Deadly Strike ( Hiatus )
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Huling na-publish Sat, Apr 28, 2018
"So...let me get this straight...you want me to enter the underground MMA brawl, get recruited into 'deaths' grim reaper academy..or whatever its called, and then infiltrate his inner 'circle'... Just to save the world?!"
"Yes, that basically sums it up". He stated with a sweet smile.
As I seized up this 'angels' demeanor looking for at least a slight tremor in his rigid posture, just to see if he was actually joking, but to my dismay his impassive expression showed no signs of deceit. He was actually dead serious in actually thinking this 'plan' was actually going to work.
"So what do you say, do we have a deal?"
"I..." I can't believe I'm actually considering this, but if I actually go through with this I will be able to walk again, let alone fight again. I will have the chance to be on top again...and extract my revenge! I waited too long for a moment like this to actually pass it up now that it's right in front of me.
"You have yourself a fighter." I stated.
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The experiment.
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.Kumpleto
VIRUS
«you don't deserve to be fighting. you're slaughtering us all, people who used to be our friends. how does it make you feel, knowing your a monster?» «is that what you think i am? a monster?» «no, clarissa. i am far from a monster. if anything, i'm just a familiar voice whispering in your mind.» «i think we both know that.» --- //Brady Akiyama joined the army for a single reason. To slaughter as many demons as he could to avenge his family. It didn't even matter if they were taken over by a virus or not. He would still kill them. He knew very little about weaponry and training and such, but even he found it odd that a girl who seemed fragile and sweet would have the highest rank in the squad. Maybe there's more to Clarissa than meets the eye.// •grim dark, not a fantasy, but it was more fantasy than horror so we're going with fantasy• •this story is very cluttered, but if you don't mind that, then enjoy!•Kumpleto
The only one I can trust... (Ramattra X female!reader) Overwatch 2
(Note: This story may contain mature content such as mentions of sexual topics, emotional trauma, manipulation, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!} ---------------------- War. It's always happening, only taking long pauses. You're a top agent for Overwatch. It's not the highest of highs, but it's definantly not low. One day, you were commanded by your higher up to stop an attack from Null Sector happening in Kings Row. Of course, you accepted. Arriving there, you notice that there's barely even a fight happening, only a couple of casualties, but none dead. You investigate, eventually finding a wounded omnic getting harassed and assaulted by several humans. But the omnic in question was a surprise. ...A ravenger? ------------------------------------------- Here you are. Now on the ground in pain, cowering at the one person you love. Everything sucks. But he was the only one that understood you. You groan at the pain, looking up at his metallic body. He flexes his arm back, threatening to throw one more punch to finish you off. "I... I..." ------------------------ I do not own anything in this story, other than the story itself. You belong to you. Cover by https://twitter.com/Jam_Star135/status/1628098229060669440
The Anthem of the Castaway
"Doesn't seem to work now that my DNA is so fucked I can't heal." I say to him, rolling my eyes. "So you agree that it is a change in your DNA?" Charlie says to me. "I don't know." I huff, angry at this whole debate. "I can't deal with humans fucking up every effort I have to live happy." "Does Father ever let you stay in Heaven?" "Only half the time." "And what do you do in Heaven?" "I fight. Sword fighting mostly, it's a big attraction. Our sword fights are as popular there as football is here." "Football?" He asks, his eyebrows raised. "Ugh, wrong era. Whatever." I respond, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity. A sudden hitch in my breath causes me to cough more, another clump of clotted blood coming forward into the towel I offer. "Life on earth is just a revolving door of wars, fighting, finding out angels exist, fighting over it, killing everyone that remembers, then back to the industrial revolution again. And there's almost always times when angels are outlawed and locked up." "Back to your problem though, do you agree that God may be trying to train you? Or maybe he's using you to remove the villains from society?" "The latter holds some truth. After all, I do get dumped into the human society when everything is going to shit." "Do you ever do wrong in Gods eyes? Maybe he's putting you down here to clean up society as a punishment." Book 4, yep I skipped one. Each book stands on its own. It's good to read the first before, but not necessary. I use wattpad as a back-up of my typed stories. I have so much more hand written, and if you truly are interested I will totally type more or even upload pictures of each page written.Kumpleto
The Ballad of Crystl
I knew it... coming to this expedition was a big mistake. I don't want to die... what's worse is I might get eaten when I'm dead. Hopefully I won't get eaten alive. I'm just a common grim reaper. Why is this happening to me? There was blood everywhere and I was on the ground. The entire team was decimated by those traitors. Everybody I know in the squad is gone and my master has fallen. I can't move my body and all I could do was lie on the ground until the boss of the traitors approached me. He grabbed me and lifted me up as I approach death. For a god of death like me, dying is not a part of my résumé. Once a god dies, there is no reincarnation, there is no soul, and there is no second chance, just oblivion so... How did it end up like this?Kumpleto
Fallen
I knew there was always something special about me. I knew I was different from all the other girls. I could feel things before they actually happened, hear things nobody else could. I wasn't normal, there was just something there. In no way though, had I expected to be told that not, was I only half human, but 50% angel, and not an angel of heaven. A fallen angel, damned, yet given a second chance to make things right, to be rescued before taking the wrong turn in my life that shamed me from my existence in heaven. Only problem, someone wants me to stay damned, to never become the angel I was meant to be. They'll stop at nothing to kill me, plus I have no clue what exactly I'm fighting against and on top of it all I am nothing without my locket. My locket is my true source of power, it's what kept me alive that terrible night.Kumpleto
Reaper
You think your dead-end retail job is bad? You think the worst job ever could be found under the Golden Arches? You think your boss is a jerk? Try me. I'm a grim reaper, one of billions. It's still not enough, so we're all overworked--and I'm new. So, like any newbie, I get the jobs nobody else wants. Like cleaning up after the really crazy people. Like finding sunken submarines. Like going through the children's ward at a hospital. Make no mistake. Your job is heaven compared to mine. Made mature for language and mentions of death, violence, murder, and suicide.Kumpleto
Unlucky Fortune
I sense him before I see him but carry on with folding the washing. "I see you found me." I say loud enough for him to hear. I feel him walking towards me. I can tell who its just by looking at their uniform. We all get given a unique uniform that is made for us. I carry on folding the washing whilst waiting for his reply. "We need you to come in." He replies nochantly. I smile and turn around flicking off his hood. "And what do I need to come in for? Brother." I ask, emphasising on brother. His face remains emotionless but his eyes betray him. They are filled with sadness, anger and betrayal. "You know why otherwise you wouldn't have let us find you." He replies. My smile widens. "You know me so well. I had my suspicions but I want to here it directly." I tell him. He growls at me, "They're back. Okay. They are all back." -------------------------------------- Do you ever wish that life was simple? That you could live it normally? I do. I was. But I'll never live it normally.Kumpleto
Deaths A Bitch
I'm the mighty bitchy Death everyone hates. I am the Grim Reaper forced to earth to drain the dying of their souls and determinate where they go. Boring right? That's only half of it. But what happens when my adored bitch factor goes to far for someone and they seek revenge? Well I say fuck them you can't destroy the great mighty Death Or can you? I'm planning a series, I have no idea if I will actually do it, but I'm pretty sure I will, I already got good plans for the second book ~~There is a lot of swearing in this book, hopefully sick twisted threats, thoughts, and straight out bitchyness with an odd side of humour to it, not to much sex (maybe even none) in this book ~~ Please stick around with this book, it starts off slow but it gives you puzzle pieces that you can put together throughout the book.Kumpleto
The Thirteenth Reaper
I am Dire Grim, thirteenth son of the grim reaper, and i was born to be a bringer of death, feared by man... but i guess I'm just as useless as everyone thinks i am; I'm no good at reaping souls. Killing. In fact, I really suck at it... and now I'm trying to figure out whether or not thats a bad thing. As the thirteenth child of the legendary Grim Reaper, Dire Grim is expected to be just like his older siblings, and perhaps, in some ways, he is, but not in the ways that really matter. Sure, he looks like them, and tries to follow in their footsteps, but no matter how much he tries to be the invincible 'lord of death' his father expects him to be, something inside him seems to pull him down a forbidden path that could lead to his true destiny... or his inevitable demise. "Supposed son of darkness and death Troubled boy with a journey to tread You've joined the traitors this day, this hour Beware the wrath of Azrael's power This baby before you has cheated life Saved by a reaper born of light Find she who has nothing, no one, no where To begin your search for heavens heir" (Hey guys this story REALLY needs some feedback. I'm trying to get this to the point where i can publish it for real so if you have any thoughts, tips or opinions of anything in this story PLEASE let me know so i can keep fixing and improving it. Thanks guuuys!😘😎)
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.
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