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First Round at the Market Tavern

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It's the end of the beginning of the first half of humanity, and things are warming up. We have an enslaved human sacrifice trying to figure out how to convince hades, to let him out of the underworld, so he can seek revenge for being put there alive, by the nastiest of people...Hilarity ensues...Todos os Direitos Reservados

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I.O.U., de Ayanna_Wild

It's a mystery how exactly you got to the point that you owe the devil himself so many favors. You won't tell a soul, and he seems to enjoy keeping the reason behind it all a mystery. So if the Devil tells you to jump, you ask how high. If the Devil tells you to run, you ask how far. If he tells you to follow him, then you will, all the way to hell and back.

FOR OUR GOD - SPOOKY MONTH (AU), de hopelesspetals

TRIGGER WARNING! THIS IS A HEAVY TOPIC KIND OF BOOK THAT CONTAINS THE FOLLOWING: HOMICIDE, BLOOD/GORE, MAJOR DEATH (+ CHILD DEATH), CULT ACTIVITY, MENTIONS OF S/H, AND MORE! IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THIS KIND OF STUFF YET YOU STILL WANT TO READ: YOU'VE BEEN WARNED! MOST CHARACTERS BELONG TO SR PELO, NOT ME! SIDE NOTE: THIS BOOK IS MADE BY THE OFFICAL AU CREATOR! DO NOT STEAL THIS STORY IN ANY WAY AND CLAIM IT TO BE YOURS, BECAUSE IT IS MINE! DRAW FANART OF IT, MAKE STORIES OF IT, DO WHATEVER, BUT I WILL NOT ALLOW FOR ANYONE TO STEAL MY WORK. ------------------------ I've always been a part of a cult with a sadistic leader and a mythical god we worship by sacrificing children. Since then, the town has grown bigger and bigger, and we might've been forgotten. Or at least, all of us, except our leader. Yet the police have found out about us since the fateful day they entered the house on the hill, which is where we sacrifice our victims. They know who we are. They're trying to spread the word because they know our tendencies and have seen us before, but nobody believes them, not even the mayor. Because there's more of us and they don't know it. They should be careful of our leader, though. Who knows what he'll do to the civilians after he killed most of us and turned us into his puppets to torment, play with, and especially control to hunt and capture the citizens for him. He'll probably turn them all into his puppets, too. Even though we've caught more children than we used to, we can't help but feel betrayed. We were supposed to do this together, Atticus. Remember? That's the reason why we're a cult, right? But this is for our god, after all. ------------------------ (ALT NAME FOR AU: HYPNOTIC HELL (YH)) (Inspired by Spooky Month Nightmare Parade by @staticCL1NG on Twitter & Island of the Slaughtered by @eaveery.css on Tiktok)

The Luzīīs: Fates, de MazuCabbie

°Facing the problems on your own is hard. °Lacking answers for those questions are troublesome. °New world, new life. °Forget the past and move on. °Find the true purpose of your existence. °And accept the Fate of who you really are. "Those are some pledges that a Luziis should remember". The First Installment of The Luzīīs: Series. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ Release Date: 12-30-18 Book Ends: 6-08-19 ©Copyright 2018. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ PS: Sorry for the words I missed to wrote and also the grammar, I promise that after this book. I will edit every chapter for clarification.

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[ Echoes of Reminiscence ], de _amberxi_

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The Karma Project, de knikole_

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Rise of Ancients: The Sample, de Tac0FromHell

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I'm Tired, de hheng07

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I.O.U.

It's a mystery how exactly you got to the point that you owe the devil himself so many favors. You won't tell a soul, and he seems to enjoy keeping the reason behind it all a mystery. So if the Devil tells you to jump, you ask how high. If the Devil tells you to run, you ask how far. If he tells you to follow him, then you will, all the way to hell and back.