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No Sounds Made

Leituras 83
Votos 3
Capítulos 10
Tempo 53m

Leituras 83
Votos 3
Capítulos 10
Tempo 53m

fantasy laboratory labrat mystery scifi-fantasy

I am H0-P3, a project created to save the world. I have been infused with the most magic anything has ever had, and they are training me to fight. I have no memory. No way to know what happened in the past. No way to know how I know what I know or what I have been through.

And yet, I am tortured to see what my magic can do. I know I'll have a purpose some day. One day I'll go outside.

They haven't killed me yet, so I guess that's a good sign. I'm the only optimism in this death trap, but I think that one day I'll get to him... he'll finally tell me what my past was.

I will know one day.

One day I WILL know.Todos os Direitos Reservados

fantasy laboratory labrat mystery scifi-fantasy

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War of Praisers, de BelovedDarkStranger

Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.

You Were Always a Daydreamer Draft Version, de Diiamond0

When you're forced to mask Reality with Fantasy. The lifted layers finally unveil the tombstone of self. The biggest cities into the tiniest pebbles The massive ideas and thoughts formed into merely something to fear. A protagonist who already forgot his name Remembers He is a Daydreamer. Which is the only way to cope with life after multiple tragedies. And the fraud on fake friends faces. Only to daydream. As losing touch takes a toll on that rotting indulgence slowly. This get's quite horrific as it goes on. It's not to enjoy but to reflect on and experience. I decided to publish the draft version, because I don't think I can fully finish YWAADD final edition any time soon. I am in the worst mental and emotional state ever. It's quite a struggle and I suffer heavily. So yeah, the polished draft kind of holds up aswell too. The final one is way longer and eventful. So, um yeah I don't expect this to get attention at all, it's kind of really mid in some parts. But enjoy, or don't I guess. Yes this was inspired by Everywhere At The End Of Time. And other fan projects.

Alkaria - unedited , de AkikoHimari

I hear the clanking of metal loud and rigid from behind me, I feel the wind rush past as I sprint, they are still chasing me. I'll be honest I don't know what to do, quite frankly it's hard to think straight right now. I feel my body shutting down as the adrenaline is losing its punch, I can't run any faster. I'm always running, they are always chasing me. I don't even know why they chase me, I don't know what I did and like them they won't say. Do they even know? Am I just unlucky? Someone they picked at random to be the new subject of there torture? I wont let it happen. That's why I'll stay free, never fully contained. I think about the one I love, Charlie. I don't know where he is, I don't even know if he is safe. "Hey! Weapon down sarge, we don't want to kill her!" A guard's shout smacks me out of my train of thought. By this point I've gained some distance due to them having heavy armour. This stops me in my tracks though, I hear the guards slow down too. I stop, I realise, they want me alive. They aren't going to kill me, they don't want me dead. I have a gun, if I just point it at myself what are they going to do? I turn around and I look at all of the guards who have stopped in their tracks heaving in confusion. It's silent, even the wind is merely a whisper, all that can be heard is the panting of everyone on scene. They want me alive, they want me alive. I turn around, towards my chasers. I notice the guards straighten as I do so, instinctively I hold my gun to my neck, one bullet left, not enough for all of them but enough to kill me. They don't want me dead. I look to see all of them freeze in shock before one of the guards takes a step forward. I can't see their face, I can't see anyone's face but I feel like I need to know who this is. Before I can react they raise their gun and shoot. Pain explodes in my leg and I fall, all that running, for nothing. All I see now is black, I can't hear everything but I still feel conscious.

"Help..." - Player | Among Us Logic Fanfic, de Full0fRegrets

*book cover by me.. *My ideas for this book aren't complete yet since.... my ideas in my mind are so random.. Anyways.. this story gonna start after Player lost the game again (in AUL But The Impostor Works Out) He thinks everyone hates him now just because of what he did(went solo for how long) The point is... He's started to get depressed again He thinks that he lost his one and only bestfriend Veteran and his other friends turned their backs on him Also, strange things gonna start to show up and happen again.. "𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘢𝘮 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨...𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴.. 𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮..𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵..? 𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘺 '𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴'?" -Player "𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓷𝓪𝓲𝓿𝓮...𝓟𝓵𝓪𝔂𝓮𝓻.." - 𝔲𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫 -welp, sorry for the weird plot but let's just find out what's gonna happen next! In this story...No-Visor is kinda gonna return again..and why? ask Player pfft- This story also focused on Player ofc.. he's the main pov here or something.. I'll try my best! this story has mature content like swearing and other stuffs

Torches, de kaitlynmariebrown

I look up into his dark blue eyes. My palms are sweaty; my mind is spiraling. I want to ask. I just don't know how. "Ask." he whispers breaking into my thoughts. I take a deep breath. I finally gain the courage. "Do you think it's over?" I finally get out. He meets my eyes and slowly shakes his head. "No." "Will it ever be?" I ask. Truthfully, I'm scared of what his answer ends up being. Silence fills the air of the short distance between us. Is he going to answer me? If so, why is he hesitating? "Sean?" I question. He sighs touching his hand to my cheek. I shift my gaze down as he cups the pendant hanging gently from my necklace, then lets it drop back to down to my chest. He looks back up at me and I bite my lip. "I don't know. I wish I had more to say. I wish I could tell you that it'll all be ok. But I don't know." ~~ Blair Anderson has always been a solo worker. Her boss, is her own self and she doesn't ever need help from anyone else. She's survived on her own and has made her own life after the darkness that once corrupted her. But when Blair's brother, Michael, goes missing, Blair's path crosses with a mysterious man's named Sean. Sean knows that Blair needs him, he is a tracker and, he has the inside scoop of what's going on in the demon realm, thanks to the demon blood in half of his system. Blair won't accept it though, she doesn't feel she needs his help, correction she doesn't want his help. She's an independent warrior who has fought demons for years. What's one more? She will get her brother back. She wants to get him back on her own. He's her family, she wants to be the one rescuing him. Only question, is the demon that has her brother, too powerful for her to handle on her own? Will Blair finally have to accept the fact that she can't do this on her own, or will she shut Sean out just like she's done to everyone else? A story of love, loss, and family.

| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader, de the_bluepencil

{COMPLETED} This Reader is basically the same as the first book (Darkiplier x Reader) I wrote. Same general world, but the story itself will be original. The events in my first book haven't happened in this universe. Still no smut. Again, I'll try to keep the character gender neutral. ◊◊◊ You meet Anti because he thought you were emotionally weak. He thought he could take advantage of you. Yeah, well, you're not going down that easy. You decide to show him what you're really made of. ◊◊◊ "Those nightmares aren't all fun and games, you know," he explains. "I've got a ton of information on you, [Y/N]. Strengths, weaknesses, fears... I know you much better than you think."

Fallen, de kaitlynmariebrown

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.

Astra: Awakening, de schapman706

The apocalypse. Running, hiding, surviving. Getting separated, then finding others. Finding out what's going on inside. Saving, then running. Meeting, then fighting. I'm Starr. And I want to tell the world what's happened to me. (Brooklyn, I couldnt've done this without you. Thanks.)

Vampiric Soldier in a Cultivation World [ISEKAI & LitRPG], de DusbMail

After a decade of investment in a certain project of his and nothing to show for it, the man had began to give up hope. Immortality was still as far away as ever, and his ill-gotten gains had served no purpose as of yet. One day however, while he was going over his researcher's records in the lab, a tiny little wormhole appeared in front of him, rapidly shrinking from 3 meters in size down to nothingness. With little time to think about how this was even possible, and having nearly lost all hope on his current project on Earth, the man made the unthinkable decision. Leaving everything he had worked so hard for behind, and possibly even throwing away his life, he decisively stepped into the wormhole before it could disappear. Once he opened his eyes, the man found that he had aged by 30 years, but with no memories to show for it. It wouldn't stay this way for long however, as his missing memories started to return to him in a rapid fashion. Thrust into a magical world of cultivation, the opportunity to fulfil his dream had appeared in front of him. Will the man, now named Gaston according to one of his first memories, be able to survive his present circumstances and step foot into this magical world, or will he lose his life in the process? ----- Update Schedule: 5 Chapters a week (2x the size of the first 43), Mon and Tue off. ---------- 💌 Support me on Patreon to access 25+ future chapters and exclusive content: patreon.com/FilDus

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War of Praisers cover

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Alkaria - unedited cover

"Help..." - Player | Among Us Logic Fanfic cover

| Plaything | Antisepticeye x Reader cover

Astra: Awakening cover

Vampiric Soldier in a Cultivation World [ISEKAI & LitRPG] cover

War of Praisers

Nothing left my mouth as I stared at him in shock. He truly believed that I was part of this. The man, who I had lived with and served for months. The man who I had protected with my life and soul. I stood still while, as he backed away from me quickly. "I trusted you with my life." His cry pierced around the empty room. He looked so destroyed and hurt, but mostly his face portrayed rage and determation. "And I protected you with mine." I spoke back loudly. I didn't hear myself say it but I knew I did. I look into his eyes even from our distance they seemed to wallow me in darkness. "I gave you mine." My voice was quiet and cracked. His face changed only for a second before his old one took over again. He doesn't believe me. It doesn't matter what I say or do he won't listen. He will still believe I am the bad guy. Just as Kane said, we will never be equals, we will never be fellow humans. We will always be monsters to them. "Yakov, I am not the bad guy." I plead one last time. His Russian accent comes out harsh with his next words. "Your right," he pauses, "you are the villain." I stumble back as if I had just been stabbed in the chest. It was a horrible feeling. It was never good with the emotions and yet I recognize the feeling as heart beak. I barely breathe in air as I regain my posture. A battle cry from somewhere distracts me momentarily. I suddenly remember Ewan. I glare at Yakov one more time before I take off after the cries of battle. Jade believes she started the war among the human and her kind. Nothing is as it was portrayed. The lies and the truth are hidden among each other. There is is no clear good and evil. How can there be if one does not know what is right and what is wrong. She was prepared to see death, prepared to inflict death upon others without mercy or remose. She was prepared to do her job which the Facility had given her. But now it doesn't seem so simple anymore. Instead she focuses on keeping her friends alive.