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The Siren and the Wolf- (Moved to a New Link)

“What did you see on the video?” Mishka asked in a whisper. She could not keep her curiosity to herself. She needed to know even before dinner. “We saw Myrtle call the cat into the nursery and then she fed it a live rat. She wasn’t even afraid to hold onto the rat by its tail,” Gillian responded. *** While Mishka Classens practices her singing in the woods one afternoon she runs into Bruce Cameron, a handsome, famous fashion designer. When she confides in her friend, Gillian’s mother about the meeting, Joan tells her that Bruce is an estranged cousin of Joan’s and that he is a werewolf. So, Joan wants Mishka to keep Gillian away from Bruce and keep the family secret, but Gillian already has a crush on him. Bruce wants to be a normal human because his human family does not accept him as a wolf, but he also loves his unusual powers and diverse creativity. Eventually he and Mishka confide in each other about their burdens in life and become close with regular meetings in the woods, where they exchange creative ideas about fashion and music. They also plan to do shows together. Myrtle, Mishka’s bossy grandmother is an undercover fortune teller. She had a premonition about Mishka being involved with a werewolf one day, so she wants to orchestrate Mishka’s life so that this will never happen. She almost has a heart attack when she finds out that Mishka is involved with Bruce. She tries everything in her power to split them apart. After a series of weird and bad events, Mishka and Bruce find out that Myrtle is causing the problems in their lives and in their relationship. They decide to join forces against her by confusing her spells, making them powerless.
CharlotteP_Lambert · 57.3K Views

Eternal Flame (Am I The Villain?)

"I don't believe you." I answer him with unusual calmness, trying to convince him that I know that he's just spewing bullshit to see me go crazy and that this is all just a sad, sinister joke. This can't be true. "In fact, why should I believe anything you say?" Although I'm starting to question everything, he doesn't need to know that. He just smirks, looks too proud of himself, and begins to walk backward, away from me. "You don't have to believe me, darling. You'll see for yourself, soon. Very soon." It sounds much like a promise of the unknown future that they stop my mind on the track. Goosebumps spread all over my hands and the back of my neck. A bad premonition clouds my heart. What do you mean, soon? And how does he know? No, wait. What's with him? Is he a fortune teller too, now? Am I supposed to believe his words, no question asked? The fact that I'm considering any of his words is enough proof that I'm indeed going insane. And maybe I'm a tad bit desperate to find answers to all of this mess that's my life from the past few weeks. He knows, and he's taking advantage of it. I'm not sure how he knows, but I'm pretty annoyed that he could sway me easily with a few words. I need to stay the hell away from this nuisance. Just as I'm about to turn around and forget what he says, he decides to say something that I will remember long after my journey begins. "In fact, never believe in anyone, Elena. Not even The One's above." the last word he says before he turns around and completely disappears from my sight. His words leave me puzzled and speechless. I don't know what to think anymore. All of this new information only furthered my confusion. If any of what he says turns out to be true, then what's the meaning of this? I don't know anything anymore. But I know what I need to find out first. What in the world am I?
nocommonsense13 · 164 Views

Eternal Flame trilogy (my original work)

"I don't believe you." I answer him calmly, trying to convince him that I know that he was just spewing bullshit to make me go crazy, that this is all just a sad pathetic joke. This can't be true. "In fact, I don't believe anything you've said to me." I say more to try to convince myself, although I'm starting to question everything, but he doesn't need to know that. He just smirks, looks too proud of himself and begin to walks backward, away from me. "You don't have to believe me, darling. You'll see for yourself, soon. Very soon." It sounds much like a promise of the unknown future that they stop me on my track. Goosebumps spread all over my hands and the back of my neck. A bad premonition clouds my my heart. No, wait. What's with him? Does he think that he is a fortune teller too, now? Am I supposed to believe his words, no question asked? The fact that I'm considering any of his words are just enough prove that I'm indeed going insane. No, he is insane. And maybe, I'm a tad bit desperate to find answers to all of this mess that's my life these past few weeks. And he's taking advantage of it, I'm not sure how he knows but I'm pretty annoyed that he could sways me easily like this. I need to stay the hell away from this nuisance. Just as I'm about to turn around and forget what he says, he decides to say something that I will remember long after my journey begins. "In fact, never believe in anyone, Elena. Not even The One's above." are the last word he says before he turn around and completely disappear from my sight. His words leave me puzzled and speechless. I don't know what to think anymore. All of this new information only further my confusion as it is. If any of what he says turn out to be true then what's meaning of this? I don't know anything anymore. Only one thought clouding my mind. What in the world is going on?
nocommonsense13 · 3.9K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 681.7K Views

The Sacred Howl

Aria Nightshade has always been a loner. Branded by her pack as the daughter of traitors, she grew up on the edges of the Crimsonhowl Pack, suffering scorn and abuse. But beneath her quiet, unassuming exterior lies a fiery resolve to find the truth about her parents and claim the respect she has always been denied. When Alpha Kael Dravenwood of the nearby Duskridge Pack comes seeking help, Aria feels an unexplainable pull toward the brooding leader. His presence stirs something deep within her something primal and old. But Kael’s trust is not easily gained, and Aria’s situation as an outcast leaves her with no friends to turn to. As emotions rise between the packs, Aria stumbles upon a dangerous plot. Celeste Frostbane, an ambitious beta of the Ironclaw Pack and Aria’s old friend, has aligned with rogue forces to overthrow the pack masters and claim power for herself. Her plans rest on the Eclipse Stones, a sacred spot tied to the Moon Goddess’s magic magic that may also hold the key to Aria’s forgotten past. Exiled after being falsely accused of betrayal, Aria seeks shelter in Duskridge territory, where she is unwillingly accepted by Kael. Though their exchanges are strained, the undeniable bond between them gets stronger. Under Kael’s direction, Aria trains to protect herself, discovering hidden strengths she never knew she had. But danger looms as Celeste’s union with the rogues threatens to throw Silverveil into chaos. With the help of Jax Thornfield, a roguish ex-beta with divided loyalties, and Eldryn Moongrove, a cryptic seer who guards the secrets of the Eclipse Stones, Aria must solve the mystery of her own fate. When the final fight begins, Aria will be forced to face the truth about her lineage, the betrayal of those she once trusted, and the powerful bond that ties her to Kael. But can she accept her fate and protect the packs, or will the darkness within the Eclipse Stones consume them all?
Daoist83nyNy · 1.1K Views

The immortal Lord

In a world where immortals live secretly among humans, a young and fiery immortal named Aria senses a looming threat to their existence. She embarks on a quest to unite the scattered immortals, convinced that together they can face any challenge. Aria gathers a diverse group of immortals, each with unique abilities and strengths. They include Lyra, a wise and ancient immortal; Jax, a charismatic leader; Lila, a skilled warrior; and Zane, a genius inventor. As they unite, they discover that the rogue organization, the Order of Mortality, seeks to eradicate immortals. Led by the enigmatic and ruthless Victor, the Order will stop at nothing to achieve their goal. Aria and her companions must use their combined strength and cunning to infiltrate the Order's headquarters, gather crucial information, and confront Victor. Along the way, they uncover a shocking revelation: Victor was once an immortal, turned against his own kind by a dark force. The immortals must now put aside their differences and unite against their common enemy. In a climactic battle, they harness their collective power to defeat the Order and shatter the darkness controlling Victor. With their existence revealed to humanity, the immortals must navigate a new era of coexistence. Aria and her companions emerge as leaders, determined to protect their kind and forge a brighter future for all. "Immortals Unite" is a story of self-discovery, unity, and the power of diversity, set in a world of ancient secrets, hidden dangers, and immortal potential.
kelvin_evans · 13.4K Views

O Fadigo Romancista

Existe todo tipo de pessoa, onde quer que esteja, mas será que todos são iguais, ou não? Seriam, por tanto de livre-arbítrio, ou não? Seriam todos apenas corpos de matéria? Ou seriam como as historias escritas a mão dos cegos; Ou as palavras de romance dos mudos; Ou até, os sonhos dos falidos; Ou a dos fadados a perda, quem sabe? Talvez, o Talvez seja bem mais definido, condicionado a certeza, que o sim, ou mais que o não. A questão tão cansativa, de se questionar quanto está? "o que é a vida?" O que é? E qual seria o seu significado, ou seu proposito? Por caso você saberia? Eu não sei, confesso, eu sendo leitor, será que o autor sabe? Será que esse não é outro louco, ou um Burro certo, ou um esperto errado? Confesso que eu, o leitor não entendo com mui' eloquência, mas o que sei, será que sei? E o que você sabe realmente sabes? Ou tudo que vivemos é um paradoxo, ou até um equivoco sonho? Ou seria até um breve cochilo? Ou até uma pausa naquelas quintas de tardes bem tendenciosas, onde o dia se silencia por um certo, e breve momento, será? Será? Será? O que será? E o que seria? E finalmente pra que será? De certo qual o sentido de tantos serás? Qual seria o porquê? E por que disso? Alguém que sabe e poderia me esclarecer? Ou talvez, seja tão fadigo assim? Reconheço que são tantos de tantos, Dos porquês; Dos talvez; Até dos será. São tantos, mas sem nenhuma resposta. E a que possuí, porventura algo, ou é vaga, ou simplória. Mas nesse breve, tic-tac; que soa como melodia, percebo que pareço até ser um romancista. Escrito por: V.J. 21:34, do dia dezessete, de outubro, de 2024.
DaoistLRdCXL · 1K Views
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