Paleblood
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Última publicación jue, sep 23, 2021
Ever since old times,the world was in constant turmoil,ravaged by either war,or mysterious anomalies known as Sources. Now,400 years later, a large-scale Source forced itself open,far in the west of the Hintertomb Region. Before long,Monsters crossed into the human world,spreading chaos,along with an illness known as Beasthood,driving sane people mad,and twisting them into horrid monstrosities. Not all is lost,however. That is why the world has certain,Gifted People,known simply as Hunters. This is their story.
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Book 1: Earth
Earth seems to be thriving in current days. More than ever it seems the days of fear and destruction are behind them. However, something decides now is the time for conquest. As the countries escape this invasion, they're running out of time before the whole world, and the Realms beyond, succumb to this powerful oppressor. However, America has a secret. He is an angelic, a being created from this tyrant. Others of his kind have already succumbed to its Will, and it seems he is the only one left. With the help of Russia he discovers that not everything you hear is truth, and that love is stronger than most believe it to be. Maybe America has the strength after all to save his family, and all of Angelic kind. This is mine, no stealy stealy!
Earthly takeover
{ countryhumans x reader } Earth, a magnificent planet with tons of life, enveloped in lush vegetation, inhabited by countless species of animals, insects, and any sort of life! However, amid this vibrant tapestry, an unforeseen presence lurks: the countryhumans. Ever since Earth's inception, from the Pangea to the present, these creatures have governed earth. While one might assume they would respect humans, and live at the same level as them. The reality is far more different. The countryhumans would never dare place themself as low as a human. They would rather disappear. The only ever beings they would even place their level at, would be beings like those of companies and etc. The countryhumans embody humanly impossible powers; Possessing unimaginable strength, lightning-fast agility, and a chilling immortality that sets them apart from humanity. They're self aware on how strong they are compared to the average mortal human. And they're pleased by it. Now, dear reader, how does this affect you? Well you live in this universe and planet of course! And you my friend had just made the biggest mistake by merely existing here, also why did you just curse a fucking countryhuman out?!
The Allegory of Transcendence
In the darkness of the void, an enigma was born and brought chaos into the creation called life. It sought shelter within the heart of mortals, morphing their body and souls; into creatures of darkness that mortal kind has never seen. But as an omnipotent deity, the creator of the stars, and father of all mortal kind became aware of evil's existence. It descended from the realm it resides and imprisoned darkness as it began to shroud the world it created. However, as long as there are mortal hearts that yields to the darkness of their soul, evil shall find a way to crawl its way out and devour the world again. Let's go on an adventure, explore the world through different timelines, and witness how the story develops as our characters engage with the deterrents darkness has created, as evil will always find its way to wreak havoc and chaos. Welcome to Allegory of Transcendence.
The Devil's Crybaby
Eliza Labelle had survived a shooting that should have killed her, but surviving turned out to be the beginning of her problems rather than the end. After waking in a hospital bed with a bullet wound and a government determined to bury the incident, she discovered that the man responsible had vanished behind the walls of a place most people only whispered about. While her family tried to push her back into her privileged city life, strange events and growing unease made it impossible for her to forget what happened. When she was suddenly taken from everything she knew and dragged beyond the safety of the world she had grown up in, Eliza found herself trapped in a brutal land ruled by old loyalties, hidden power structures, and people who lived by laws far different from those of the city. As she struggled to survive among dangerous strangers, she uncovered secrets that connected powerful families, forbidden territories, and a world that had been carefully hidden from ordinary people. The deeper she was pulled into that world, the harder it became to separate friend from enemy, truth from manipulation, and survival from sacrifice. What began as a fight to return home slowly became a journey that forced her to confront the darkest parts of human nature, the cost of loyalty, and the reality that some doors could never be closed once they were opened.
No Bullets for the Beast
It was supposed to be his last day on the job. Unluckily for Killjoy, this crazed, cannibalistic beast tried to make it his last day on Earth. Killjoy had taken this god-forsaken mission for a little bit extra money before he would quit. He was tired. The middle-aged bounty hunter had etched his name across American mythos after decades of killing, gunslinging, and doing dirty work for one too many fat, greedy pigs. It was easy work, but the man can't get any older after years of doing it. And with a wife at home who he visited only so many times he could them on his one hand, and a daughter whose face he can barely remember year to year, it was time to hang up the boots. But when he is told about one job that could potentially set not only himself and his family for life, but for generations to come, Killjoy decides to screw it and do one last mission. The money he made was good, but not enough to last them. The reward? The deed to a gold mine. And the job? To investigate some desolate woods for missing people. It was as easy as they came. What a load of crap. The second Killjoy stepped foot into those forests, he knew something was not right. Desecrated bodies, the eerily empty mines and woods devoid of any light or humans, and the gnawing hunger that grew in him no matter how much he ate through his rations. Something was not right. And when Killjoy laid his eyes on it, he knew it was either fight or die.Concluida
His Imprint | ᵃⁿᵗʰᵒⁿʸ ᵉᵈʷᵃʳᵈˢ
He's not a man -He's darkness that remembers her soul. He doesn't love -He consumes. He doesn't love the way mortals do. He claims , he marks -He imprints! He waited centuries for her soul to ripen-She was always his. & no matter how far she runs , she'll always come back-because you don't choose the devil when the devil has already chosen you. * Trigger Warning * This story includes sex, violent sex/rape , cursing, personality disorder , and violence. Please read with caution ⚠️
Fate's Curse
The earth crunched beneath my feet, the harsh, cold wind biting my face as I ran through the dense forest. It was closing in on me. I could sense it. Its warm breath against the back of my neck, its footsteps thundering through the trees, its feral snarls and snapping jaws. But it was just a dream. A night terror that has haunted me for the past few months. Or was it... A mysterious howl echoes through the woods. A beast, calling her closer. Why her? Why would it want her?Concluida
Pessimistic Coodies (RusAme)
The tall tale of the later hardships faced by "the gifted child". As Russia ages, he finds his life dulling because he has nothing to live for. He had already succeeded in so much that his life loses purpose. One fateful day he unexpectedly befriends America who understands exactly how he is feeling. He persuades Russia to partake in deadly events with him to help him feel excitement again. Intelligently gifted depressed psychopaths should never become addicted to danger... or become besties. 🦠🦠🦠 America glances back over to me with a menacing grin plastered onto his face. He laughs and its echo haunts my ears. "I don't think I'm insane; surely my entire situation is understandable. If it weren't, I would've been put into that asylum when I was younger." I stare into his doe mismatched colored eyes. What the hell did I get myself into? "America, you are insane." I repeat. I was truly at a loss for words and had conflicting emotions. Crossing the street blindfolded was the last thing I had expected him to try. And yet, I was even more disturbed at how much I wanted to try it for myself... "And so are you, Russia." he says chillingly as if he had a key to my gated mind. "We are not so different and you know it. You are not normal; you revealed that to me in your past. Our horrible childhoods molded us into what we are today. " "I'm not fucking crazy." I tell him, "I find hobbies to feel alive- not to try to kill myself!" 🦠🦠🦠 **Not the story you will be expecting** ⚠️ Warning: This is a fictional novel, so please don't attempt or copy anything life threatening that these characters do, thanks TuT 💗 All art is mine :) 🫧 - Yes, there are many allusions to famous works of literature because I am an obsessed fanatic for them!! Also I included a shit ton of symbolism and foreshadowing. So be on the look out for everything! ✨ ;)Concluida
Earth seems to be thriving in current days. More than ever it seems the days of fear and destruction are behind them. However, something decides now is the time for conquest. As the countries escape this invasion, they're running out of time before the whole world, and the Realms beyond, succumb to this powerful oppressor. However, America has a secret. He is an angelic, a being created from this tyrant. Others of his kind have already succumbed to its Will, and it seems he is the only one left. With the help of Russia he discovers that not everything you hear is truth, and that love is stronger than most believe it to be. Maybe America has the strength after all to save his family, and all of Angelic kind. This is mine, no stealy stealy!
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