Creative Stories

Everyone knows Musa. Her voice, her story, her place in Magix. But there's another girl quiet, distant, and nothing like the sister everyone recognizes. She moves along the edges of Magix with a different kind of magic, a different rhythm, and a life far away from Alfea's spotlight. This story follows her journey: the people she meets, the places she drifts through, and the quiet world she builds for herself beyond the noise. -------- Season 1: Completed ✅ Season 2: Completed✅ Season 3: Ongoing [started 19/12/2025] -------- Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, settings, or concepts from Winx Club. All rights belong to Rainbow S.p.A. and Iginio Straffi. Only my original characters and story additions belong to me.

In the heart of Midgard (Earth), where mortals lived unaware beneath a sky too vast to understand, there existed a rule whispered within one household long before Y/n could question it. "Never go outside when it's dark." To most, it sounded like a common warning from cautious parents. A trivial house rule meant to guard their children from the ordinary dangers of the night. But it was never ordinary. Y/n lived simply. A quiet life marked by routines and laughter shared between siblings. She never imagined the night could be anything more than a curtain drawn over the world. Until that one evening. A forgotten errand. A nearby mart. The hum of streetlights flickering overhead. And then silence. Rough hands. A cloth. Darkness, real and suffocating. When she awoke, she was no longer in Midgard. She was surrounded by thrones. Statues that breathed. Eyes that shimmered with stars and cruelty. The gods were real. And she was being sold. At the end of the aisle stood Hades, the brother of Poseidon and Zeus, cloaked in white and authority. A regal one. With a single nod, he claimed her. She had stepped into the dark. Now, there was no way back. ⚠️WARNING⚠️ 🔞CONTAINS NSFW‼️

" SHE WAS NOT NAMED BY BLOOD ,SHE CARVED HER OWN NAME IN FIRE" ✨✨✨✨✨✨ In a world ruled by names, she was left unnamed-abandoned by blood, erased by society. But where the world gave her nothing, she found everything in the embrace of a brother not bound by blood, but by choice. Against the chains of patriarchy, she rose-not as a wife, not as someone's shadow, but as the fire that built her own empire. This is not with love, not lineage.

Sapphire's Creative nook is bringing authors ideas, creativity and inspiration to their readers A Creative nook is a place where all the writers can share their view points, make friends, create networking. Write even when no one is reading. The right readers will eventually find you. Connect and share

"𝓑𝓸𝓽𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵. " Hey everyone, this is the corner to find the most varied poet works that I think are worth spreading. HOPE YOU LIKE IT!! Disclaimer: These are not my works (except for some). The credits go to the rightful poets.

Art is an explosion, that brings one's thoughts in to readable reality. Artistically content can be seen magnificent or worse depending on how the artist uses creativity he or she possess to convey his or her desired meaning. This novel is in a form of narrated story, but direct at the same time. this is to emphasize on feeling every moment of the story. Again, reading this book makes you the reader of this book enter in my mind. feeling my genius, my insane, winds of feelings and emotions all put together in form of histological novel... Long ago, there was a land called mangishikyu. people of this land were strong people believed to be intelligent beings in all entire race of human kind... However, for over millennium now. this land has never attain total peace in it... Its people constitutes about 75% of all refugees in neighboring states and lands. The war between the Urio clan and the honcho clan of the hidden mountain never lasted ,the battle continues ages to ages till today. This story as identified on the above part, it is a fictional based story.... Love story passionate with sad moments and emotions, passion of hate driven by love... on the conception based on imagination, conveying the power of thoughts and imagination are all embedded within this book. enjoy.

This is my art book so yeahh uh idk what to say sooooo *explodes* Here you'll find random drawings of things I made!!

The English version of most controversial novel i wrote

Xirava still clings to its rituals. Six sigils. Six sanctioned ascensions. A league system older than most of its cities. Deliberate, ceremonial, and untouchable. But Xirava is no longer what it once was. Glass towers rise where shrines once stood. Circuits replace pilgrimage roads. And in the growing urban sprawl, more voices are beginning to question the league's traditions - calling them excessive, archaic... even cult-like. The old order insists it is preservation. The new generation calls it restraint. Six years, Kieran had waited. Held back by circumstances no one fully explained, forced to watch others leave far while his own journey stalls before it even begins. By the time he finally steps beyond his town's borders, he does so without announcement, without ceremony, and without permission. Meanwhile, something in the region is shifting. Not loudly. Not openly. Just enough to make the faithful uneasy. And enough to make the ambitious wonder whether six sigils were ever meant to be a ceiling. DISCLAIMER (necessary, I guess): This is a fanfic work. I do not own Pokémon or any canon characters, regions, or trademarks. All official material belongs to its respective creators. This story also introduces original regional variants native to Xirava. Visual designs aren't provided, so most retain the original typing of their canonical counterparts while reflecting regional adaptations. Hopefully, it'd help to imagine them through description comfortably. 💫

"You know your short?" "You know your tall? "

(Yes, I changed the cover) Male omega, Choi Sungho, has two babies and is pregnant, AGAIN! He's seven months and rich from his baby daddy who handed him a contract when his first was born stating that he would have nothing to do with them-their possible family. Sungho was happy with that. He and his daughters, Jia and Hayoon, get whatever they want. They live life happily as Jeon Jaehyeok-Sungho's baby daddy-drops by weekly with money and pays for their million dollar penthouse. Sungho is aware of Jaehyeok's job and doesn't like his criminal ways. One night, after Sungho has been hiding his pregnancy, Jaehyeok stops by with the money. It's tense, as Jia sees her father for the first time in her life and Jaehyeok sees his daughter after three years-but-Jaehyeok changes his mind. He doesn't want to be just the money man. He wants to be in their lives. And Sungho isn't sure about that but Jia is. When she drags him to her room and holds him as he tucks her in. *this features mpreg*

An unlikely pair, tasked to save a world with no name. But he's dying and she can't even save herself. What will they do? What will they find? Have you ever been stuck in a thundercloud's shadow? would you like to be? In The Thundercloud's Shadow © Owned by the Chacham of Kera brand and Eliezer Davidson. Any unauthorised infringement or plagiarism will result in immediate legal action.

A compilation of self thought and encounters. Dokie reaching into the last other current life lessons. If you stumble upon this know it's about someone life and interpersonal relationships. Know it's been a way for someone to relief there thoughts and put the onto paper

"Ugali Man and Bazenga are on a wild ride! Villains, crazy adventures, and laughs at every turn-can these heroes save the day, or just cause more chaos?"

I'm practicing my imaginative writing (always been my weakest skill) I'll try to write one a day but idk I'm not very good at routines so we'll see lol

This is a short story of an Indian boy who has a strange habit regarding every time he tries to get rid of his old & used wallet. Although his habit is strange because usually we don't come across such acts daily. But he believes 'You never know' that this So-called 'Strange' habit could bring a difference in someone's life.

"A soft heart like the pattern of life, beautiful memories to live by..." A collection of pieces of poetry that I composed with my heart over the years. From all about love to heartbreak, to death and grief, and scattered diversities. I'm just one of many or thousands. This isn't just some simple poetry. This is a kaleidoscope of creativity, deep thoughts, wonders, truth, and stray words created into poems, all wrapped into one collection. This is my book of poems; composed pieces of my heart. *Complete, but may add new pieces here and there when new pieces are written or if an old piece I'd written growing up is found, it will be shared.* Award Mentions: *Round 3 Qualifiers Part 2 in the Amby's 2025 Contest*

Soooooo, I took pictures. Aaaaaaand, I took Neil's advice. So I made this book! Yay! I hope you like them! [ Neil-kyun, I'm following your footsteps! xD ] By the way, you guys might not actually be interested in stuff like this since it has no story, no plot, no blahblah, and stuff like that. While I know that Wattpad is for sharing stories, remember that every picture has a story to tell. So, it would be nice to give it a try, maybe? :D

Just some short stories that I write in my free time to process things. I enjoy creative writing and wanted an outlet for them where I could maybe get some feedback.

This will be creative short stories; a lot will mostly be fiction and fan fiction of shows that I like. Lackadasiy, Murder Drones, Kaiju No.8, Hells Paradise, Gachiakuta, and original works.