Spell For The Haunted

"Its just I hate myself sometimes and I really hate how I act. I'm so fucking mean to everyone, especially you and your friends, and I guess it's because your happy and I'm not. I've been jealous of you since you got here. Your perfect." "I've never been perfect, no one is. I just know which parts of myself to hide and which parts to show." ~ Travis Phelps was never much of a social person. Never had any real friends. Never had a real support system. That was until him and Sal Fisher form an unlikely friendship that makes Travis question his life and everything about it. ~ 18/41 chapters edited ~ TWs Psychical/verbal Abuse Drugs Mentions of Alcohol Implied eating disorders Religious Trauma Homophobia Slurs Suicidal thoughts/ideation (Rated mature for the above, No smut/NSFW) ~ 3/13/2023 - 8/3/2024 ~ Ranked 3 in #salvis as of 11/21/24 ~ I Can't find the credits to the cover send them to me if you know them.

Sal and Travis's story take a turn for the worst.... or for the better? tw: self-harm, child abuse, mentions of death, boy x boy, homophobia, racism READ WITH CAUTION

---UNDERGOING EDITING!!!---- Cw: gore, abuse, scars, blood, underage alcohol/drug usage, foul language, ect No smut. Fluff only. I spoke before he could hurt me again. "I know what's under the church, father." His face twisted with anger, but I kept going, tightening my grip on his wrist. "And I'm fascinated with it." "What do you mean, boy?" I looked him dead in the eyes. "I want to join the Devourers of God." (This story actually has a plot:) None of these characters, art, ect belongs to me. All rights go to the creator of the sally face games :)

By a chance encounter, Lucien meets his true love, his fated. In his world, vampires and humans reside together mostly without conflict. There is a mutual understanding. Vampires need blood and humans supply it willingly in trade. Throw into the mix, Jocelyn, a sweet-smelling girl with a personality and attitude that blazes just as red as her hair. Jocelyn is visiting from a land unsettled, as of yet, by vampires where humans are still the hunters. She has only ever known disdain for Lucien's kind. Can Lucien change Jocelyn's mind before time runs out? Excerpt..... I stood up, leaned across the table, on my palms, smiled cooly, and said, "I'm not allowed to call you dinner." Her eyes widened, and she dropped her glass. The glass clanked against her dinner plate and crumbled. She immediately looked down at it and frantically started picking up the pieces. "Leave it for a servant," I sniped at her. Reginald, our head waiter, promptly appeared at her side and started picking up shards. Our servants were specially trained on how to clean up messes without having bloody accidents. She looked up at me with a renewed sense of hostility. "I will do it myself!" Reginald didn't move. He is trained to insist. "Please, Miss?" he asked quietly. He took hold of the piece of glass in her hand and pulled. She squeaked in pain and held her hand up in front of her face. It was in plain view so that everyone could see. Her finger had been sliced open. The sweet smell got so strong that it was almost irresistible. Prompt number: 11. Vampires are bound by an ancient destiny: their soulmate is always human, and this bond is governed by three rules. The smell of their soulmate's blood is irresistible, its taste is sweeter than anything else, and if the love is unrequited, it can be fatal. Fearing this inevitable bond, most vampires try to avoid it. But what happens when one of them discovers that their soulmate is a human who not only rejects them but loathes them?

I walked into the wooden cage, walking up to the vampire slowly, taunting him. I finally take a seat across from him. I nodded to the boys and they left the room. I twisted the lid to my water bottle that I brought with me, taking a slow sip. Staring at the sleeping vampire, I threw the rest at him, dousing him with it. He shot up out of his sleep. "WAKE UP BITCH!!!" I screamed with so much anger I shook the cage. Standing up, the chair falling over in the midst. "I thought you guys didn't sleep." I laughed grabbing his head roughly in my hands. Finally. I looked at him and got lost in his red eyes. He was so gorgeous, god-like; and I know Gods. Why do I feel so in love right now? Answering my question but not with an answer I would love, he speaks up. "Beloved." ***** Join Isabella as she meets her rare mate, becomes the Alpha, and leads them into war. Did her mate come at a bad time or just right? Will there be drama? Of course. Will there be death? Most likely. How will her life go? Read and find out. ------------------------- I made this book on my old page. But I forgot my password, so I made this page and will be different. If you'd like old one I think it's still on my old page., just ask for it. This will be updated every week at the least once sometimes two or three times. I will post as i finish so i can finish it quickly for everyone; I know a complete book is loved. Please vote, comment, and share!

Travis Phelps- the homophobic asshole that beat up the outsiders as a way to filter his own self hatred, stuck in an abusive household. He was miserable, gay and being suffocated by the grip of his father's religiousness. Sal Fisher- the new kid in town, the exact thing Travis hated. Gay and transgender, on the outside happy with his life. On the inside, dying from a heart disease and living with a verbally abusive alcoholic father. Both were miserable, though it was hardly obvious to outsiders. They were polar opposites yet the exact same. Brought together by the very same religiousness that was slowly killing them, the two are at first enemies. Though after growing together, they make a decision. They were going to run away. They were going to live how they wanted. Even if it killed them. cross-posted on ao3. this fic does not have a happy ending. don't like? don't read.

***SAMPLE!*** There's a prophecy - a prophecy holding the fate of two worlds. On the edge of Lilah's field, at the twelfth hour of the fall of twelve, the three kings will unite, a daisy will be lost, or the worlds will be gone. The Oracle tells me that I am bound to the prophecy. That I cannot alter or change it. That I'm destined to be greater than what I am, but I already knew that. I've known that since the age of five. Now, can you guess who needs to die? Death doesn't bother me. I will let the world burn if it means achieving my goals - because with every lick of the whip; he tore my flesh raw, as his laughter rang through the mansion, and my screams disturbed the heavens. No one cared to help, no one listened - definitely not the Gods. So why should I? ._. Eldora. A world woven together by magic. Cloaked in darkness and chaos, sin, and deceit. Where no one is innocent; where both hands - and teeth - drip with the blood of others. And there is her. A lone wolf, watching the world tear itself apart. Watching the chaos, the death, the destruction as she fights a far greater war, within her. What's right and wrong? What's considered good and evil? Where does she stand in this enteral mystery, we call a universe? Coated in darkness and pain, she questions the meaning of life and death, and her purpose in this world of infinite possibilities. She finds only one answer: REVENGE. WARNING - Contains abuse, suicidal thoughts, intense trauma, and erotic scenes. Please do not read if this is heavily triggering for you!

Do paranormal things, witches and magic exist? There are gifts that are waiting to be discovered. The mythical power is just waiting beyond the deepest darkest tunnel of the unknown. Only the brave learns to test the waters amidst the labyrinth of its knotted mystery. PLEASE, NO PLAGIARISM. (~Created July 6, 2018:Finished August 5, 2018~) Being engrossed in studying his current case detained him from leaving at once until he forgot the time. He never mentioned to Hera that he's going home after two decades. Only his youngest child knows of his trip back home. Whether he believes in curse or not. It's his 45th birthday tomorrow and he must be home to keep his promise to his mother. His family had never forsaken him, he did. He'd been ignoring their summons since he turned his back from them. Perhaps it's time to grant their plea. He closes his office and walks to the elevator. "Good evening, Artemis." The man in a black jacket greets him. Artemis smiles at the stranger. "Do I know you?" The stranger puts his arm around the stunned lawyer. Behind the unknown man's dark glasses are bloodshot eyes ready to scare the wits out of his prey. "Your mother does. She's expecting me to greet you happy birthday." Removing his dark glasses, he stares at his victim to corrupt his eyes. Insurmountable fear assaults Artemis as excruciating pain drills on his eyeballs. A horrible scream slits through the silence of the night when the clock strikes twelve. As the elevator opens, the stranger loosens his grip and the victim falls on the floor. Covering his bleeding eyes, Artemis winces from severe pain. The man whistles away as he walks past the dead body of the security guard in the lobby to the snowy road outside the building. His victim crawls out of the closing elevator. The curse is true. He must get into his car before his sight totally leaves him. He must warn his family. " I must save Athena!"

"It's yours," I say when she merely stares, eyes flicking back and forth between it and myself. Calculating, processing. Wondering why on earth I would just hand it over to her. That's the question of the day, isn't it? The answer is because she's the revolution now. She's grown into the exact person I thought she would become - needed her to become. Every god needs a believer, but I can't say I expected to ever be the one kneeling. I used to want to lead the world. Now I just want to watch her remake it. I step closer, slowly, carefully. Like I'm approaching a predator. Because I am. Her head tilts to the side, confusion swirling amidst the cold calculation. My eyes travel down her form, cataloguing everything that's changed about her. Her stance is more rigid, her hair tamer, posture perfect. The wild, emotional girl is gone. And in her place is a queen in the making. -------- Verena Ebonmere was never meant to stand out. Her magic was bound, her family tried to forget her, and even at Hogwarts she's just another face in the crowd-until a mark blooms against her skin, thorn-shaped and burning with power she doesn't understand. Now everyone seems to want something from her: a professor whose charm hides something far more dangerous, a boy whose visions of rebellion could consume them both, and a person whose gentle smile conceals secrets older than the school itself. Pulled between desire, loyalty, and the lure of her own unraveling power, Verena must decide whether she's the prey everyone expects her to be... or the crown they never saw coming. *NO HARRY POTTER KNOWELDGE NEEDED!!* *I do not own any of the world building or settings, but all characters and plots are my own :)*

Travis grew up knowing a couple things. One of those things was that being gay was a sin, and that if you were gay, or anything like that, you're going to hell. Or at least, that's what he was told. But after an incident with Sal in the boys washroom, Travis starts to think that he might have been wrong the whole time. Just a quick warning, this is a pretty heavy story and contains things like abuse (both verbal and physical), drug use, suicidal thoughts and attempts, slurs and swearing. I'm adding trigger warnings but read carefully, don't force yourself to read anything you don't want to :) Otherwise enjoy the story!