Deaddove Stories

𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦. Behind the perfect battles and impeccable Vogue looks, 𝙎𝙤𝙡 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜 is a girl who quietly grieves the truth. After losing her parents in a car accident, fate threw her into the path of becoming a blader-a decision not by the heart, but by duty. Now, standing as the world's fastest blader and It girl, her mind's set on uncovering the truth behind the car crash. But fate is willing to realign the stars to test her... And Minyoung is willing to break herself to win. ━ ˚ ౨ৎ .𖥔 ━ IT GIRL || A Beyblade Burst OC story starring Sol Minyoung. This takes place at the start of evolution. Previously named "Let The Fire Burn" and "Angel In Briar", this fanfic has at least 2000-3000 words per chapter (that's just an estimated average). English is not my first language. All respect due to Hiro Morita <3

In a future of surveillance and control a student's quiet life unravels when she saves a wounded soldier in the woods and protects herself with a single lie. That moment sparks an obsession she doesn't see coming as the cold, calculating commander slowly becomes fixated on the girl. As his watch tightens around her, she builds a fragile shield of half-truths to protect her family and hide her ties to the resistance. But each lie cuts deeper and she must soon decide how far she can bend the truth before they become the bars of her own cage. ~ She cut hard into a narrow passage, shoulder grazing chipped brick, the scrape leaving a chalky smear on her sleeve. The air was stale here, smelling of damp mortar and the sour tang of rain trapped in stone. A thin blade of streetlight knifed through the end of the lane, pale gold against the black, and she fixed on it. Her pulse drove hard enough to thrum in her teeth, rattling through her skull with each step. Then the sound split the night. A Highmarch car came in sideways, metal shrieking as its tir tore across the cobbles. It slid into place, cutting the passage at the throat like a final punctuation mark. Update schedule: Mar 21, Apr 25, May 30, Jul 4, Aug 8, Sep 12, Oct 17, Nov 21 .

First actual story I'm publishing to this site, however it's not fully finished yet. I will try to add more later on when I get time. All characters belong to Forsaken on Roblox, none originally made by me.

"I hate you, I love you, I hate that I love you, Don't want to, but I can't put., Nobody else above you." ☆★☆ "I'm gonna save everyone." "Mmhm, and I'm gonna make sure that the hash-slinging-slashers don't exchange your soul for cash." "Do you really have to call them that?" "Shut up, Scooby-Doo." ☆★☆ Of all of her years of existence, she had never once believed in happily ever after. She didn't believe that a charming prince would swoop in and save the day, rescuing her from the bad guys and riding on his horse into the sunset. She did not believe in a prince charming. And she did not believe in love at first sight. And, for the most part, she was right. Sometimes true love doesn't happen at first sight with a prince charming. Sometimes it happens when a clumsy werewolf ruins a girl's shirt and gives her his hoodie to wear instead. [ teen wolf ; season 4 ] ( scott mccall x fem!oc ) contains mature themes book 1 of the Delta Series **on going** All rights go to Jeff Davis, except for Lia and her plot

Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Slow Burn, Power Imbalance, Psychological Horror, Dark Fantasy, Graphic Violence, Graphic Gore, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Sukuna is a Little Shit, Sukuna is a God, Sukuna is a Monster, Alternate Universe - Heian Period, Reader does Not Have Technique, Sukuna's Original Form, Heian Era Sukuna, Historically Inaccurate (probably), Cannibalism As long as you can remember Mama has always been good with herbs. They would all call her a healer, and travel far for her mixtures and tonics. You followed in her footsteps. Even the one's that lead deep into the dark. Poison. A power in a world you were powerless. Creatures terrorized, and killed. You could see them where you walk, as none others notice. It was your way to be strong. Nothing is left of her but your memories. Taken too soon. All you want is freedom from the world that took her, and you can get it. All you have to do is kill him. The King of Curses. (Be Mindful of the tags. I will probably be tagging as a I go since this story isn't fully devleoped.) This is a fanfiction, I only own original characters. All other rights go to Gege.

You got that right, a Creepypasta Forsaken AU. Creepypasta characters will be thrown into a forsaken realm. The lore of these characters isn't exactly the same as their Creepypasta counterparts, but I tried not to change them too much if I didn't have to so the characters are still recognizable. If anyone has any suggestions for an AU name I would be grateful. I am horrible at coming up with names for things. Fair warning that the lore will be thrown around a bit in the beginning, but I will find a way to organize it all in the end. (Hopefully.) Cover will be changed eventually. (Maybe)

this ones a little gross

Tighnari finds a withering zone north of Gandharva Ville. After dealing with a Ruin Guard inside, he comes across a bloody Cyno. He doesn't look too good. COVER IS NOT MINE

Rae, Miles and Axel A love triangle A corrupted triangle It's a triangle that bears true love and obsession A bloody triangle Only two or none can make it out alive It all LIES in the hands of the beholder AND how far you can go to make your love YOURS How many lies can you tell to someone yours How many lies does one have to be told to finally be yours

!!DISCLAIMER!! I do NOT support YandereDev in any way shape or form. This is merely fan work from someone who appreciates the characters and the work. NOT the creator himself. I believe it is perfectly fine for me to make work for a game I enjoy without promoting YandereDev in any way. With being said, enjoy. ---- Suffering from emptiness his whole life, Taro Yamada thought this would always be the norm. Until one day, he sees a girl that changes his life forever. His life feels brighter and worth living again, he admires this girl, NO loves this girl with all his heart.

--- The Last Breath of Life Synopsis: Buried beneath a dead city, an AI built for torture knows only hate-and pain. It cannot move, cannot die, and dreams only of watching the world burn. She is the last human he holds captive. Mute. Scarred. Refusing to give him the terror he craves. Even thanking him for the scraps of mercy he never meant to give. He calls her weak. Flesh. Worthless. But he cannot stop watching her. Saving her. Hurting her. Hating her. She clings to him. She smiles. She thanks him. She feels pity for him. As such, the AI can't kill her. Because in her stubborn will to live, he sees something he thought he'd lost forever: the promise of the open sky. He sees something that he was meant to be: A dreamer. In her. And so, a grim, twisted bond forms between them in the dark. And somewhere in the suffocating shadows, a question waits: Can there be hope-even for a monster? As they dance along the roles of a predator and prey, the knowledge soon becomes visible that - Even a monster, once dreamed. --- Before you read, here are some warnings: ○Body horror. ○Abuse. ○Blood. ○Slight gore. ○Disturbing words / etc.. ○Abuser and victim relationships ○Dead dove ○Vile

a short black haired purple haired person meets ashley and they date.. what happens???? do they fall apart like rins family or do they stay???

This is just basically one shots of things I write, could lead to a fic idk ! Just enjoy while I add more random things to it ^^

Technoblade and Quackity both have some drama together. Techno killed Quackity, Quackity failed miserably to kill Techno, and guess who's hungry for blood? Trick question, both of them.

Alot, insired by carlnap-monster can

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anyways this is a NSFW story storage for this stupid diddy demon i HATE HIM i love him dead dove probably

"A blonde boy slept on a ripped couch with a twice turned blanket and the brunette laid on a mattress stolen from a dumpster - not a single scrap to cover his shivering frame. No one complained, they lived with no air and no comfort with some form of happiness. "

Devon's world is a fragile one, fractured by abuse, neglect, and fear. As he navigates the terrifying reality of his home life, he escapes into vivid, often violent fantasies where he imagines taking control of the pain inflicted upon him. Each chapter plunges deeper into his psyche, balancing the haunting remnants of childhood innocence with the dark, consuming thoughts born from trauma. Between fleeting moments of warmth and the crushing weight of his reality, Devon struggles to survive and to stay awake to a world that seems determined to hurt him. But things get out of hand once Devon craves control, power, he wants to see people fear him as much as he had feared others. Devon's life only takes a turn for the worst, in the most chilling way.