. A nameless human emerges, lost and unknowing, drawn into a destiny shaped by ancient powers and unyielding prophecy. The question lingers: Will he save Aetheria-or be its undoing? Thus begins the tale of the beginning of Aetheria, where fate and free will collide in a battle for the soul of a world.

Azalea Crimson is a top-notch fighter, the best in her class. She has powers that set her apart from the crowd. She is the only child of two of the most praised heroes of the century. She has the spotlight on her and always had. She was born to shine. She was born to be great. It was only a matter of time before her grand destiny began to unfold. At least, that's what everyone says. Azalea, however, starts to wonder if she's really everything everyone always says she is. What if she doesn't want to be famous? What if she doesn't want to have a whole grand destiny before her? What if she just wants to be... her? What if... What if she doesn't want to be a hero at all? When Azalea meets Bay Richards, her whole life starts to change. She starts to see a future for herself other than the one that was set out for her since birth, and she knows that she has to make a decision. A decision more important than any decision she's made before in her life.