Remnants Stories

The Other half of the original class has been caught up by The Biggest, Most Awful, Most Tragic Event in Human History and they have been experiencing different traumas and problems. With The Ultimate Despair bringing them into another Mutual Killing Game in another location of Hope's Peak Academy. Will they survive this Killing Game? or are they going to be responsible for everything? ----- Second Part of my Danganronpa Series

izuku is bored of life,being to precisely everything even heroes and villains who whould have thought that this easy reason cause the most atrocious incident in mankind

A young boy has been tasked to form a team as his first step at becoming a huntsman. He will go about different parts of Anima, interacting with many different individuals. Which of them will be friend or foe? Which past will emerge out of the shadows?

More poems... About life. Kinda like the last one. Hope you enjoy! Thanks!

Year 847 With shaky hands and harbored breaths, I opened the metal box with same old passcode we shared, pushing away everything else around me. 12 25. December 25. It was the day we fell in love. You still remember it, don't you, Rivaille? I leaned back on the brick wall as the ground began to shake rhythmically as I took a glimpse of a huge 15 meter class Titan running at a distance, its eyes fixated upon me. This is it, mon amour... Are you home yet? With tears forming in my eyes, I push the box open and I was immediately pulled back into my dark past I tried so hard to forget. But of course, I couldn't... How could I ever forget about you? Everything left of you- No. Everything left of us was still there. My late father's nameplate, the one I used to wear around my neck. The old black trenchcoat I bought for you. The withered cornflower, the only floret I've managed to preserve among all the flowers in the beautiful bouquet you gave me. And your first Survey Corps badge which you gave to me when you left... But oh God, there it was... That white jade ring sitting on one corner of the box, forgotten by time. The very ring you put around my finger, along with promise of forever- a broken one, as it seems to be. December 25. The day we fell in love. December 25. The same day we fell out of love. This is it Rivaille. The only remnants I have of you.

A collection of poems

Kadaj X Reader Was It Beauty That Killed The Beast?

Glorie Seldis always had a normal life. Almost. One traumatic memory still sticks in her mind-and even worse, no one else remembers it. Everything changes when she realizes a whole new world is in trouble. Puzzle pieces snap together as she explores consequences and rewards. Will she save an entire species, or will a nation fall apart beneath her hands? Yos i am changing terrible cover. Later. Also I know this is very much like Keeper of the Lost Cities. It was heavily inspired. I just can't be original.

Gundham is heartbroken when his bubblegum mechanic goes missing. Almost a year has gone by and no one has had luck finding Kaz. Gundham's hope begins to fade the longer time goes by, but just as he was about to give up, Kaz shows up at a nearby hospital. Gundham is relieved but...something isn't right about Souda?.... >THIS IS NOT MY STORY, I HAVE PERMISSION FROM THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR TO POST THIS< DISCLAIMER: ANGST, SLIGHT G/RE, MENTIONS OF KIDNAP AND AB/SE

Throughout 2339 all the way through 2343 the Cycosian War rages ever onward between the Ark Union and Follen. But these stories are not entirely about them but instead most of these are the stories of those who first experienced the stoic ruthlessness of Follen and their mechanical legions. Those whom lived on the planet of Cycosis. Cycosis was home to 1.239 Billion people; barely half managed to get evacuated over the course of the war. From the Guardian Depot all the way to the Angels of Keres City, these stories will show you the efforts of the citizens and the remaining planetary defense forces and show you their hardships, triumphs, and survival. ___________________ Most pages will be one off stories, anything longer will be numbered. You can find out more about the universe of this story on my DeviantArt page at ConnectedRunner and my HFY stories on reddit at u/Connected_Runner And yes I created the picture, you can find it on my DA page.

A big thanks to doomqurw for posting the original idea for this story Please let it be known that I do not own Naruto or the dangan ronpa series if I did mikan would still be here bless her soul - if you what the full summary then please check out doomqurw challenge book it has some grate a ideas in it if I do say so my self

The world quickly had fallen into the clutches of despair as chaos reigned. There was nothing but murder that seemed to meet the eye, and no matter where you looked the streets were painted with crimson. There was no hope to be found, and a child is found wandering the hellish landscape.

The Remnants - the physical manifestations of all values in this world. Be it loyalty, virtue, righteousness - they're all tied to the Remnants. And if we lose them, we lose these within ourselves. Ever wondered what it would be like to watch the world burn? Well, if I don't find them soon enough - I'll burn before the world can. They say I've stolen the Remnants? What blasphemy, I can barely remember yesterday's lunch. In fact, I can't remember much of my recent past. As much as I hate running, I'm now in a race: they've set the path for my execution and the only thing that can stop it is proving my innocence, or at least restoring the Remnants for starters. I don't particularly want to die, so I'll fight. Half-baked memories, a messy assortment of weapons and a ragtag group of friends should do the trick, right?

just a short poem of a younger me

The world was thrown into chaos and was strong enough to surpass it, but another chaos comes, one that the world may not be able to survive. Guardians must choose what they wish to do, who they are, and what they believe in. The new world is about to change once more, for better or for worse, those who rise to protect it will have many choices to make, everything stacked against them. Forever bound in history. The purge returns.

So this is pretty much an anthology (assembly of poems) that I wrote over quite a long period of time. I'll try to update frequently but inspiration doesn't grow on trees you know. I tried writing this other story -that I deleted so don't look for it- which failed miserably so I'm hoping that this one turns out a bit better. I have a good feeling about this story in particular so please please please give it a chance. -4evernose