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My Nightmare

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LECTURES 188
Votes 36
Chapitres 7
Durée 37m

LECTURES 188
Votes 36
Chapitres 7
Durée 37m

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He is mine,for eternity.

Glass vasks were set upon a constant flame. The vivid toxics boiled  filling the air with a poisonous smoke  too heavy  to carry and rolled  elegantly to the cold stone ground. The smog seeped through cracks of the walls seeking freedom.  

     A dark figure slouched fumbling with beakers mixing the most toxic chemicals together. The room glowed dimly with radioactive light. A toxic puff of smoke erupted into the air when the figure mixed a livid purple substance to a bright glowing green one . The colors mixed forming a swirl of intangible colors.Tous Droits Réservés

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Losing Game, écrit par cha1nz

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

Covenant, écrit par Zerosum772

The kingdom of Angolia is finally at peace. After years of fighting against the Black Horde, the people of Angolia are war-weary and seek to heal their wounds. But forces within conspire against the Church of Light, bastion of Christian hegemony and the true political center of Angolia. Lady Ves, known inside the Court of Angolia as one of the most pious Ladies of the Cloth, is aware that not all is well within the kingdom. The Lights of God, the fires that burn deep within the catacombs of the Angolian Capital, have gone out. The implications of such a phenomenon can only mean one thing: that the world is dying, the link between God and man severed. It seems that this fate is inevitable as events soon spiral out of control, new enemies coming out of the shadows cast by the cathedrals and mansions of the Capital's High District. As the realization of the death of the world becomes known to all, desperation sets in. The events that unfold will ultimately dictate the survival not only of the kingdom but humankind itself, as the promise of a future slowly fades away.

Time turner ⚜️prince Adam ⚜️, écrit par born-to-rebel99

Deathly silence echoes through France as a storm settles across the land. Dark monstrous roars of thunder and ravenous lightning forks across the obsidian sky. A castle looms in the twisted woods, guarded by bloodthirsty wolves. The castle shudders in the night. Strange people turn to household objects. Frozen forever. A beast prowls the west tower alone and confused around a glass vase holding a rose, its pedals dead around the delicate stem. Eternal winter freezes it's walls. The castle falls into darkness, never to see a humans love again. DISCLAIMER: i do not own beauty and the beast. All characters belong to Disney, however the story line and my own characters are mine.

The Mage (BxB Story)COMPLETE, écrit par 7ShadesOfMe

I look around to see if anyone was watching. It was dark also. I stood there sucking the last bit of my cig and blew the smoke out. The smoke began forming a shape and I smirk as I chanted something. More like in a whisper. A command. "Move. Listen. Obey." I said after the chant and the smoke formed a shape of a wolf. It was still just a smoke but it was alive and moving. "Master." It's voice was low and i t echoed in my ears. The smoke wolf bowed at me dropping his ears in submission. No one knew. I was this much of a freak. A/N: This is a BxB story. Read at your own risk. :)

Paths Beyond (Under Rewrite), écrit par DeoxyNAcid

In the frozen wilderness beyond the village walls, survival isn't guaranteed-it's earned. Grey, a sharp-eyed young hunter gifted with the ability to see ethereal threads of light connecting all living things, walks a thin line between life and death with every step into the snowbound forests. His gift is his greatest tool-and his deepest secret. When the Grand Hunt leads Grey and his squad to a chilling encounter with a monstrous creature and a group of robed strangers led by a sinister old man, the world he thought he knew begins to crack. Ancient powers stir beneath the frost, and the old man's magic reveals a truth far more terrifying than the dangers of the frozen woods. As the village reels from loss, Grey finds himself facing impossible choices. His gift, once a quiet advantage, now feels like a curse drawing him deeper into a conflict he doesn't understand. Shadows whisper of forgotten paths-ancient roads walked by those who sought strength not just to survive, but to transcend. Paths where power can be cultivated, honed, and wielded by those willing to sacrifice everything. But power always comes at a cost. Blood stains the frost, alliances are tested, and every step deeper into the unknown pulls Grey closer to a path he may not be ready to tread-a path where strength isn't just survival, but transformation. And in the depths of the wilderness, where cold winds carry secrets and danger lurks with every shadow, Grey must decide if he's willing to pay the price for what lies beyond.

An Alpha's Duty, écrit par Littlepearl95

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Chains Of Innocent , écrit par LeeSeoul3

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Fragment: The Color Out of Space, écrit par BobInTheComments

The first time I saw the color, I thought it was a sign that things were going to work out. How could I not see those vibrant purples and cobalt blues framed in a swirling aura of chimerical colors lighting up the rumbling midnight storm clouds as a bad thing? How was I to know then that this color composed of many, but still one, was an omen while the world around us burned? That it wasn't to be our rainbow from God signaling our salvation from the madness that consumed those outside our borders? That the hues I failed to recreate with my crayons and pencils on the floor of my brother's cabin would twist and corrupt everything bathed in its light?

Throne of Mist and Moonlight, écrit par Pipermeadows

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He was unlike anyone I had ever encountered, a whirlwind of passion and mystery, emotions I had never known existed. His touch was intoxicatingly sinful, each caress leaving a trail of fire on my skin. His words, smooth and laced with a dangerous charm, ignited a wild fire in my heart, making me feel alive in ways I had never imagined. But I had underestimated the extent of his desire to please my father, the depths of his ambition that blinded him to everything else. Now, with the harsh reality sinking in, I am left to fend for myself in a world that feels barren and devoid of hope. He has taken everything from me-my trust, my dreams, and the future I once imagined. I stand alone, shattered and betrayed, forced to rebuild my life from the ruins of his deception. His deceit stripped me of everything I held dear. Though vengeance fuels my every thought, my heart betrays me with pieces of the love he defiled

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