Zedaph Stories

A bunch of AU's I thought of. Also is a continuation of my other book on my old account.

I made this because I couldn't let it sit in my thoughts any longer. It needed to be out there in the world, like an odd virus if that makes sense- I'll probably rewrite it someday, maybe as more chapters release for the game? Who knows? Certainly not me!

Some hermitcraft stories. happy to take requests :D. Photo is not mine full creds to the creator(tell me and I will put your name here)

Ghostlight (or: A bunch of Short Stories about Hermitcraft) A Hermitcraft AU that will be updated on occasion, more of a background project. This is my take on an "Ask or Dare the Hermits" situation, but with an overarching storyline. Read the Preface for more information. Please note: I understand that the Hermits are real people, and that they should be treated with dignity and respect. I do not associate myself with the Hermits or Hermitcraft server in any way, I'm just a fan with an idea.

Just a bunch of hermitcraft oneshots. No shipping or smut, maybe minor cursing.

As children, angels were always told the same stories. Whispered in solemn halls, etched into glowing tomes, repeated until they became law rather than lesson. Demons were evil-cruel, sadistic, master manipulators who thrived on corruption and pain. They were said to twist kindness into weakness and curiosity into downfall. It was drilled into every young angel's mind: demons could not be trusted. To trust one was to fall. Skizz never liked those lessons. Even as a child, he felt uncomfortable speaking ill of anyone-be they creature, spirit, or shadow-especially when they weren't there to defend themselves. It felt wrong, like condemning a stranger for a crime you'd never seen them commit. While other angels nodded along, wide-eyed and obedient, Skizz would fidget, wings twitching, brow furrowed in quiet disagreement. He didn't argue out loud-not often-but the doubt lived in him all the same, warm and persistent. Skizz was troublesome in the way only a good-hearted child could be. Hyperactive, endlessly energetic, he found it nearly impossible to remain still through lectures meant to instill fear and discipline. His feet bounced. His fingers traced the glow of the clouds beneath him. His wings were always half-spread, as if ready to leap into the sky at a moment's notice. The world was too big and too beautiful for him to sit quietly and listen to hatred. More than anything, Skizz loved-fiercely and without restraint. He loved the sun as it spilled over the gates of Heaven, loved the laughter of other young angels, loved the idea that goodness could exist everywhere if someone simply chose it. He wanted to give that love freely, to the skies, to the stars, to anyone who might need it. And the idea that an entire group of beings was beyond redemption didn't make sense to him. Because if love was truly divine, then surely it wasn't meant to stop at the edge of Heaven.

(Ended) this used to just be a place where I posted random hermitcraft stuff. That was it Also this book is old and cringe read at your own risk

This is a story about the Life series! mostly used character is Tango. Please don't steal this.

Zedaph was a remarkably unremarkable person. He wasn't strong, he wasn't smart, despite what people claimed about him. He was just a normal sheep hybrid with horns and hooved feet. He didn't think he was really much of anything-not like his friend Tango, who could literally create fire at his fingertips and was incredibly warm to cuddle with, or his friend Impulse, a cybernetic genius working with a whole plethora of people to better society through cybernetics. Zedaph just fell into a depression. He didn't think he was really as smart as people gave him credit for, and, after a while, he didn't feel worthy of his friends. He began to feel like he was holding them back. that is until Monday he met a man dressed in red

It's just the title loll

The day has come. Skeppy looks outside to find that the zombies are surrounding his house. He manages to make it outside and to a safer place but now, He's on the run. ----------------------------- This is the first book where I planned out all the chapters and everything almost all beforehand. The last few chapters haven't fully been planned yet though sooo yeah, should be fun c: ----------------------------- This was inspired by sho_draws on Instagram's apocalyptic comic. However, I will be using my own story rather than something similar to hers. Make sure to vote on my chapters if you like them. Hope you enjoy, see you in the comments! ----------------------------- Cover by me Completed in an estimated 10 hours. The file says nearly 13 hours but that included all break times and things. Fun fact about the cover: this is the first time I drew a cover in this art style where the person had normal eyes... I mean it, look back at my other covers :P Also, first time drawing blood. I showed it to my mom and she got concerned. I attempted to reassure her but idk how well it worked XD

Just a bunch of oneshots with the Hermits

Shipping will be here but only of their Minecraft persons. Irl shipping shall not be tolerated! This will mostly be team zit and Hels x Ex Or what ever else I feel like writing. [WARNING- EXPLICIT CONTENT AND REPEATED MENTIONS OF DRUGS AND OR DEATH: I do not endorse the act of taking drugs or doing things that could possibly harm ones self- There is mature content included as well]

(ZIT) A world with hybrids and mythical creatures, you have surely read at least one story based around this. The difference is I skip that part. Impulse is a Dragon Hybrid who lives at the top of Tehitcrafrm Mountain Range. He has made his treasure hoard in the tallest part of the range where it passes the clouds. He knows he is not alone on the mountain range. He just doesn't know who or where they are and he is fine with keeping it this way.

COVER NOT MINE. Found the wallpaper on Pinterest posted by GUSTAGBRAND Stories for Inktober! Will probably be completely MCYT. I don't have anything planned, and I hardly have any ideas, so this will be interesting. #5 in Inktober - October 6, 2025 #3 in Inktober - November 5, 2025 #1 in Inktober - November 8, 2025 <3

They're up! They're in the Over-City. That was their goal. They're done, happily ever after. Right? We follow Tommy as he finds himself in the Over-City yet again and thrown right back into the foster system! Although Zedaph is here to take care of them, so all is well. But he is still met with memories as they have to deal with School and kids and social workers and.. Woah, he needs a taco. [In which, Tommy's struggling, Tubbo's growing up much to his best friend's dismay, Ranboo doesn't get a lot of screen time, Team ZITS is here to save the day although Tommy decided he hates Skizz and thanks god Mumbo Jumbolio is here..]

A collection of one shots and AUs based on Hermitcraft Season 6 and 7. Requests are currently open, I just want to write Note that I don't ship hermits irl, only their minecraft personas as portrayed on screen in their respective videos, nor do I own any of the characters.

I will write requested hermitcraft drabbles. That's about all you need to know.

This story is an expanded version of Nadia 225's AAO AU so please go check her out as I wouldn't be writing this without her I was given permission to publish this by her at the time of writing this there are 138 videos in the au but more videos will be added so be careful when reading as the timeline may get confusing I will put at the top of the chapter of it's placed earlier in the timeline started 27 may 2023

When trying to repair a mysteriously obsidian-clogged conduit, Impulse suddenly sees what appears to be a shark. Confused, he swims closer to get a better look... oh no. That's not a shark. As the creature tightens its hold on the server, bringing more and more of the Hermits under its control, and Tango turns up scared and with a broken arm, the message starts to become apparent: Trust no one. Not even your friends. Especially not your friends. After all, that leaves you Playing Open-Handed. This book is a sequel to another of my stories, The Lion Sleeps Tonight, but you don't necessarily need to read that to understand most of what happens. Enjoy! --- Story by me Inspiration and characters from Hermitcraft Witty comments (but actually not the lore this time) with help from ausforyou (Okay, this time I'm gonna put a monologue from Henry V because why the hell not, nobody reads this far into the description anyway: Thus says my king to Harry of England: Though we seemed dead, we did but sleep. We could have rebuked you at Harfleur, but that we thought it not good to bruise an injury till it were full ripe. Therefore, consider of your ransom, which must proportion the losses we have borne, the subjects we have lost and the disgrace we have digested, which in weight to re-assess, England's pettiness would bow under. Indeed, your own person, kneeling at our feet, is but a weak and worthless satisfaction of our losses. To this, add defiance: you hath betrayed your followers, whose condemnation is pronounced. So much my king and master bids tell you, so much my office.)