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The Storm Lamb

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The baby cried and cried. Only, it was much softer compared to the deafening noise that came from outside. At least it wasn't flooding, was the only thought that ran through Summer's mind as he watches her writhe in a pool of her mother's blood. He lifted her up from it, wrapped her in the soft fur as the skin-crawling shriek of the leviathan continues to fill his ear. He was the last one left. The tent was about to collapse, in fact, he wondered for a moment how it hasn't yet.

He thought he should just embrace his fate. It seems if the One Above had desperately wanted it for him. It rained black snow, hails, poison and a monster all at the same time, how could the One Above not wanted him dead? The black flakes seeped through the torn flaps of the tent, it fluttered in the air like toxic butterflies as the wind manipulated its erratic direction. 

He could feel the painful and numbing sensation coming as the poisonous black snow surrounds him, the inhuman shriek has now morphed into an eerily soft groan. Much more grounded now and no longer so outlandishly incomprehensible. In fact, that's what terrified him the most as he could now grasp the reality of it clearer. The groan seems to be the only thing he could hear even out of the pattering of the sharp ice against the tent and the wind's might tearing into it.All Rights Reserved

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The Crimson To My Snow by pinea-pples

on the building roof... staring at each other... Knowing that they both loved each other to death, the cold soft wind making her hair float, adding to the tension, red and black, while his was shining through the night, whiter than snow... Controlled by the urges and the voices in her head, she grabbed her knives from her thigh straps, looked into his blues, With her now darkened reds, afraid that her reasons are now winning over her feelings... "Who are you?", he asks, he knew her more then he knew himself, how can he not recognise her now? Even herself don't know who she is or what she is anymore... or maybe she never knew? "I'm the crimson sent to destroy the pure whiteness of your snow, darling." She said with her cold tone, trying her best to hide her ache... hide her tears, The truth was all the both of them seeked, yet none of them was ready for its wake... Guess 'fate' had his own plans... ♡ blood and snow : Despite being named 'Eineige' after snow, she's like an uncontrollable fire, red and furious, a cold blooded killer with a fucked up mind, guided by her reasons and her blades that are always hidden under the past she seeks to reveal... she was sent to end him... He was there to enlighten her... despite being named 'Aithne' after fire, he was like snow dragged into her heat, blinded by her burning light, he knew she'd be the death of him all along, yet he couldn't help but drown deeper into her flames, More and more, addicted to the sweet pain she made him feel, growing obsessed beyond limits. They are Aithne and Eineige, the main "heros" or whatever you can call them, of our little crimson and snow story.

Skulduggery Pleasant fan-fic: The Cradle of Magic (UNDER EDIT) by BlivArmageddon

'We tackled in the sky, ripping and slicing at each-other. I screamed in aguish and cut it's face with shards of broken ice only to be healed over once more. The God chuckled once more and for the first time: spoke. "You cannot win this one child." It was the voice of Death. I shook my head, tears streaming my face, " Don't you remember...?" The sky and world was blurry, all I could see was the blanked face; all I could hear was Death, "I don't believe in inevitability..." ' *** Dedicated to my partner, Valiance Nightshade. Until the End of the world, my love, til the end of time.

DELONIX [COMPLETED] by whathepeach

"Well," he suddenly informed, his voice a mere whisper that sent shivers down my spine, "facts about vampires include their ability to sense the desires of others from just a few distances." "And aside from those two whose desires are choking the place, another one lingers, and that's you, Red," he stated. I could feel the warmth of his breath, tantalizingly close, as it brushed against my ear, sending a rush of sensations through my body. "W-What?" "You know," he continued, his voice lowering even further, as if he was revealing a forbidden secret, "I can help with that, Red, leaving you breathless and craving more than you've ever desired in your entire life." ~~~~ Red Hathaway The girl with a seemingly normal life has gone through the ups and downs of high school. Teen movies, bullying, being called a freak - it's all part of the teenage experience, right? But there's something intriguing about this mysterious boy with piercing baby blue eyes that Red can't quite remember. Now the normalcy is shattered, and Red's life takes an unexpected turn on her nineteenth birthday. From almost blowing up a chemistry lab to being pursued by soul-hungry beings, Red discovers that she's not even human. As she is whisked away to Mystic Academy, a school teeming with magical creatures - elves, faes, vampires, werewolves, and witches with incredible spell-casting abilities. Red must navigate her newfound identity, survive the perils that surround her, and make a choice between the allure of a werewolf and a seductive vampire as her potential lover. Join Red on this gripping journey as she unravels the mysteries of her existence and faces the ultimate test of her heart and survival.

What if...? Book One, Part 1: Neverland (A Peter Pan rewrite by Jae) by JAE_Wrote_This

"Who are you?" I demand. The boy in front of me replies, "That's not how this works, love." I freeze. That phrase. That voice. It can't be. I look up but he's just a cloaked silhouette. The rustling stops when boys surrounding us step from their hiding spots and light lanterns. Every single one of them masked and cloaked. Except the one in front of me. The lamps lit, and I see his face. "Whoa," slips from my lips as I stare at the boy in front of me. His eyes widen and his jaw almost, just almost, drops. With his guard down for that one instant I lose all fear and gain control. "You!" I yell suddenly overflowing with anger. My stomach heats with rage. I fight to stand, stronger this time with anger as fuel. He backs up, his breath increasing. Obviously, uneasy, I take it as a win and almost stand all the way. "You. What are you doing here? How did you find this place!" He switched to angry. "You! You're the reason! They put me back because of you! It was all cause of you! It was your fault! All of it!" I'm so angry I yell only what I can. My thoughts flying through my head I can only yell unexplained nonsense. I've never felt anger like this before. The red glow lightly pours off my own skin and I take notice to it. I compare it to the glow coming off of him. Suddenly, it's an instinct to allow the anger to explode and in doing so the red glow is taken from his chest as I absorb it all and throw it out in all directions. I yank down away from the boy holding me just as the red glow gets sucked from him, absorbed into my hands, and then thrown out in a sphere of red glow. All boys stumbling but not by much and the one holding me gets knocked back, I'm free. "You die now, Peter Pan!"

The Mark by ZackBForSure

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Reaping The Red Heir by eden_ari

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Waveborn by CherylReifsnyder

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Unraveling The Faded by AuthorOfRoses20

A gut-wrenching, animalistic scream erupted from the deepest fibers of her being as it ricocheted along the walls. It took her a moment to even register that the sound was coming from her. The tears drenched her face and she whipped around in a frenzy trying to establish where exactly she was and why her mind was a puddle of mush. Unable to remember anything of importance. Her screams continued and continued until her throat was sore from the endless beating it endured. Her dry coughs took over as she tried to catch a breath but her efforts were becoming futile. She hunched over, heaving and hyperventilating as her hands pressed into the gravel of the ground picking up small pieces to be embedded in her skin. The time of her breakdown was abruptly cut short when a vigorously forceful wind entered the room in such a way it commanded to be acknowledged. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely my own! FOREWARNING: There will be some language thrown in here. AND there will be some details describing some horror/gore and death due to characters/creatures in story So BE WARNED. And remember if I show any art, all artwork belongs to me! I will only be showing my own artwork! The cover for this story was created by myself and my fiancée so for that piece we share the art! Please let me know what you think I would love to hear feedback! Thank you!! © 2024 All Rights Reserved

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