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The Lost And The Damned Of War

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Reads 220
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Parts 10
Time 51m

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My house in the distance waves from the heat, my eyes blur and my head pounds. The arrow that whizzed by, still planted deep into the ground as I come up to the gate. It sits there, mocking me about the years of hate and pain. I grip the arrow firmly and pull it out of the ground and snap it in half. I throw it to the ground, and open the gate slowly as if it was made out of brick.All Rights Reserved

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Millenium - The Tale of a Cruel World by JohnNichols13

The galaxy has seen one thousand years of bitter war. Exactly one millennium ago, The Emperor, ruler of the universe and the Saviour of the Mortal Realm, sought a large tear in the space-time continuum. He found that this tear led to a dimension home to vile demonic creatures, meant to remain imprisoned in the hellish grasp of this abyssal world. Alas, he was over-ambitious, as he entered the interdimensional portal, and was struck down by an army secretly built up by conniving demon lords to invade and pulverise the Mortal Realm. These creatures are driven by primal instincts and bitter vengeance, and strive to destroy and sow chaos and strife among their prey. Once a prosperous and thriving future for the galaxy, the empire has perished in the fires of revenge, heresy and betrayal. The foul legions of evil slaughter their way ever closer to the heart of the empire, while other threats, like terror groups, otherworldly civilisations and alien monstrosities drown entire sectors of space into bloated realms of corruption and death. There is no room for weakness or mercy. Across the vastness of space, there is only war and the echoing laughter of death and despair.

Moon's Assassin by Jenevieve00

Rejected by her mate because she was thought to be weak. He was wrong. //\\//\\//\\ I hear a sorrowful howl promising vengeance. Hearing the sound I let my head fall back watching the darkening sky as soon the air is filled with hundreds of howls mourning their late Alpha and sending their empathy to their late Luna's suffering. Listening my eyes close as the wind blows, listening to the beautiful melancholy of the pack's song. "I always find this type of howl the most beautiful." His voice while was unexpected, was a welcome distraction from my self loathing thoughts. "Does it ever break your heart?" //\\//\\//\\ ***UNDER SERIOUS EDITING AND CONSTRUCTION***

The Mark by ZackBForSure

It was a dark, windy night. A storm was coming in, and it was beginning to rain.Daniel gripped his left arm. Blood dripped from it, and mixed with the puddles on the ground. The knife in his arm needed to be removed, or else it would become infected,and that meant even more pain. Daniel fell against a tree with a soft "thud". He grabbed the handle of the knife, and ripped it out of his arm, the blood glistening in the moonlight. What would he do now? Where would he go? These were the words that were racing through Daniel's mind. It's just hard to believe that this all started only three days ago...

Exile: The Book of Ever by JamesCormier

Centuries after the Fall, the United States has been wiped away. The crumbling remains of the great American empire are home now only to savage, lawless tribes and packs of ravening Damned-the twisted children of the apocalypse. Most of those few who survived humanity's destruction spend their short lives in a violent struggle for survival. But some light still flickers in the darkness: the Blessed of Bountiful live in seclusion, relying on walls both physical and spiritual to protect them from the Desolation that their world has become. Among them are the Saints, those few men and women born with superhuman abilities that the Blessed see as gifts from God. The violent apostate tribes of the Northeast Kingdom have always been a danger, but up until recently its small size and the vigilance of its people have made Bountiful an unappealing target. As attacks on the community grow harsher and more frequent, however, even the steadfast Blessed are forced to start preparing for the worst. With her home's very existence threatened, seventeen year old Ever Oaks, a Saint with the power to heal, is forced to make a difficult choice, one that may come to define her people's future... Exile was a semi-finalist in Mark Lawrence's Great Self-Published Fantasy Blog-Off (#SPFBO). Fantasy Faction said it was "extremely cool," and Bookish Lifestyle called it "more than just a story, a journey and an experience." When I'm asked about it, I often describe it as "X-Men meets The Walking Dead." In addition to reading it here for free, you can buy Exile in e-book or paperback on Amazon.com.

Never mess with time travel: The Ice Age by RedSnow1997

You remember in Brave when she wanted to change her fate somehow I was able to do the same thing go back in time change my form no one will notice I'm gone no one will remember unless I'm there and no one there will remember me not being there as if I've always been apart of their lives. Word to the wise be careful what you wish for and never I repeat never mess with time travel I've heard enough of messing with it from my paranoid younger brother. I don't own these characters

The Mafia's Mercy by Laisha_Gardner

I stepped into the doorway, turning back to look at him as he tucked his hands into his navy blue jean's pockets. Despite my obvious insecurity, I leaped against my timidity, asking, "Will I ever see you again?" There I was, standing with the door wide open before a man that I didn't know, begging that he'd say that he'd be interested in seeing me again some day. After a brief moment's silence, he stepped toward me, closing the short distance between us. The knuckle of his index finger gently lifted my chin, the pad of his thumb brushing the shadow beneath my lips. My heart fluttered in my chest, my eyes drawn to his compelling ones as he murmured, "I'm dangerous, doll. I'd do you good if I stayed away." I should've left it alone. I should've listened and shut the door, but I didn't. I couldn't. ~the Mafia's Mercy~ She saw it happen, but she was smart enough to pretend she didn't. She understood why it happened. She understood why it had to happen. What she didn't understand is why they didn't hurt her brother. What she didn't understand is why they didn't hurt her. From the moment she laid eyes on him, she knew her life was set to change forever. The Mafia doesn't kill your parents and leave witnesses behind. How do they make the best use of them? When they're adolescents, they don't dispose of them. Instead, he plans, nurtures, and when he's ready, he exploits.

Static by hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

The Tattoo | Maze Runner | Gally x Reader by CrankThatWICKEDWolf

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Code: 213 by BlackAmiraWritesBack

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Revolution- Runaways 3 [EDITING] by _silverlining_98

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Millenium - The Tale of a Cruel World cover

Moon's Assassin cover

Exile: The Book of Ever cover

Never mess with time travel: The Ice Age cover

The Mafia's Mercy cover

The Tattoo | Maze Runner | Gally x Reader cover

Code: 213 cover

Revolution- Runaways 3 [EDITING] cover

Millenium - The Tale of a Cruel World

The galaxy has seen one thousand years of bitter war. Exactly one millennium ago, The Emperor, ruler of the universe and the Saviour of the Mortal Realm, sought a large tear in the space-time continuum. He found that this tear led to a dimension home to vile demonic creatures, meant to remain imprisoned in the hellish grasp of this abyssal world. Alas, he was over-ambitious, as he entered the interdimensional portal, and was struck down by an army secretly built up by conniving demon lords to invade and pulverise the Mortal Realm. These creatures are driven by primal instincts and bitter vengeance, and strive to destroy and sow chaos and strife among their prey. Once a prosperous and thriving future for the galaxy, the empire has perished in the fires of revenge, heresy and betrayal. The foul legions of evil slaughter their way ever closer to the heart of the empire, while other threats, like terror groups, otherworldly civilisations and alien monstrosities drown entire sectors of space into bloated realms of corruption and death. There is no room for weakness or mercy. Across the vastness of space, there is only war and the echoing laughter of death and despair.