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Young Justice

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I was raised in a circus at the age of 2 I developed the power to speak and understand every type of animal because of that power my adoptive parents abused me every time I tried to speak to an animal at the age of 3 I developed the power to control ice, fire and I unlocked my sharingan but I steel don't now how to control it and I have a wolf demon inside of me I can talk to it and use the powers of my wolf demon I need people to help me control my powers because with this power I killed my adoptive parentsAll Rights Reserved

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The Hell I Carry by MisterLucasDerion

It's funny how a memory has the potential to weasel its way up from the depths of one's mind and float effortlessly on its surface. We are then forced to re-live the moments we have spent decades burying beneath amicable smiles and a false sense of security. This is my story; one shrouded in as much truth as my mind can tolerate. My story may mean nothing to you, but I believe, that if these words were to fall into the right hands, then they could have the potential to change someone's life, someone's mind. At a young age I learned what it meant to carry the scorching secrets of a fiery hell. For years I allowed the flames to consume my mind as I proceeded to live a life devoted to destruction and chaos. I blamed my mother. I blamed the men that raped me. I blamed the woman that refused to love me back. But when the smoke cleared, the mirror on the wall only painted a single reflection, that of myself. So, when the big bad wolf no longer blows, yet the house still falls, who will I have to blame then? Only me.

Hybrid Mate by Abbydare

My name is Red. I'm a so called hybrid. No one know but my family. My whole family is actually consists of hybrids. My dad is a demon and werewolf. My mom is a Angel and a Fairy. I am mostly a werewolf and Angel. But like I said my whole family is full of hybrids. From me to my great, great, great, great, great, great, great grandparents. Yeah my whole family is pretty much hybrids. My wolf's name is Mia, and about the Angel, I'm a shadow angel. Which means I am very important to the Angel community. I'm the last known shadow Angel. The only bad part about being an Angel means your beautiful. But you don't get that beauty til your 16. I'm 15 and my birthday is almost here and I can't wait to get out of this ugly stage. My wolf though can't wait because I will be able to find my mate. But they might reject me because I'm the least liked person in my school. But my school also thinks I'm human.

The Moon Shines On Starlight by Notyours_45

*Warning ahead content contains animal abuse It was dimmed. I couldn't see. Oh, but I could smell. The sweet scents all around me. Then I smelled her. I immediately knew who she was. My mother. My creator. I went over to her screaming my way between my two siblings. Although I was just a puppy, I could recognize my surroundings. When I was finished drinking the milk from my mother, I moved away. I felt a hard surface underneath me. There were plenty of other scents too. One that smelled delicious. I also couldn't hear, but I could feel movement. I was removed from the hard surface and handed a much softer place. There were these weird bumps over the softer surface. It moved me around, and I was set back down in place on the floor. A couple of weeks passed though I couldn't feel it. Each day felt as if I was still a newborn. Time was not essential in my mind. As I got older, my senses started to sharpen. I could see and hear, but the one thing I couldn't see was color. All I saw was black and gray. My mother was very furry, but so was I. I would often smell her, and I liked how her scent smelled sweet. When I could, I would find food around a dumpster. We were learning more as we got older. I had two sisters and two brothers, as I was one of the girls. We spoke to each other often, my siblings and me. "Let's go, children." Mother said to us in a soft voice. We knew how to communicate. When we fought over food mother, would tell at us. I didn't like being in trouble. I was usually quiet. One day I learned the soft surface that I had encountered was a human hand. I had felt that same surface when a human came up to us. The human loaded all of us in their vehicle. We came upon this strange building. The human let us out in this strange building. There were many scents. I couldn't place them all at once. I concentrated on one specific scent. Strawberry. It smelled so sweet, and it started to hurt my nose.

BROKEN VOWS (Lucas & Emilia Book 1) by ArianaClarkAuthor

Choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved... including her. It's why I left the small town where I grew up and vowed never to return. I'm no longer the "golden boy with a bright future" they all remember. Instead, I carry the scars of a tortured past. A broken man deemed unfit, even by the Navy SEALs he'd dedicated the past decade to serve. What was supposed to be a quick trip to sell my parents' property turned into this twisted journey that forced me to confront my demons. And then there she was. My first love, and deepest regret. The woman who still owns every piece of my blackened heart. When she asked for my time, I couldn't refuse. Now I can't walk away. Not after hearing of the danger her husband, a missing FBI agent, has brought to her doorstep. After everything, I owe her my help. It's why I offer to protect her and her two little girls from the danger circling them. It's a vow I never should have made, given the trail of bodies I've left in my wake. Like the harbinger of death, I'm the last man either of us should trust. In the Broken Redemption Series, one man's vow to protect the woman he lost becomes a battle between redemption, forgiveness, and the kind of love that refuses to let go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lucas & Emilia's story begins here: Book 1 of their Broken Redemption arc. Each couple's love story in the Broken Redemption Series is told over multiple books and forms a complete arc within this collection of connected romances set in the small town of Ruby Creek. There's no required reading order, but if you'd like to start at the very beginning, you're right where you belong. Lucas & Emilia are the first couple, followed by James & Annelly, whose story begins with Broken Misery (Broken Redemption Series - Book 1 of their arc).

The Fifth Variable: Uncontained by EzmareldaVi4

They were never meant to exist. Feared. Branded abominations. Five children with power so lethal the world refuses to understand them. Azrielle is the deadliest of all, and Keagen stands beside her, silent, controlled, unpredictable. In a world on the edge of chaos, one question lingers: What if the monsters were never the problem... but the only hope? ‼️TW‼️ 1. Torture scenes 2. Death 3. Blood ⚠️ Disclaimer & Copyright Notice: This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, powers, names, and settings are entirely the creation of the author. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is purely coincidental.

BROKEN COURAGE (Lucas & Emilia Book 3) by ArianaClarkAuthor

While tortured and held captive as a prisoner of war, she became my reason to keep breathing. The force that fueled my will to fight. To survive. When I woke after the rescue to discover the life I thought I was coming home to was but a figment of my imagination, hallucinations brought about by pain, desperation, and isolation... it nearly broke me. Fifteen years since I first lost her, at last, we have a second chance. Holding her in my arms, finally feeling the warmth of her skin as she melts under my touch, is like a dream. She and her two little girls are now as essential to my existence as the air I breathe. However, just as things start falling into place, the universe steps in, threatening to take it all away. I used to think that choosing her cost me everything I'd ever loved, but now I see that in choosing her and her children, I have the chance to reclaim all that I lost. They are my salvation. My true path to redemption. Which is why I'll leave no stone unturned, why I will scorch this world to the ground if that's what it takes to save them. And when I do, I will fight to convince her once and for all they are meant to be mine, just as I was destined to be theirs. In the Broken Redemption Series, one man's vow to protect the woman he lost becomes a battle between redemption, forgiveness, and the kind of love that refuses to let go. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is Book 3 of Lucas & Emilia's Broken Redemption arc, the emotional conclusion to their story. For the full journey, start with Book 1: Broken Vows.

Melancholy by ruani_writes

She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

Flaming Grace by LunaRavena

Ever since I could remember my parents have always said I'm special,not the your great at sports special or the just because you can not make friends special but the your the only hybrid special. I started showing sighs of magic at a young age after my first shift. Since I am the first of my kind, I have trouble controlling my powers and my parents have always warned me to never let that happen because it would cause others to want to use it against me or for evil. This did not became more apparent than the day I witnessed them die. Before they died they had told me that the only way for me to control my powers was if I found my mate because then I'd have balance but as luck would have it when I did find my mate, he rejected me so I have been living my life as a human. Its been nearly a decade and a half since their death, I had made peace with what happened in the past but the past has not made peace with me so it seems... Secrets from the past are revealed, a possibility of love comes into play, families reunite and shadows loom over to shatter what has been forgotten but will it come to pass... Read for more

Hide And Keep by Queen-Of-Weird

(H20Delirious X Fem. Reader) "wιll we вe ғree?" I asked He smiled, thats what I'm after. The smile on his face and sound of his laughter. "we wιll вe ғree тogeтнer! yoυ and мe!" He answered ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Being an orphan, you don't have a lot of experience's or happy memories. Especially if your orphanage uses you for human experiments. The pain...the agony- the screams of the other kids I once called friends and played with...all gone and replaced with despair. Only teddy could keep me company and keep me sane. Till one day, a new boy was brought in and he was strange. But he interested the kids, even the scientists. He was placed in my room and he never spoke a word to anyone. He would wake up in the middle of the night and gasp for air like if there never was any. But he was my friend. Things changed and a few years later, the orphanage was attacked. Two people came in and killed the scientists but spared the children. While making an attempt to escape, I was caught by the remaining scientists and taken away. The screams of my friend echoing behind me as I tried to escape... Such a waste as I became strong and have long forgotten those memories. But side effects came with the experiments they played with. Y/N is the name and being psychotic is my game. Don't try to catch me cause I can read you like a book in a grand library. Secrets are never kept when the walls an objects around you speak your truth... ╭⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯⌯╮ First Published: June 25, 2021

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The Hell I Carry

It's funny how a memory has the potential to weasel its way up from the depths of one's mind and float effortlessly on its surface. We are then forced to re-live the moments we have spent decades burying beneath amicable smiles and a false sense of security. This is my story; one shrouded in as much truth as my mind can tolerate. My story may mean nothing to you, but I believe, that if these words were to fall into the right hands, then they could have the potential to change someone's life, someone's mind. At a young age I learned what it meant to carry the scorching secrets of a fiery hell. For years I allowed the flames to consume my mind as I proceeded to live a life devoted to destruction and chaos. I blamed my mother. I blamed the men that raped me. I blamed the woman that refused to love me back. But when the smoke cleared, the mirror on the wall only painted a single reflection, that of myself. So, when the big bad wolf no longer blows, yet the house still falls, who will I have to blame then? Only me.