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The Outworld born being created by Shang Tsung in his flesh pits. You're a friend of Kabal after you met him there. However being your own entity you don't spare your freedom nor time to just anybody. Your allegiances lie with yourself and victory.

In the once-glorious kingdom, a darkness had fallen upon it. Mysteries have continuously occurred. What is behind all these mysteries? Is this kingdom indeed cursed? How can it be escaped?

After Boone's death, Bloodhound never thought they would open themself up to love again. Then, enter Walter Fitzroy, the most explosive legend known to man. Bloodhound didn't imagine they would grow fond of the man, but slowly his loud, witty, and touchy-feely personality began to appeal to the hunter. One thing led to another, and before Bloodhound realized, friendly appeal transformed into a sweet fondness. Fuse reciprocated this fondness. He was more than willing to take a chance on Bloodhound, to work through their fears, and embrace newfound love. Now, the Apex Games lovers find their first anniversary rapidly approaching. Wanting nothing more than to make their anniversary special, Bloodhound and Fuse set out to get the best gift possible for one another.

I've got so many ideas that have been slowly killing me so I'm releasing them these are kinda one shots but ill make some that are short stories i guess

Many great tales have sprung from the old West, tales of men driven from perhaps even the brink of death to enact their vengeance. Men thought to be already dead stalking their betrayers to the very ends of the Earth. Let us imagine for a moment that one such a man really was dead - long dead.

Little Apex x Reader fanfic! Also I do not own any of the art/photos in my chapters!

the title says it all. I do take requests

rev - e - nant (noun) A person who has returned, especially from the dead. SEE ALSO: AMELIA MORALES

will be romantic, friendships, angst, and hate for one another between ur character and the other legends. I will do no gender specified and gender specified one shots :) I also do requests! Please check out Apex Legends battle royale!!!

This is a reboot of the first stories I've written on Wattpad. I've noticed that they weren't the best of quality so here's a proper telling of the story. The OC will be more involved and it will feel more like a harem story than before. We follow the story of Manado Chujin who as a child was locked away in the flesh pits by Shang Tsung. By the age of 12, he is found and rescued by the princess of Outworld but due to complications, has to leave the realm. He then finds himself in Earthrealm where he encounters its protector, the Thunder god known as Raiden. Raiden, seeing Manado's situation, decides to train Manado in the ways of kombat as his new champion. Then the mortal kombat tournament occurs and Manado finds himself reuniting with his rescuer and strange things start to occur, namely him finding out that a lot of the ladies find themselves attracted to him, much to his confusion. Acts: Act 1: Mortal Kombat 9 (Complete) Act 2: Mortal Kombat X (Complete) Act 3: Mortal Kombat 11 (Complete) Act 4: Mortal Kombat 1 (Complete) Act 5: Mortal Kombat 1.5 (Complete) Warning: Since this is a Mortal Kombat story, Violence and foul language are a given. P.S. Not good at descriptions. Hope you understand. Any pictures shown don't belong to me unless said otherwise. All pictures belong to their respective artists. I don't own anything except for my OC and the OC's story arc.

Yes, I do know that I normally write about Voltron characters, Well, NOT TODAY! I have a obsession with this murder robot, Fight me. Here's your description: (Y/N)'s family was rich, that's the only way to put it, her parents lied, cheated, and broke promises, not to mention, she was abused, hated, despised is a better term, eventually, she had enough, she signed up for the Apex Games, praying it would be a good way to get away from her parents, even if she had to kill while she was there, it was better than nothing. Little did she know, She'd grab someone's attention.

Pain fades. But it never leaves. Xavier is sixteen, and he's trapped inside a factory that should've been abandoned-but it isn't. The walls groan. The machines breathe. And the things that hunt him are metal, monstrous, and somehow... alive. Every escape ends in blood. Every scream echoes through rusted halls. And every time he wakes, the pain is still there-buried in his bones, stitched into his nerves, whispering that something is wrong with him. Not just outside. Inside. As the factory shifts and the creatures grow more violent, Xavier must uncover what this place wants from him-and what it's turning him into. But the deeper he goes, the more he realizes: Some wounds don't bleed. Some monsters don't chase. And some places never let you leave.

just a fanfic of mirage x wraith. it's my first time writing a fanfic about people so please bare with me. Updates every Saturday or whenever tbh

After the death of her lover, Agatha goes on a journey of penance, which becomes both harrowing and transformative; meeting both monsters and new friends, and discovering love along the way. Note: This is actually a completed story, but I have to reformat the parts, as much of the formatting is lost when pasted into WhatsApp. I shall pasted in the rest of the novella shortly. Also, I'm having problems with formatting, especially italics, being lost when I paste into Wattpad, so please let me know if you see any issues. Thanks!

On one particular evening I remained on the Hill until after dusk, enjoying the evening sky's last light. As I began to make my way out of the park, I approached a shadowy grove of trees at the edge of the expanse of green grass. Though the sky was not yet without a reminder of the sun's setting, the trees obscured what little natural light remained. In what seemed a mere moment, a shadow-obscured male figure approached unseen from my left side, said something I cannot precisely recall after placing a pistol to my left temple. I felt two concussions as I turned to retreat, my vision suddenly pixilating to a narrow tunnel-not unlike experiencing any significant bang on the head-and I was abandoned of my consciousness far before I hit the ground. Next thing I knew I was standing on the other side of this grove of trees, just off Hippy Hill, disoriented and bewildered, but without the expected holes in my head-and it was now daytime!! "What the fuck just happened?" I asked myself. "Did I dream that? 'BANG-BANG?' Did I sleep in the trees? I know I didn't go back to the hostel last night . . . what the fuck?!?!" I didn't even have a headache, and certainly no blood gushing out some hole or holes in my head . . .

They say vengeful ghosts can take animal shapes, they can speak both telepathically and orally and that they arise from a violent death. Meet Shelby, she just happened to cross and kill the wrong one in pursuit of wealth and some vain narcissistic goal, she drove him mad and now she was being driven mad. It followed her everywhere, she thought she could escape but he's back and there's no running left to do.