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TALES OF AZIRA ~MARK OF AZIRA

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Parts 8
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"J-Jason?"asked a voice but kierra could not see  clearly as black spots danced on her eyes the world was spinning and she could feel herself getting weaker . it wasn't long before she was on her knees and could hear Jason calling her but his voice sounded like it was far away her body collided with the ground and all went black....

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His Phoenix |Severus x Reader| by DannyRose28

|<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>| -Pain. Pain was all that was left. My blood brothers watching me being swept away. Wet , thick, furious, waves groped onto me. Refusing mercy, forcing gasps in and out of my mouth. My body drenched, soaked, my body shivering with the pain already inflicted. My petite baby wings struggled against the strong current. "YN! Come on! Grab my hand-" The eldest of the flock went to reach out, his shaky hands stretching far as they could go. With a simple shove, I couldn't pull myself above the water. Fire rose, and it wasn't happy to leave. Wings flying above, as my people shouted. Getting themselves to safety. We were still too young. Too weak and our wings couldn't function, we were just flightless phoenix's. The 3 ran along the river, shouting, screaming for help. Trying to get our parents but they were just too focused on the war. "Avada Kedavra!" A feminine voice pitched with a psycho laugh screaming at the end. My uncle fell with his wings limping. Joining me in the ocean. "Uncle!" I cried out. My hands gripping onto him as his body was still floating on the water. Sobs screamed out, our home tree falling. Death eaters everywhere. The sight of falling Phoenix's traumatised me. It was a blood bath. My brothers tried to reach out once again. But the worrying dark witch, chased them. All that I could do. Was hold onto my uncle's lifeless body for support. Crying into his chest. However something broke out. A feeling, something unlocking in my mind. With anger, pain, sadness, my eyes gleamed at the death eater. Pain flickering, staring her down. She looked shocked. Surprised even. Stepping back, instead of killing me. She ran off. I was the first Phoenix with magic. |<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>|

The Corruption Within Us by Seth189

WARNING: this book includes blood, manipulation, cursing, and mature topics (not smut please don't think that). Feel free to click off if any of these make you uncomfortable. ~•~ Something about it was so mysterious about this cave, and I wanted to know more. I entered the cave and saw a red crystal sealed in ice. "Woah." I whispered. The crystal glowed and the ice shattered. I jumped back and fell to the ground, watching as the ice broke completely. My eyes widened and I looked at my hands. "Did I do that?" I asked, but before I could answer, I heard a guard shout for backup as they had heard the ice shattering. I quickly jumped up and stashed the crystal in my pocket before leaving. I crept to the cave the following day, putting the crystal back into the remains of the ice pillar. As I walked away, the crystal fell, causing it to break into a million pieces. I jumped at the sudden noise and stumbled backwards, my eyes widening as a black smog formed around the crystal. "No, no, no, no! Frick." I desperately tried to grab the remains of the crystal, causing one to cut my hand. "Ow! Shit." I whispered, looking at my bleeding hand. "Tch, tch, tch, poor child." A demonic voice said. I looked up and saw that the black smog had two red eyes and a wide, sick smile that was dripping with venom. "I- who are you?" I asked, backing up. "The one who can help you out of here." It said, stretching out a hand. I looked it up and down and before I could answer, its hand plunged into my heart, causing me to scream out in pain. (Cover art by me) This work belongs to me, @Seth189. I reserve the rights to this work and please do not repost it. It takes me a long time to come up with this stuff and it would be better to write your own work!!

Too Far Away by SeerFang30077

With nowhere else to go, Zuko and his Uncle Iroh are forced to flee into hostile territory, accompanied by a friend who's determined to help them. - "Why did you stand up for me?" Song Lee asked suddenly. He turned his head to face her. She was still looking at the sky. "When?" "After Mio attacked me. You didn't have to help, but you did." "Song Lee, he was going to kill you." "Okay. That doesn't answer the question. Are you avoiding answering?" "No, I'm not avoiding answering," said Zuko. "You weren't able to fight back fairly, and he was going to kill you, so I stopped that from happening." "What if he had killed you, too?" Zuko smiled to himself and looked back up at the sky. "He wouldn't have," he said, knowing that he was probably being arrogant but not caring. "He couldn't even bend." "So you stood up for me because you didn't want me to die?" "Well, we've had that conversation before. I promise that I really don't want you dead." "I didn't believe you the first time," she said, and he looked at her again. "I thought you might be making fun of me." "What?" "I believe you now." He felt truly upset. "But why didn't you believe me before?" "At the time, I wanted me dead, too."

A Storms Match | Luke Castellan by Forever2006K

"Oh would you shut up!" Pandora yelled at the boy across from her. "Or what? What are you going to do? That witchy shit you love to do or maybe splash me?!" Luke laughed sharply as he started towards Pandora. She shook her head as a small gasp left her lips as her back hit the wall, "looks like you've ran out of places to go Crescent" he said tauntingly as she looked away from him. He lightly pulled her head back to look at him as he gave a wicked smile as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, "you may be the daughter of Poseidon but your mine now" he whispered sending a shiver down her spine as they held eye contact. Pandora Nightgood wasn't like your normal demigod, having a mortal and immortal parent. No, she had a Nereid for a mother and Poseidon as her father. A story that has repeated throughout the centuries but nothing came of it until Pandora was born. He fled the first chance he got as he was reminded of the oath he had broken for the first time since the oath was made back at the end of World War 2. But like Pandora's box nothing stays a mistry for long. The now 17 year old has been at Camp Half Blood for 9 years as she tries to grapple with her powers she was given and struggles to find some sort of normality within her hectic life, but what happens when a boy named Percy Jackson stumbles into her life? Will he affect her life in more ways than one? And how will he affect the relationships she's worked so hard to build. TW: strong themes in adultery, mental illness (depression), trauma and strong language Luke Castellan x Fem Oc I do not own Percy Jackson or any of its characters, I only own my oc's and their plots and actions.

HB13 The Lost One by bagsybaggins

×My Strength is an Illusion× We all were saved, the Flare, WICKED, gone from our lives. Yet, something was always burning on the horizon. Like a watchful eye always gazed down on us. It was worrying. I remember the days when the maze walls were the place I called home. But it wasn't a home. ////// "EMMY!" ////// "I've been waiting for you." ////// "If you thought WICKED was the real enemy," Ava paused, turning towards Newt. "You're wrong." ////// Times have changed us, the memories haunt us, but the journey taught us. ////// "You will do just fine here, my child." Missing, Gone, Lost. The final fight has just begun.

My Duty [korrasami] by in_jail_out_soon45

Korrasami fanfiction. I'm not sure if anyone else has done this before but oh well heres my shot of it. No bending I'm just mainly using the characters. Set in the Victorian Era. ----- Distance was all that mattered at this moment in time. She wasn't stopping for anything , especially not because of a little rain . Her breath hitched for a moment as her path was blocked by another man that was following her. The only sure way to escape was to go up and on the roof. A smirk painted across her lips from underneath her cloth as she stepped backwards steadily into the darkness of an alley, it was acting like a cloak; completely engulfing her whole body like she wasn't even there. The men, now in a group, huddled around the spot where she was last seen, frantically searching for any clues to where she might've sprung off too. "How embarrassing," She chuckled softly, brushing herself down as she made her way across the roof of each house. She had successfully lost them.. again. ---- The characters do not belong to me but to the creators of The Legend of Korra

Her Innocent Heart (Masoom Dil) by BlissfullyElegant

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Record of Ragnarok (Percy Jackson) by IshaAbie

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His Phoenix |Severus x Reader|

|<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>| -Pain. Pain was all that was left. My blood brothers watching me being swept away. Wet , thick, furious, waves groped onto me. Refusing mercy, forcing gasps in and out of my mouth. My body drenched, soaked, my body shivering with the pain already inflicted. My petite baby wings struggled against the strong current. "YN! Come on! Grab my hand-" The eldest of the flock went to reach out, his shaky hands stretching far as they could go. With a simple shove, I couldn't pull myself above the water. Fire rose, and it wasn't happy to leave. Wings flying above, as my people shouted. Getting themselves to safety. We were still too young. Too weak and our wings couldn't function, we were just flightless phoenix's. The 3 ran along the river, shouting, screaming for help. Trying to get our parents but they were just too focused on the war. "Avada Kedavra!" A feminine voice pitched with a psycho laugh screaming at the end. My uncle fell with his wings limping. Joining me in the ocean. "Uncle!" I cried out. My hands gripping onto him as his body was still floating on the water. Sobs screamed out, our home tree falling. Death eaters everywhere. The sight of falling Phoenix's traumatised me. It was a blood bath. My brothers tried to reach out once again. But the worrying dark witch, chased them. All that I could do. Was hold onto my uncle's lifeless body for support. Crying into his chest. However something broke out. A feeling, something unlocking in my mind. With anger, pain, sadness, my eyes gleamed at the death eater. Pain flickering, staring her down. She looked shocked. Surprised even. Stepping back, instead of killing me. She ran off. I was the first Phoenix with magic. |<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>|