Strung

Nami is a fighter who lives to meet her father's expectations, but things take a cruel turn when she gets an injury that threatens to end her career. She moves in with her uncle to begin rehabilitation and eventually attends school at Newark's Rosemary high. She makes a new friend, and they attend a party together which leads them to being strung up in a conspiracy. A mage with the ability to possess people is ruining the school's hierarchy from the inside out and threatens to expose career ending secrets. It is up to Nami to find and take care of this entity before it is too late.

A story of fate.

There's something there, wasn't before. the shadows knock on every door. My fears unlocked, nowhere to hide. Under the sun, the gears unwind. The darkness creeps, the clock had moved. The stars align, the seal removed. The fates of all, strung by a key, The witch controls my destiny. Prologue: In a far off village near the shores of Khyreene, there is a legend about a love of a witch and a chief of a village. The villagers did not believe in their love and thought that their leader was under a spell. So they burned the witch when the moon was at its fullest and the sky was red. The chief woke up because he had heard a cry of pain. Finding out that it was his lovers, he cursed his own village and left. Soon the village caught on fire and burned till there was none left on the land but ashes. They soon left and settled down in the forest, not realizing that there was an extra little girl because many have been lost, And that the blood of the witch still continues… 00000 This is the story of a young boy whose purpose in life may be more than what it seems. A mysterious past, a misunderstood boy, an uncontrolled power, and a journey by which he stands between death and hell... ~//~//~//~ (ps. the twins are 15. And this story was made when I was young. Like really really young. I was in elementary)

The human world and the astral planes were entwined in a twisted bind. Amidst the whispers, fear and dread, demons lived among man, cradling dark desires to devour their souls. This ignited a long-lasting war that spanned countless decades. Just when hope appeared to fade away, a new breed of humans surfaced - those bestowed with the extraordinary gift of harnessing demonic essence. Referred to as Psychics by some and Exorcists by others, the crucial aspect was the immense power they wielded, capable of shifting the balance of the ongoing battle. In a bid to secure victory in the war, they selflessly shared their knowledge of utilizing demonic essence. Mickey, a humble youngster, had lost everything, except for a marker left on his skin, bestowed upon him by his grandfather, a former exorcist, which bound him to a pact with a demon. One evening, he began to hear faint murmurs in a raspy voice coming from within him. "As nightmares grow, you're not alone because I see you in your dreams, Micky! I am Zany Zephyr, your amiable demon companion!"

The snow is gone. Aureate light falls scarcely through the layers of thick spined oaks in Latterby wood. The hushed hustle of another world is deafened by the berating squawks of bannerbirds, high above. Sedal wishes not to be his father's son, passing through the great undergrowth of Latterby wood in search of a unique flower under the orders of his Father. Paths strung with nettles and roses lead him onward, his father's enraged commands echoing through his mind on loop. The falling sun beckons him further, until he is merely a boy in the dark. His tale starts in darkness.

Roses are red, violets are blue, what wrong did I do to be bound to Rosago? EVOL. The state of either being high-strung in love or losing every bit of love to give. A certain air of obsession covers the word EVOL which is Love spelt backwards. For those who share the EVOL soul-bond should never meet, one was bound to love the other too much, nearly obsessed and the other would have little or no love to give, at the end of the day someone would get severely hurt and the world would pay the price. °°° A young witch is forcefully bound by the EVOL soul-bond to an Evil Lycan from the deepest pit of hell. She must fight the consequences of their bond while making sure the both of them do not cause a chain reaction that ends the world. "Rosago was difficult to understand, harder to love, but even more frustrating to resist."— Ayo Moonchild.

Emiko & Kichi have been childhood friends from the start of their birth. They have done everything together and always had each others back. It's their final year in High School and everything will change when graduation arrives. Both of them might not go to the same university and might forgot each other. But Emiko's heart has been strung by a feeling she never knew she had for Kichi. Love.

And, this being comics, we had to get a little nitpicky: We’re only dealing with comics first published by North American publishing houses, and we’re not including newspaper comic strips, webcomics, or reprints thereof. Some pages are notable for their written content — game-changing first appearances, brilliant narrative innovations, and so on. Some are significant because the artwork told a story in ways no one had thought to do before, and ended up being emulated — or, in some cases, outright aped. All are interesting on their own and integral parts of the tomes from which they were plucked. We conclude on what we think is a high note, with a few recent comics that have already made an impact and portend a richer and more diverse future. Strung together, these pages are a megacomic of their own, documenting the evolution of an art form in constant flux. You can click on the title of each page to open a window with a full-sized version. Gods’ Man (1929) Writer, penciler, and inker: Lynd Ward Stranger holding paper. Photo: Cape & Smith We could “Um, actually” our way through candidates for “First Comic Book Ever” until we’re blue in the face. But it’s inarguable that one of the leading pioneers of modern longform graphic storytelling was Flemish illustrator Frans Masereel. Right after World War I, he created a series of “pictorial narratives” without words — you may have spotted his most famous, Passionate Journey (1919), in the gift shop at your local art museum. Chicago-born art student Lynd Ward discovered Masereel’s work while studying printmaking in Leipzig, Germany, and was inspired to use the oldest print medium — woodblocks pressed into ink — to create something very modern: the first stand-alone graphic narrative by an American, or as he called it, a “novel in woodcuts.” Gods’ Man (1929) tells the story of a struggling artist who makes a supernatural bargain with a mysterious stranger (pictured here) for a magic brush that comes at a terrible cost. The book, composed of one woodcut illustration on each of the volume’s 139 pages, was a surprise success, and Ward produced five more graphic novels (though use of that term was decades away) before settling into a career as an illustrator and fine artist. His work was a huge inspiration to future cartoonists, including Art Spiegelman, whose Maus was heavily influenced by Ward’s woodcut style. Spiegelman later edited Library of America’s excellent boxed set of Ward’s silent novels.

Life is an enigma… When we are born fate either blesses us or curses. For some though fate plays with them as if they were a puppet. Pulling here and there for a cause that only the Gods can fathom the reasons why. For Trint the Fates have strung him along on a tale that he could never have dreamed of. Yet will he stay the puppet or will he cut the strings that bind him and carve his own path? Now Trint must embark from one world to another on an adventure orchestrated by hands unseen, with danger unimaginable, and magic that can only be found in dreams.

Memories and music. Both can draw out emotions long forgotten and never known... both can build and break cities in a single sitting - both alter mindsets and distort reality as easily as one should breathe. Both, in our case, are quite tightly interwoven. ----- In a magical world of mystical mayhem, we'll be focusing on the story of two special individuals. Special how? Well, I suppose you'll have to read on and see, won't you?

A look into lives of young adults to adulthood.

A bet to prove her worth, a soul for the demon to collect if she fails. Aisha Yang fell into Hell by accident. As unlucky as it gets, Aisha became prey to demons, only to be ‘saved’ by another. Unwilling to accept death, she begged her savior for a chance to return to the land of the living to which he agreed but under a bet with a catch— an eternity of servitude if she failed! Damien, a high-ranking demon, was supposed to bring the woman to one of the rebirth centers. Neither dead nor alive, she was an extremely curious case. And she even had the audacity to beg her way home?! Damien may have given her a chance, but he will make sure she was definitely going to fail— he was a demon after all. With Damien doing everything he can to make Aisha suffer, and Aisha retaliating with her sass and headstrong attitude, the two end up in a rather comically hilarious relationship of good versus evil! But what if Aisha falling into Hell wasn’t just an accident? When sparks fly between the human and the demon, would Aisha still want to go back when her time is up? +++ EXCERPT: “I must be out of my mind, but I love the way you melt and squirm, Aisha,” Damien whispered. “I… I feel lost too,” Aisha confessed, “but this… this kind of lost is beautiful.” Her words were like a song strung together to Damien’s ears. “Would you want to lose yourself with me then? Tell me, Aisha Yang, for I will do everything for you.” “Lord Damien,” she gasped in between his wet kisses on her neck, “this isn’t right.” “There is nothing right in Hell, Miss Hot Chili Condoms,” Damien murmured, a soft growl escaping him. “Even your existence in Hell isn’t right.” The Harbinger lifted her skirt up. The surprise beneath exposed smooth and long legs bared for his hands to wander about, and at the very center, the prize wrapped in lace.

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This is the story of a boy who saw a girl across a room and had to have her. Their lives were wrapped in a blanket of fate, and together they would make each other’s dreams come true.

Sileo, whether it refers to restart or silent, everyone living there can agree on one thing - There is always a chance there. There is always a chance to start something new. Even with all the monsters, creepy acquaintances, and strange government. That attributed little to the daily lives of normal ones. Regardless if you are from another planet, universe, dimension, which is the case for Otto Kettering. Being crashed by a car before he was sent to prison for murder (A murder he claims he had no part in) was bad, it was bad enough he was going to prison, but now he was in a new world. A world he knew nothing of and that was arguably for better or worse. Sileo, the new world, brings with it strange happenings, weird people, companions (?), and the possibility to reverse everything that has happened to him or to move on and live a new life. If only he could be less awkward, if only he could shut Ater up, if only he could raise his stats like a normal person (Players aren't normal in any way, but that's up to him). Through the poorly drawn maps his companions (?) find and his built in system map, Sileo starts unravelling like a wool ball strung up tight. [Welcome, Player #1001, please head over to the podium to register yourself before we send you off to your new home!] *Note, the cover isn't mine. I can't draw on a computer

Marin has reawakened due to a strange voice. Now he finds himself strung along, with strange and unexplainable events, in an attempt to survive day to day.

The world roamed by black. The boy strung by peace. The world stung by all.

And all about strung on their canals are the bulwarked Islet with their enigmatic walls peering through. The dense growthes of mangrovesdead Deserted for incalculable ages; Shuned by those who lives near them.

Nitocris is a young priestess who does the dirty work of Seth, the god of evil and chaos. Although unhappy with her work, Seth presents her with a mission that ends up fascinating her to a point of obsession. She eventually joins sides with a mysterious cat demon who knows just a little too much about her intended target and the two slowly fall into a rabbit-hole of questions and emotions that leave Nitocris strung painfully between two different lives. The decision rests on her whether she stays with the mysterious demon and her employer, or take shelter with a group of peaceful, yet odd women in the woods...

Controlling the world from the shadows was his objective and just as he was about to finish his first accomplishment he had been killed by none other than truck - kun. However was this truly a unfortunate accident or could this lead up to him achieving his goal of having the world strung to his strings. As in this world there's a little something called magic, something that will literally change his world. Will now be uploading the chapters every other day!

What's going on? Necklaces aren't magical. They can't control people. So what's the story behind all this? Bryn finds an old necklace, a beautiful opal-strung piece of jewellery. When she puts it on, strange things happen. The people around her don't understand what's going on, other than her best friend, Camille. Cam tries her utmost to help her, but Bryn can't be helped. Cam continues the story, as all the questions find their answers.

They're elves! They're fugitives! They're in space! Their names are Syldie Gatzer and Jako Langst, and they're two ordinary intergalactic couriers... until their tiny ship is captured by a roving gang of space pirates! Prospects seem grim as they're nearly forced into servitude under dwarvish space warlord Captain Nanobeard, but the intrepid duo hijacks a nearby wiener-shaped cargo shuttle and blasts off into the vast universe. Posing as hot-dog saleswomen for the universe's premier chain, NovaDog, Syldie and Jako must find a way to lose the vengeful pirates, get on the good side of the law, and complete what might be their most important freelance job ever. Can a hopeless gamer and a high-strung mechanic really evade both a fleet of pirates and the universe's best vigilante detective agency? Time, as always, is of the essence.

kis·​met destiny; fate. . "what chance did I stand against kismet?" Through lifetimes we have lived, through fates strings we were strung, yet when shall our punishment ends? . This story tells a tale of two, who's fates were tied the moment they met. From each lifetime tells a different story yet the struggle was the same. . When will we break free from these strings of fate that binds us? [ started : 31.09.2023 ] [ on hold / slow updates ]

At her command, archers lurked silently in the shadows of the walls, longbows strung in their hands, arrows slicked with kerosene and glinting with a deadly light. Leah's eyes reflected the faint glow of the fire, and she knew that this arrow would end Evelyn's life, banishing her soul from this world forever. "This arrow will be the end of your love, " Leah's voice was low and full of power, her fingers gently rubbing the arrow as if feeling the impending death, "Evelyn, I will banish your soul from this world forever, and I, Leah, will be the sole victor. " Evelyn stood in the center of the square, her figure like a lonely tree, swaying in the cold wind. She had known for a long time that Leah would not let her go quickly, but there was no remorse in her heart. She stroked the ruby around her neck, feeling the faint, warm power. The rocket came flying, cutting through the night sky with a deathly whine aimed straight at Evelyn's heart. In that instant, time seemed to freeze, and Evelyn closed her eyes, reciting an ancient blessing incantation in her mind. Her hands gripped the ruby tightly, and the last of her magical power poured out of her body. She whispered to herself with determination and strength, "However long the night may be, the day will always come." - Shakespeare.

Honkai Impact 3rd. Known by the mainstream internet as Genshin Impact's less popular cousin, but anyone who has more than a passing familiarity with the game will tell you that it is far more than that. The alien threat of the Honkai. The MOTHs. The Kaslana, Schariac, and Apocalypse houses. Shickiscal, Anti-Entropy, and Grey Serpent. Ego, Reason, Void, Thunder, Wind, Ice, Death, Flame, Sentience, Earth, Dominance, Binding, Corruption, and the End. Stigmata, Divine Keys, ELFs, so many concepts and key players in the story of this game. The characters within have gone through great suffering in their journeys, maturing and growing as people. Strung between the strings of fate, they took it by the throat and tore a path to their happy ending, for the whole world, but especially those they care for. Seeing this tightly woven tale of tragedy and willpower could move anyone to emotion, even if only for the first time. One cannot help but wonder if even a fraction of the suffering everyone has gone through was avoidable. Regrettably, however, attempting to alter the events would be akin to walking through a minefield covered in barbed wire. Any deviation from the known path would either have ruinous consequences for you and those you care for, or just be a waste of time. At least, so i thought in the beginning... - *. Murata

In the Everiot empire, Leo Thrite, a (former) detective's of 5 years found himself with a group of criminals after "accidentally" dying while chasing one of them, the good news is that he found his missing brother in the criminal group! yay! the bad news is that his fate is now strung along with some circle of deities strings after finding out he's an immortal, now forced to follow along their commands and motives that always ends up to the conclusion of killing the emperor. ...safe to say Leo wants to do it too.