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Void-Walker

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Every second is a chance to overcome the nothing. Every breath and every beat of the heart is one more second lost. Each wasted moment is consumed by the darkness. After all, each human was born to overcome the void. 
Every human. . . Except me. I was born to walk it

Dying wasn't what I had planned on after my shift, but it happened.  What made things worse is not the dying, but being forced back to life with someone else pushing my buttons.  Now, I have to decided which path to take in a world that no one ever knew existed.  I have to decide if I should fight for the enemy, or surrender for my friends.  

I am part of a secret order of Reavers.  We hunt. We fight. We kill the things that haunt the darkness.  But, I am beginning to wonder, if sometimes the darkness could be our friend. . .and if so, who is really my enemy?All Rights Reserved

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The Claimed by Mentally-Insane

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

The Trials by Yaroda07

How do you get rid something that makes up part of you? How do you ignore the call of something so beautiful yet so deadly? How do you resist the darkness that's been living, growing and thriving within you even before you were born? How do you turn down the only chance to get all the answers you desire, even if it leads you down a path of chaos, horror, and madness? A path others have fought for you not to tread. But why even fight at all? Why fight a fire that only burns brighter? "Listen, you can choose not to believe this. But I've been where you are, I've felt what you feel." I opened my mouth to snap back, but he continued in a cracked voice. "Don't ask me how I know-all I know is I dont want to hurt you. I dont want a throne. I just...I just want you to be okay. I can't...I can't lose you too." His eyes shone with sincerity and heart-wrenching pain. But neither affected me. Not anymore. "What makes you think I care about you losing me," I whispered. "When I don't even care if I lose myself?" The others may be trying to douse the fire, but I rather let it burn. Burn until it consumed us all.

INNER DEMONS by Rozuxx

They say life is full of surprises - but they never said some of them would break you beyond recognition. I wake up every day carrying a weight no one else can see. I laugh. I smile. I play the part. But deep inside, I'm unraveling - quietly, painfully. No one notices the war behind my eyes. The kind of pain that doesn't scream, it lingers - slow, quiet, deadly. I've forgotten what peace feels like. I only know how to survive... not live. "I'm okay." It's the lie I tell, because it's easier than explaining the emptiness. My inner demons whisper that I'm not enough. That I'll never be. And sometimes... I believe them. Sometimes, I feel like I'm already gone. But even in the darkness - even when I'm on the edge - there's still a voice, quiet and trembling, that says: "Hold on." This is a story for those who suffer in silence. For the ones fighting battles no one can see. For the broken, the tired, the ones still breathing - even when it hurts. You're not alone. And maybe... that's where hope begins.

The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha by SecretBookworm14

KNOWN PREVIOUSLY AS HE RAPED ME...BECAUSE OF MATE PREVIEW: It's all but silent when it's over. I'm left alone in the woods. I don't have the strength to get up. So I curl into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest, sobbing, and yowling as I've never done before. Red hot blood seeps from between my thighs unto the leaves beneath me, taking my virtue along with it. A fowl reminder of the atrocious act just done to my once untouched body. In the very far distance, I hear a wolf howl into the night, the sound is haunting, sounding in as much agony as I am in. *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* Rape, Blood, Secrets, a Cult, Rituals, Sacrifice, Betrayal, Death, and a Tragic Love Triangle is the recipe for a new species yet to be discovered. Will one girl be able to handle all thrown her way? Or will she let the darkness consume her into the monster she is foretold to become? *.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.*.* WARNING: This book is Rated R for a reason, there are explicit sexual scenes, mature themes, and provocative language. There are also some difficult subjects I tackle in my book, so if you are not comfortable with these sorts of topics, I suggest you go no further than here. For all my past readers, welcome back!! To the new and improved version! Boy, do I have a rollercoaster of a journey for you to tag along on. Some names have been changed and the plot thickened, so get ready.

Final One Standing by JH_Studios

Time. It's a tricky thing. No one knows just how much time they left. It can be 100 years or 100 seconds. 12 hours or 12 minutes. No one knows. They were just given life and they have to spend their time while they can. But what if you avoid your expiration date? What happens? Are you now invincible or do you have the biggest target on your back. Or what if you just piss off the grim reaper, what then? What if you aren't careful and accidentally drop a coin? What happens if you're the last one standing in a pool of blood? What happens...?

Tainted by EmelySwift

I'm stuck. Nowhere to go, no way out. I just have to sit here and hope whoever I get sold off to is going to at least give me some freedom. Though I highly doubt it. The way things are going for me here anyway, it's not like I have any hope at surviving, let alone living. Whoever get's me is probably going to be worse than here and I can not stop it. Can I?

The experiment. by shrosz

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

Altered by LuellaOpal

Have you ever met someone who alters the course of your life? For good or for bad, they've come in, given and taken, and then- BOOM! Your life was never the same. There's always a change, an altering of reality. When you meet those people, the reality that you've known your whole life is suddenly gone and a new one has taken its place. When those moments happen, there's no going back. You can try to return to the way things were but nothing, and I mean nothing, can take you back to exactly how it was. That's what happened to us. I think that's why we're still trying so desperately to get back to some sort of normalcy. Four years later and we're still on the ground, crawling, in search of the happiness that was lost that June. Summers will never be the same. Midnight walks through my neighborhood will never be the same. Field parties with bonfires and loud music will never be the same. I still don't know why you left and what lead you to the decision you made. What I do know is that we're here. We're alive and we're pushing forward to the future. A future that you're not a part of. But in some ways, I'm glad you're not a part of it. I just wish it wasn't like this. *** TRIGGER WARNING*** SA, abuse, suicide, substance abuse, and mental illness. This is a complete story that is much like life; fast, full of surprises, and not always how we want it to be. This has been a project of mine for over three years. It was self-published on Amazon, but after some issues in publication, I decided to just upload it on here. I hope you fall in love with these characters like I have. The friends in this story are trying to make names for themselves, figure out who they are, who they can trust, how to love, and how to separate themselves from a restrictive community. As in any coming of age story, they will experience growing pains... but will they survive them before its too late? PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS.

the cold within by wyssed

I sit by the fire for hours. I stare at the faint image of you sitting on the other side. You're as surreal as a lily. I can still smell you. I can still hear you. I can almost feel you. I live with people that are foreign to me. They do not remember you. They don't recognize your name. They don't think of you or agonize in your absence the way I do. I hate them all. I hate this void. But, I tell myself it'll be fine. You'll return to me anytime now. I know you're inching closer. And when you're back, you'll thaw the ice within me again.

White Top Hats by Ashley_Bronner

It started when the rain fell. As it hit the windows rhythmically, I fought my sleep. Fighting off the demons in my dreams. I hadn't realized how real that dream became. Waking up to terrified screaming. My heart racing, the lighting striking and my family begging for their lives. I claimed myself as a coward that very same night. I hated myself. My depression became the best of me. What's worst then your family being slaughtered? Hiding in the closet from the killers. I should've helped, I should've been there for them. The pain between my chest and stomach was growing guilt. So I started thinking smart. Looking at everyone differently. I decided to reopen their cold cases. And when I found the truth it hit me deep.

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The Claimed

They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace