Deaths Hand
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Only in the darkest of nights did people speak of Deaths Hand. Those men and woman of the infamous group who had conquered the world. Who had waged constant wars across ever realm and every land. Who had used the now forbidden destruction magic without thought or reason. Though not all believe it there was always a rumor that they would come back, that members of this horrible group would again surface to bring with them pain, war and death.
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B A S I N
The curse runs rampant in Lerenotia. They soon succumb, and the Western Clans hear of their fall. They send the children of the clan leaders to conquer new land. There they will face the influence of the curse first hand.Concluida
Short stories
My therapist advised me to write stories to stop thinking about my mental illnesses. Because of that will these stories be rather disturbing and brutal. This will be a collection of small stories each reflecting what I'm currently going through. The less disturbing the less stress is present in my life. The Agdan nobility stories have been made into it's own book with the title Mirith's story. Warning These stories will contain all kinds of abuse, rape, murder, torture, and mental illnesses.
Forgotten
//He had my hands pinned tightly above my head as I squirmed beneath him. The blade twisting between his fingers. He held it up to my throat. I was afraid but refused to show it. "Hurt me." I said between gritted teeth. He just gave me a sorrowful glance before driving the dagger into my flesh.// This is no story of love and happiness. This is a story of death and destruction. One of a man and woman who met one night and not only changed the lives of themselves, but the lives of a whole world of people. One was fire and one was water. They were perfectly balanced. Until one night when the sun fell just below the tip of the tallest castle, the balance faltered, and all hell broke loose. Fire on fire. This is no memorable story that was told on for generations after. No. This is a story of the forgotten. ------------------------------------------- The prince and princess are forced to marry out of their fathers hatred for one another. Yet, there's a falter to the plan and murder gets involved. Will the two be able to put aside years of pent up hatred, or will love conquer all? #2 in tragiclovestory Socials: @0fficialcrystalwebb on tiktokConcluida
Queen of the Beasts✅
👑1 in Queen Series👑 (Warning: Dark themes & sexual assault) I will have you...all of you, Esmerleda," he said as his eyes raked over my body. I tried to get away. His other arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer. "No you wont!" I spat angrily at him, my body gradually welcoming in his warmth. I hate him. "I will," he claimed, his smile making the scar on his face look even more fierce. "I will have your body, heart, soul. Everything," he growled, as I watched his eyes zero in on my lips. "Don't you dare!" I panicked. I shoved with all my might at his chest. He let me go quickly, making me almost fall into the table. "Don't you ever touch me again!" He chuckled as he grabbed my glass of wine. "Till our wedding night." ******* Esmerelda is devastated when the Lycan kingdom demolishes her own. Seeing almost everyone she knows and love killed right before her eyes, she expects the same fate. But when a man interrupts the massacre to announce that she will be the one spared, she is forced to go to the kingdom of monsters. She is forced to become their Queen, their beast of a King's wife, and forced to live among them. Will she survive the brutal world that they live in, or will it be to much for her mundane mind to handle? *Cover: @17Serenity **Completed & UneditedConcluida
Fatal Bonds
Hopelessly, a young boy wanders through the desolate streets of Eldorium's slums, belonging to nowhere but the dust. He has no recollection of anything - only that he finds himself drawing closer to the preeminent palace each day. Eldorium is a kingdom of conquered riches, clashing steel and an irrefutable rank of who is ontop and who is below the pyramid. The sand has seen an overflowing amount of bloodshed over all the years this formidable empire has stood. It all means nothing to him, until he stumbles upon a boy cornered into an alley of the gilded markets. One thing he discovers about himself is his ability to fight, which lands him on his knees before the throne, where the boy he aided turns out to be the prince. The prince pleads for mercy upon his new friend, for a commoner mingling with a royalty is forbidden, especially a commoner with no records of existence - ever. The king grants him training to become the prince's personal assassin; a deadly shadow for a powerful sun. They face the world together. Everyday is spent sweating blood or drawing it from the battles they dive into sword-first, falling even the most impenetrable kingdoms side by side. However, not even the desert can bury the dark secrets of Eldorium, nor can it whisper warnings of the daunting times to come. And the Gods... well, they see everything. And their rage grows, with Eldorium at the center of it.Concluida
Reaping The Red Heir
He smiled. The devil himself couldn't have crafted a more wicked grin. "What do you say we play a game, little Reaper?" I narrowed my eyes, trying to decipher his intentions. "What kind of game?" His grin widened, showing the tips of his fangs. I watched the prince curiously as he strode over to his bag. With a swift motion, he withdrew a bow and a quiver of arrows, flinging them at my feet without so much as a second glance. I furrowed my eyebrows, casting him a look of uncertainty. That sinister grin stayed plastered upon his lips as he said, "Run." *** I, Skyla Ashforth, am what some might call a "sociopath." It was a title that fit. Why shouldn't I embrace it? I am a vampire slayer, a Reaper of bloodsuckers, and an exceptionally good one, if I do say so myself. Yes, being a sociopath has its perks; I could manipulate and deceive with the best of them. So, when captured by the notorious Red Prince, I embraced the challenge of manipulating my freedom. Pierce Darcee, was a sadistic vampire with a God complex. The fool actually believed he could break me. Little did he know, I was the kind of Reaper who would dance through a battlefield, whistling a merry tune as I twirled my braids. I relished the challenge of manipulating his oversized ego, planning to stab that rotting, blackened heart of his with a venom-laced dagger. I crafted a scheme so delightful, so intricate, that I couldn't help but salivate at the prospect of victory. It was foolproof, or so my mind believed. But then... then there was that pull. That unexpected, unwelcome spark that ignited something within me. Feelings, of all things! Now, that was a complication. Disgusting, messy feelings that could very well lead to my destruction. Or his. It was a dangerous game we played, but then again, the most thrilling ones usually are. *Rated M for Murder, Mayhem, and some profanity. Sorry but no smutty interludes. You've stumbled into a blood bath, not a bodice ripper.*Concluida![Stained with blood [gxg]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/387796299-256-k526145.jpg)
Stained with blood [gxg]
Life doesn't hand us meaning. We're born into chaos, and it's up to us to find the smallest bits of order in the madness. Some say it's love, some say it's vengeance, but I've learned-nothing is truly worth anything until it's been stained with blood.Concluida
Caged By Him
"WHY CAN'T YOU GET IT INSIDE YOUR HEAD?" He trapped my trembling body between his arms and slammed his fist into the wall. I flinch at the sound as I feel tears forming in my eyes. "I'M SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR CRYING. JUST ACCEPT THE FACT THAT YOU'RE NEVER LEAVING. THIS IS YOUR LIFE NOW, WITH ME" He spits, anger consuming his voice as I push myself further against the wall. Shutting my eyes closed and turning my face to the side as I do. Moments later, I feel his rough hand on my waist and his finger grazing my cheek. "Look at me, love." His hand grips onto my jaw, his thumb playing across my lower lip. He turns my face to meet his as I lower my gaze to the floor. He lowers himself to my level and I feel his breath fanning my cheek causing my breathing to become unsteady. "I love you so much, darling. But you need to learn. You need to learn that you won't be going anywhere. You're mine." With that being said, his other hand slides down to my waist "Your entire body, your mind, your soul. All mine." All I could do was tremble at his touch. How can someone so beautiful be so heartless? ~~~~~~~~~~ All a 19 year old Aurora Shaw wanted to do was work to make a living and volunteer at the orphanage. Unfortunately for her, ruthless and cunning 26 year old Mafia leader and billionaire Tristan Black had other plans for her. He's been waiting for the perfect moment to kidnap her and finally make her his queen after 2 years of watching and stalking her every move. He'd kill anyone who gets in the way of getting what he wants. What will happen when he ruins everything she wanted and forces her to marry him? Will she escape and resist him? Or will she submit and accept her fate?Concluida
The curse runs rampant in Lerenotia. They soon succumb, and the Western Clans hear of their fall. They send the children of the clan leaders to conquer new land. There they will face the influence of the curse first hand.
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