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Dante the Everlasting

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Everlasting, a phrase used to describe the ever present me. I, who have lived since the dawn of many of life's creatures, am damned to exist until their ultimate demise. Meaning, I cannot die no matter how many times you kill me. A true immortal unfortunately, and if you ask me, living is a pain in the ass. I've tried dying so many times that I've lost count. When the waves swallowed the earth whole the second time, I thought maybe I would die. I didn't. I thought I would die in Babylon. I didn't. I thought maybe the Trajan wars both non human and human would kill me. They didn't. I had hoped that the pirates and witch hunts might, but I only learned that drowning for five years straight at the bottom of the ocean sucked and burning at the stake was done and over with. Then I thought maybe the world wars and civil wars across the globe might. They didn't. Now I'm stuck in the 21st century, bored out of my damn mind as I continue to 'die' every night only to end up healing the moment a blade cuts me. The only thing I haven't done, is try and end the world myself. What's a guy gotta do to end his miserable life? Destroy everything? Because I'm starting to think that might be best.All Rights Reserved

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In Shadows of Night by dstry0515

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

Her Last Hope by L-dreamer

Her POV: He was heartless, ruthless, cruel, calculating... there was not even one ounce of humanity in him-no trace of empathy or mercy, no place for love or kindness in his heart. He ruined me, humiliated me, crushed me... But he was powerful, strong, terrifying... no one dared to cross him or stand in his way. And so, I was left alone to bear the consequences of things I hadn't done. I promised I would avenge my dignity and my hard work, one way or another... But fate had other plans. He claimed that he loved me, but his actions revealed his true colors. And I- I never thought I was capable of hating someone so deeply, but I hated him with everything I had left in me. His POV: I was the king of the world-the most powerful man you'd ever meet. Cold and merciless, no one dared stand against me. Everyone sought my approval. They feared my wrath and worshipped my name. Everyone... except her. She was the woman who made my heart beat for the first time. The woman who looked past my power and saw the man beneath it. The only one who wanted nothing from me, while I wanted everything from her. But I couldn't blame her for despising me. Not after everything I had done. For the first time in my life, I was wrong. And I only realized it when it was too late. Still, I vowed-if she ever came back into my life, I would never let her go again. I never imagined I could love someone that much... but I loved her with everything I had.

The reborn villainess; the end was just the beginning by lovelytig

My hands were stretched out to him. Expressing what my voice couldn't. I needed his help - even if it's just this once - I'd hoped he helped me. But he didn't reach out to me. Instead, I watch him turn his back at me. I watch him walk away when I needed him the most. Even after all she said, there was a part of me that hoped it wasn't true. Even if he doesn't love me - I'd thought he would at the very least liked me... maybe? I thought all the things I did for him would make him see me, tolerate me or something. But no. We kept drifting further apart. And it's all my fault. I simply did too much. I trusted the wrong person. Did the craziest things for love. Forgot my self worth. All these to earn his approval, his acknowledgment - for him to see me - none of which ever happened. And now, here I am. Lying in the pool of my own blood for someone who doesn't even care for my life or death. Oh, how I wish I could turn back time! I refuse to face my family like this. This is too shameful. For I've fallen too far from the woman I was raised to be. I dare not face my mama. Now, for the first time ever, I wish not to be seen, heard or even thought of- I wish not to be saved. I wish my soul disintegrates and scatters into nothingness . I wish to be completely erased from the universe. This story isn't edited yet. I apologize for some mistakes you might see. Your comments and advices are appreciated as this is my first book so it might be quite... Thank you

Seven Emotions [Process of Editing] by ottereggrock

Books Aren't Like The Real World Spin-Off (Oh BrEe WhYd YoU cHaNgE tHe CoNcEpT?!: Because I can.) ------- There's a legend that tells a tale of a group of 7, immortal and dangerous. They roam around Earth every few centuries and destroy what mankind works hard for. That is, if this legend is even true at all. -|-|-|-|-|- *Warning* -Profanity -Completely rushed -Lots of characters you have to remember -|-|-|-|-|- Seven emotions: Rage, Fear, Envious, Sadness, Happy, Disgust, and Anticipation, all with their certain powers. Ideally, they're immortal, but the more power they use, the more their life shortens. Certain requirements had to be made so that they could live on Earth and breath the oxygen. And after so many years of fighting and fighting, having almost no time to live the lives they want, they give up, spending what normal teenagers would use to play video games or go shopping to train and increase their magic. With another big attack coming along soon, Rage is going to go into Immortal's Death for sure, Envious, Happiness and many others are certainly going to be on the brink of it. With training and modern technology blocking their lives, is it a good thing when someone, specifically a boy who claims he's a spawn of Satan, enters their world? ----- Highest Rank:#26 7/26/17 ---- Started: April 29th, 2017 Finished: August 17th, 2017

Rituals, Regrets, and Really Dumb People by jbfrankhfdc

You ever have a dream? Everyone has dreams. I mean a dream like wanting to be an astronaut or president or that such. I have a dream like that; I want to take over the world and cast humanity into an eternal darkness, with me as its cruel emperor. I've worked hard to achieve this dream too. I've practiced vile magics. I've honed my alchemy. I've amassed an army of demons, mutants, and cultists. Hell, I even worship a vile god to boot. Do you have that sort of dedication to your dreams? I do. And I'm so close to realizing it fully--well, I was close. I would have achieved it if it wasn't for that priestess and her damnable curse. Now I'm not even sure I'll make it to next week without my legions uprising or some other tyrant trying to usurp me. Oh, sweet Darkness. Please, someone, anyone, help me. **Warning**: Crude language and cartoon violence. **Updated every Friday

All I am (Completed) by Kyokithewriter

The balance of the universe is all about the balance of the forces. If one power is stronger than another then the earth would literally turn upside down and everyone and everything would die or cease to exist- that is in theory. I thought it was some hoax to make sure that the on going war between the heavens and the underworld does not end and underworld forces do not win. What if it is true and all I have to do is make everything right and we all go back to our lives? I mean, I have reason to believe that this was a fable and this is my time to prove that I am better than god and all of his creations. Fuck, I am one of his creations.

Before The Rebuild: The Prequel to Rebuilt by jros1120

Before Mike, before the love story people know now, there was me-raw, broken, and surviving. This is the truth I never thought I'd be strong enough to tell. I was 22 years old when my life shattered. I was raped in a back alley and left bleeding, alone. When I turned to the police, hoping for help, they didn't protect me-they shamed me. They called me slurs. They asked me what I'd done to deserve it. What I had worn. Whether I had "led him on." No one believed me. Nine months later, I gave birth to my son. I named him Aerion Jace Rosier-Aj. His name means strength, wisdom and power in Greek. I gave him that name because i wanted him to have everything I felt had been stolen from me. He was my light, even in the darkest time of my life. But the darkness wasn't done with me. My two older children, Samuel and Emilie, ended up with my first ex's mother, and I lost all parental rights to them. And then came the 18 months of sex trafficking. They used Aj as collateral-my baby was the only reason i obeyed. I was forced to do what they wanted, or they would have killed him. They only let me see him for one hour each day. I was deprived of food, stripped of dignity, starved down to 75 pounds. I remember the blue car Aj was in the day the police sting finally saved us. But even after we were freed, i wasn't really free. the PTSD haunted me. I avoided certain materials, certain places, even certain sounds. And every night, I heard the voices. Every relationship after that was wrong-narcissists who broke me down even further. Men who convinced me I was unworthy, unwanted. My current ex even told my son Aj that he wasn't wanted-that he was nothing. I let it happen, and the guilt kills me. I became "the girl who never cried." I thought if I never cried, maybe none of it really happened. But the truth is, it didn't. And it changed me.

Moonstone| Blades Saga book 1| Completed by Celestialshay

I grew up being told that demons and angels weren't real. That magic were just fairy tales. I'm just a ordinary teenager, or so I thought. I'm Paris Celia. After one day my life change forever. Now I'm in a world full of demons, magic, and angels. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ "Are you ready to die?" The evil melodic voice asked. His creamy eyes had a hold me. I closed my eyes and tears escaped. "Step away from her." My only hope shouted out. The voice was all to familiar. I stare at the shadowy figure coming closer to me. A sliver light cuts through the evil, but beautiful man. I fall to my knees feeling worthless. I almost died. Darkness surrounds me slipping me into a vulnerable slumber. ---------- This is a semi-religious book. I do not mean to offend anyone in anyway with this book and story line. This is completely edited too.

Slay My Soul by CassidyRoseNZ

There once was a girl who had a little curl right in the middle of her forehead, and when she was good she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid. Ok admittedly I don't have a curl, and I don't plan on being horrid. I plan to be their worst fucking nightmare. They took the love of my life from me, and they have broken me more than any of their previous attempts could ever dream to. But the jokes on them. My pain is my gain, and I will use it to destroy them. I will solve the prophecy and end this ridiculous power struggle. I will watch their blood fall to the swing of my sword, and I will do it with a smile on my face. My only concern is what will be left of me once the bodies fall. My inner darkness is a crazy, bloodthirsty bitch that enjoys wreaking havoc. I'm not sure that's quite what the Fate's had in mind as their champion and future queen. Meh, fuck it. Let the chips fall where they may. This is the final book in the Pieces of Me trilogy. This is not a stand-alone. Please note this is a reverse harem/ why choose book. Please read the trigger warnings inside. Explicit content R18 readers.

Life and Death by Nyxxsa97

Disclaimer: This novel involves abuse, sexual abuse and suicide. A destiny I never chose. A life I never wanted. A heart I swore never to give again. Death should have been my release. Instead, I awoke in another world... in another body... in another life. It should have been a second chance. But scars don't fade just because the skin is new. The memories still haunt me, silent shadows that twist my every thought, every fear, every breath. I care for no one. I trust nothing. I wish only for an end... yet something, some cruel, invisible force always pulls me back from the edge. I am a pawn dressed in silk and gold, forced into a game I never agreed to play. But even in a heart frozen by trauma, the warmth of life begins to seep in. Slowly, I begin to feel again. To breathe again. To hope. Then fate strikes once more. Another decision, made without me. Another future, sealed by hands not my own. And I realize... I may have escaped death, but not destiny. In a world of monsters, thrones and betrayal, can a shattered soul carve her own fate or will the past always bind her to a future she never wanted?

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In Shadows of Night

I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.