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The Choosing

WarriorsWolves17

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Parties 3
Durée 13m

LECTURES 22
Votes 0
Parties 3
Durée 13m

WarriorsWolves17

adeventure adrenaline evilcontrollers fightforwhatyouwant slightromance

Auradon, the beautiful black and white city is surrounded by a force field, within this world is a series of castes from the highest to lowest. 
Every year the council holds something called.. The Choosing where every sixteen year old in Auradon gets sent outside the force field for a week. Outside the force field lays dangers and creatures none of them have faced in their closed in lives. This is what makes Auradon strong, well, so the council says. It weeds out the weak and nurtures the strong. Camille is the lowest ranking caste, it is her turn to enter the choosing, little does she or anyone besides most council members know that there are people living just outside of Auradon. These people are the Rebels. Floodlight is what they're called. And boy, do they hate the Council.
This is a story of trust, love, rebellion and much more. 
"Welcome to the Choosing, Camille is it?" The older women holding he clipboard nods my way, I don't answer. My eyes are set, watching the girl ahead of me as she disappears through the shining blue force field. "May good luck and fortune follow you." 

Dear Good Luck,
We're not playing hide&seek.
I've been searching for you.
I believe it's time for you to come out now.Tous Droits Réservés

adeventure adrenaline evilcontrollers fightforwhatyouwant slightromance

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Children of the Dead, écrit par Pretzel1226

Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.

Beyond the Deep Water, écrit par IvetteMartinez01

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND IMAGINE THIS WORLD. Gods are created by a mighty force, a force to balance the universe, every galaxy, world, and life. **** Camille tastes the blood on her lips. She's nauseous and weak; still, she forces her brain to stay awake. Ignoring the pain of reopening old injuries. There are more bruises she can't hide, more pain to bear, but she's finally tired to do it in silence. She wipes the humiliating tears off her face. "Don't you dare touch me again." she defies the monster. "I don't even think God is on your side," he says with a reeking smell of alcohol. At the same time, a loud thunder with the brightest lightning illuminates the sky, the rain pours heavily A tall man elegantly walks forward, evidently upset he glances at the girl with the corner of his beautiful crystal blue eyes, tearing apart the man who has dared to put his hands on the girl he's been trying to protect. "A leech like you would never understand the depths of my trust for this girl." The God of Water stands behind her, like a bodyguard. "Giving up has never been an option for you, perhaps taking the garbage out of your way can help you find your freedom." The mysterious man says. Just as he finishes his sentence, a bolt of lightning strikes loudly in the sky. He turns to face the monster as he freezes in shock, He knows, this time he won't be forgiven.

Static, écrit par hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

Descendants The Daughter Of Scar, écrit par zirafa15

There is an island prison, home to the most evilest villains that have ever lived. Cruella de Vil, Jafar, the Evil Queen, Scar and Maleficent. Each one has a child that has never left their side... until now. "You're gonna be crowned king next month." "I've chosen my first official proclamation. The children of the Isle of the Lost be given a chance to live here in Auradon." "You five have been chosen to go to a different school, Auradon Prep." "What?" "Yeah, I don't do uniforms." "Prissy pink princesses!" "They allow dogs in Auradon." "I'm not going to some boarding school..." "Shhh!" The next generation of villains arrives as... Jay son of Jafar. "Jay, what are you doing?" "It's called stealing. It's like buying whatever you want, but it's for free." ... Evie daughter of Evil Queen. "Is everybody at home as pretty as you?" "I like to think I'm the fairest of them all." "Beauty is pain." ... Carlos son of Cruella de Vil. "This thing is a killer! This is a vicious, rapid pack animal!" "Hey, who told you that?" "My mother." ... Y/n daughter of Scar. Ben clapped his hands as they stopped at a statue of the king. It turned into a beast and Carlos started screaming, jumping into Y/n's arms. "Get off." ... And Mal daughter of Maleficent. They're at their best when doing their worst. "Beware, forswear, undo Jane's hair." Jane screamed and the girls around her backed away, laughing. "There's a lot more where that came from." "It's all about world domination." "What do you think our parents are gonna do to us if we don't pull this off?" "They will be proud of us for doing our best." "Really?" "No, I think we are definitely goners."

Project H, écrit par Afilliated1

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The Rift in the Domain- The Auranos Stories Book 2, écrit par wellhithereimnobody

I'm Abigail Vera. A few years ago, I started a war. With our original plan in shambles, my friends and I head south, for the abandoned city of Kaonon. On the way, we hope to gather support and build up a rebel force strong enough to bring down the Dominion government. But we're on Shadow's radar now, and things aren't so clear cut as they used to be. Just remember that control isn't always a good thing. Book 2 of the Auranos Stories This work is part of the Rip Chronicles. And it has an Amino now! Why? Nobody knows! The code is RipChronicles, if you're interested.

Highlander Princess | Otherworld #1, écrit par RuthXanadu

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Didn't Really Matter Anyway, écrit par GabrielXander

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BROKEN COURAGE (Broken Redemption Book 3), écrit par ArianaClarkAuthor

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Children of the Dead

Enver Williams is leading on a normal life but that is all ripped away from her when she is taken from her home town. When Enver comes to realize that there are others like her in more ways than one, she is determined to free herself and her newfound friends from the physiological torment of her closely supervised enclosure. ••• "Do I make you nervous, Enver?" Another idiotic question. "Wouldn't the man who kidnapped you and threatened to kill you make you nervous?" I snap at him. He only smiles an odd, crooked grin. I can make that disappear. "Wouldn't a murder make you nervous?" Now it's my turn to pull the strings. He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. "How many times do I have to say it?" He pauses, I guess hoping for some sort of mercy in my eyes, "I didn't kill her." "Liar!" I shout. "Why won't you believe me?!" "Would you believe yourself?" "It wasn't me who shot her," he sits on a stool, resting his elbows on his knees. "Then how do you know she was shot?" "I saw it. I saw him kill her," his voice was riddled with such pure vulnerability and pain it begged me to believe him. "Who?" I try to sound sympathetic, but it comes out as scared. Maybe, subconsciously, I am scared.