Burning Stories

In a kingdom governed by threes and traditions reaching back to the very Founder, Calla must navigate the Accords and her own loyalties. Once dismissed as an outsider, she rises within the Krillian court's careful cruelty, the King's favor finding her more than some believe it should. Ares Valebrand, her shadow and sentinel, gathers half-lies and hidden knowledge, building the steps she climbs toward power. Yet as Calla grows more entangled in the politics of the rival courts, whispers turn to screams inside of her, and her body bears marks she cannot fully remember. Symbols that feel less like scars and more like pleads. Note: Please let me know your thoughts in the comments!!! It is very appreciated. I love this story.

(Triggering content)

In this section I'll be posting about my roleplay characters. The stories in here will be short and either about their past, present, or future. Some of the things written in here will not be in the actual rp. If you like my way of writing then feel free to drop me a message if you want to rp with me sometime.

Josh was a normal 16-year-old guy that had everything at the palm of his hands; looks, good grades, and a beautiful girlfriend, Paige. Paige was his whole other world, where he could escape from everything that went on between his family. But one day, Paige is gone, and Josh is shattered, not knowing what to do with his life. He then makes friends with his new neighbor, Ricky, who teaches Josh different ways to cope with depression and stress, even if all of them aren't good ideas. Slowly he learns the arts of cutting and burning, and becomes a wreck. At this point in his life, Josh has no idea what to do except for rebel and stay friends with his terrible friend, Drew. Secrets linger in the air, bodies will be hung, and clothing will be taken off. Somehow, this is all kept a dirty, nasty secret that'll leave you saying, 'Shhhh....'

The young Sadian time travel to 1710 and meet a family of Sadians in the past much like them.

Julia is oblivious, so much so that she can't even understand that it's been years since she was five years old. About a girl who fate treats too cruel.

Aimee Perkins has just moved to a new town, Canstar, where she will be going to a brand new high school. When there she meets a group of extremely interesting people, and discovers the world of magic. Together, they fight against the rising evil. They are the Fearsome Fighters.

something to send to someone you know that is having a hard time. the poem in the picture isn't mine; im not capable of such beauty.

Hiero wanted to know where the hell he was. Lilyana smacked him with a tree branch and ran away. Sure, she can't seem to stand him, but these cross-eyed stars don't care. They have a plan for these two. After all, in a time a war, love really is the only thing that can reach people, isn't it?

"Krishka is mute... Clairvoyant... and irresistible. According to Brooklyn Asylum she's also INSANE." The Library. A Pocketwatch. And a Journal. Three precious things that Krishka can never let go. They're the only links to her past... a great mystery, even to her. At sixteen, she was admitted to Brooklyn Asylum in which she was told to write in her journal every day. She did... but she only wrote memories of everything before she was admitted. When one of the other patients, Solomon, finds her journal and reads it, he realizes she is exactly like him. She's not insane. What she writes about may appear normal, that of an 'ordinary teenage girl'... but in between the lines lurks something magical... and lies the answers to the great mystery of Krishka's past. Through Solomon's experiences and her past, they both unlock the binds that shackle their future. And in each other, they find freedom in a new world.

Andy got bit by a nomadic vampire on her visit to Texas. Confused, scared and hungry she runs. The hunger forced her to hunt and suddenly she got snatched up by a newborn army and trained to kill. What happens when a coven shows up, not happy with the army? An army not allowed to exist... What will her fate be? Volturi fanfic (I DO NOT OWN OR MAKE MONEY OF THE TWILIGHT SAGA)

This is for the recent season finale. Where Castle died in a car crash. Or did he?

"I am the moon if you are the sun. You are the ray of my life, and I am your happiness even when you are in tears." Credits to the rightful owner of my background cover. Thank you!

The drip, drip brought back the memory of those screams. She could smell the crimson from that day, or was it crimson, salt, left behind by the blood and tears of some other prisoner. Were they abused? She wondered. How were her children. She thought of them a dozen times a day, she asked the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost to keep them safe. Jamil she had long ago realized would be spared his father's beatings. That day only brought it to her conscious. She had always known. But she saw it that day. Her beautiful daughter Maryam, that was who she was more worried about. Drip, drip. Splat. Splat. The water smelled bad. Sour, of shit. It tasted even worse. She had been forced to drink it, they had starved her, and deprived her of water for a few days. Was it days? She didn't know. There was no night and day in this place. Just the collective quiet and screams for food, for water, for mercy. Confessions of sins that the prisoners had not committed, anything to get out. Most harrowing were the screams. The whips, the flays, the screams. She winced every time she heard one. She shivered the first time she had heard one. She shuddered as she thought of that. The hair on her back rose, she pulled her arms around herself. It was unearthly. Not an animal's scream, not her screams when her husband beat her, not even when he had hit her with a bat. Not the screams of the dog that those kids had cornered, and were poking with sticks, some throwing stones at it, as if it were the devil himself. No, none of those screams. This came from a deeper place. This was a scream from before civilization. From before language. This was a scream, guttural. Loud, screeching, very much in pain.

you burn lol jk as your dying your life takes a turn

"The Ghost of the Dark Tower haunts this very courtyard. It is said that he is a young man, who did very terrible things in his past. He was sentenced by God himself to be a ghost here, in this dark and gloomy tower, never to leave. Every night, he comes out to watch the sea and the stars. Every night, he comes and waits for a victim." James is the seventeen year old boy who was trapped in the tower of his uncle's castle by a witch of great power. She has kept him there for centuries, giving him the tower and courtyard to explore, all except for her study and the library. James is a silent man, had always been silent, but now he wants to be heard. He longs to find someone who can break his curse. If only he knew how to break his curse. Jessi is a normal teenage girl, looking for a fright. She believes highly in anything paranormal. She is frightened by the Ghost of the Dark Tower, and by how the tower seems to be filled with dark magic. She just so happens to be a descendent of the witch who cursed James, but she does not realize that by being with him, she can break his curse and free him of the tower. First, they must get through and beat the darkness that lurks in the tower of Malone.

~𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲~ 𝘄𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲, 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘄𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗜𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆.

All the love in the world would not melt the frozen heart

The first life of a Phoenix is very important. In that life, the way a Phoenix looks is set, along with mostly everything else about it, including it's gender and name. It also includes the year the Phoenix will die. To explain, when a Phoenix dies in it's first life, that is the year, month and day it shall die forever. Now, this story is about a Phoenix that was a hero, that was beloved and very young. The Phoenix's name was Link