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THIS IS NOT A ROMANCE. Casper (formerly known as "John Doe" or simply "the boy") didn't ask to come to Glenholm. Nobody asked him if he wanted to be here either. For better or for worse, he's stuck living under the same roof as Glenholm's own notorious witch man. Balor's not a bad guy actually. It's Myr, the lunatic drunk who gets his kicks from threatening Casper on pain of death every now and again, that's giving him the most problems. Needless to say, Casper isn't leaving soon enough. Content includes coarse language, substance use, violence, child abuse and neglect, witchcraft, poor reality testing, and dubious morality. Teen and older audiences recommended. - - - - Updates sporadically. Possibly Friday.

Amara Ellis is back in Hawkins. But the town she left isn't the same, and neither is she. Something feels... different. And there is Steve Harrington. The boy she used to crush on. Now his smile belongs to Nancy. Her heart twists. Her hands tremble. Monsters wait in the shadows. The Upside Down stirs. Hawkins is no longer safe. And neither is she.

They died one month apart. One's death is mourned while the others death is celebrated. On a lone mountain top two immortals awake after being shown what exactly happened to the two young men and the innocent who died on a mountain of corpses. They set out to save those who were wronged by the so-called righteous clans. Major character deaths Time travel fic Supernatural elements Cover photo belongs to the rightful artist on Pinterest This story will follow some of The Untamed storyline. The rest will be of my own imagination. the characters do not belong to me. they solely belong to mxtx.

After a faithful (or rather unfaithful) encounter with a certain blond boy from his algebra class, Yoongi finds himself in a world filled with murder and mysterious happenings. - Warnings: Violence, slight gore (& angst) {Title gotten from Aqours' song Sky Journey}

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Way Exorcism Consultants: They'll handle ghosts, spirits, ghouls, and even low level demons. No client turned away. They also need a new employee and it just so happens that Frank is desperate for a job. (frerard) (no trigger warnings yet)

Security Officer Needed. The Federal H.E.R.O. Public Safety Commission Inc. is searching for motivated individuals to fill the role of an Armed Security Officer. In this role, you'll work as a galvanized member of an elite team of security operators protecting some of Japan's most critical- Hawks eyes flicker up from the newspaper and takes in a deep breath. He's already read through the job posting enough to be able to recite it from memory. Without a second's hesitation, he pulls open the door.

Changyun hadn't expected a fox spirit to be hiding in his closet one day. He was a playful rascal, but if he wanted to keep this roof above his head, Hyojin had to learn the basics of household chores. Hyojin & Changyun (E-Tion) (platonic)

The world bows only to those who can prove their strength. This is the principle of life and society, never to be contested. Until a young boy starts his journey to the top, and nothing will ever stop his charge.

"Echoes of Eternity: A Journey Through Time and Memory" is a captivating exploration of the interconnectedness of past, present, and future. In this intricately woven narrative, author Sarah K. delves into the depths of human consciousness, offering readers a thought-provoking odyssey through the corridors of time. At the heart of the story lies a mysterious artifact-a seemingly ordinary object imbued with extraordinary powers to unlock memories spanning generations. As the protagonist embarks on a quest to unravel the enigma surrounding this artifact, they are propelled into a mesmerizing voyage across epochs, encountering echoes of lives lived and destinies intertwined. Through vivid prose and evocative imagery, "Echoes of Eternity" invites readers to ponder timeless questions about identity, fate, and the nature of existence. Each chapter unveils a new layer of the protagonist's journey, blurring the boundaries between past and present, reality and illusion. As the narrative unfolds, themes of love, loss, and redemption resonate deeply, resonating with readers on a profound emotional level. From ancient civilizations to distant futures, from forgotten memories to fleeting moments of transcendence, "Echoes of Eternity" offers a rich tapestry of human experience that lingers in the mind long after the final page is turned. With its blend of mystery, romance, and philosophical depth, "Echoes of Eternity" stands as a testament to the enduring power of storytelling to illuminate the hidden corners of the soul and remind us of our shared humanity.

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He was Raris. Emphasis on was. Now? Well, Cavis Wishaw could tell you the processing power of an Atari 2600, but he sure as daylight couldn't tell you how he ended up in the body of a 14 year old boy, 24 years from where he breathed his last breath. Made even worse by the fact that he apparently died, and no one seems to understand the importance of the SNES nowadays, Cavis figures the plot of Back to the Future was not as fun for Marty McFly as it seemed. Will this 90's kid, when met with the struggles of the present, learn to leave nostalgia behind? Or will he be the kid that never learned to grow up? so practically I spent winter vacation in a video game fever dream and accidentally made a heart-felt homage to the 90's. I wanted to share it. Completed, No-Beta.

Her life was ruined by her best friends, who claimed to be protecting her. The Viral scandal that took place six years ago left her completely shattered and changed her life forever. After years of being away, Jan Di returns to Korea with a burning desire to seek revenge against those who wronged her. But she soon realizes that her heart may not be able to handle the effects due to the fact her heart and soul have been covered with the pureness of the living Holy Book, she is unable to hurt them. Will Jan Di find solace in forgiveness and rise above the turmoil, or will the shadows of her past victories continue to linger, testing the very fabric of her soul in a moral quandary that navigates between revenge and spiritual enlightenment?

In the Malaysian village of Kampung Pelangi, four teenagers discover a magical slime that can replicate anything it touches. Led by the entrepreneurial Afiq and balanced by tech-savvy Nadia, gentle giant Ravi, and creative Siti, they start a business to preserve cultural crafts. Their success, however, draws them into a mystical world, revealing the slime's connection to the bunian realm and its guardian, Ibu Suri. As they navigate ethical challenges and the balance between tradition and progress, the teens learn the importance of harmony in business, culture, and the unseen magical world. "Echoes of Kampung Pelangi" is a tale of friendship, cultural preservation, and the enchanting intersection of the modern and the mystical.

This is a supernatural fic with the assassins. They'll be werewolves in this. Bear with me because some strange shit's gonna go down here. Also on AO3.

My first draft of the story that i keep writing in bits and pieces so i thought fk it lemme try wattpad Do not judge the story cover it was a doodle. The story of a falling nation and a King not made for the throne. Humanity has always been deeply lonely, calling out into the voids of space, just to see if there is anyone else cursed with existence as it is. They needn't look so far, past a billion lightyears. Hidden within within the forests of the world, lost in the vastness of the seas and the skies, lay lands where humanity has seldom ever set foot, beings capable of bending the laws of science. Those that did witness this feats, never lived to tell the tale. When Qadeem and Gina, two unmatched people with a weird job, land themselves right in the hands of a people who have avoided humanity for a millenium and more.

I was dared to summon the Devil. We lit a candle. I said her name. I thought it was a joke, an urban legend whispered at Halloween parties between shots of tequila and bad decisions. But she came. The Devil wasn't fire and fury. She was a woman, beautiful, cruel, otherworldly. She kissed the space below my collarbone and branded me with her mark. Now my soul lives in a gemstone that hangs from her throat. She visits me in dreams. The mark pulses like a second heartbeat. And every time I whisper her name, she listens. I belong to her now. And I don't know if I want her to let me go.