Nate was just an average high school student, but one day a demon slaughtered his whole family. His life was turned upside down that day. Nate barely survived the encounter with the demon by jumping from the eighth floor of his family’s apartment.
The authorities were convinced Nate killed his whole family and they sentenced him to life in prison. He is sent to the privately owned Black Watch Asylum, a prison unlike any other. Nate thought his biggest challenge in prison would be other convicts, but it turns out that the convicts are saints compared to the true monsters hidden within the Asylum.
Danger lurks behind every corner, but Nate isn’t as helpless as he thought he was. Something awakened the night his family was killed. A power-the same power that made it possible to survive an eighty-foot drop from his family’s apartment. In a prison where convicts are what’s for dinner, Nate vows to hone his powers and do something about it.
Note from the Author: Hey guys, still working on the intro, harder then I thought. Its my first story so any feedback is much appreciated, Thanks!
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So what will I say next will be shocking and quite weird but I HATE GENDER BENDER and yet I am writing a story on gender bender. Basically I hate gender bender because it's always a guy is turned into a girl. I mean can't I have story in which the girl turns into guy and I mean real guy not just cross dressing as a guy. So let's were I can take this story
Taking some inspiration from the guy who made Terror Infinite - Side B.
Jin can't remember how he arrived, playing a twisted game for who knows why.
All he knows is he needs to survive. A place where the, 'Game Masters', decides the fate all those who arrive.
Would you Kindly,
Hmm lets say the life story of a little girl who takes the hand of a demon in one of the saddest and the hardest time of her life to save what little family she has left and pays the price for doing so.
Authors note: hello zenfacter here just thought I would give you all a little heads up and say that this is my first time ever writing a store and not to expect to much from this and not expect to much from me I am doing this to see if I can write something that can be read and injoyed by me and others comments are welcomed but don't expect me to read them and don't take it to seriously if I don't release date of chapters is not a set date I will be makeing them as I feel like it there will be spelling mistakes and little to no effort to fix them as of yet but may be in the future there will be tags for this story are open for your own personal interpretation all things in this story are a figment of my imagination
Ps. If you are still reading this and think you are not into gore, sex, children being turned into demons and evil yummy stuff then do not read this it is not a story of flowery words of sunshine and rainbows YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
His black hair falls on his face as he flips open his side bag. He puts his hand into the bag and pulls out a whitemask with a black 'I' on it.
He smirks as he pulls it on, once he had put it on he murmured "Ine-Kenos"
This is a story about a child named Nathan Young, and his journey through the magical side of his world.
[A/N- Hello! this is a semi serious series about Nathan Young and Strange Earth! Anyways, I am going to try to write 1k each couple of day, also english is my second language so my english is going to be horrendous.]
Can you guys please read my story, help me find some errors and plotholes in it, thanks!
btw im doing this for fun.
My first story
Release dates no promises continuing the story forever again no promises but y'all loving it that's a promise
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Things to be expected
Tons of spelling errors and grammatical errors
Everyone knows that violence is a part of our human nature. Since the age of caveman we had evolved through the progress combat from wooden clubs to iron spears and from muskets to full-auto weapons. Now in society today violence is seen as a taboo and the urge to kill another has been extinct for a long time. However in some cases we still have that urge to shed blood. So I asked a question to myself after the first terrorist attack faced in my country happened, What I did was I being a human or a monster? Little did I know that God had a little surprise prepared for me just a few weeks after.
Alexander Raven was an ordinary guy, ordinary looks, ordinary hobbies and an ordinary life. He was a bit of a loner but he enjoyed being in others company. This is the story of a new life for him, a second chance to make something of himself, to not just hide in the backround and make a legend of his name. Will he make a grand new life for himself?
Note from the Author:
This is the first fiction I will be doing for the first time ever, so please be gentle with me. Along with that if there are any errors please correct me on them so I may fix them. If you for some random reaseon really like the novel and want more chapters I will do my best to make sure there is at least one a week, but since I am terrible at typing do not get your hopes up. And if you do decide to judge my novel, be honest with any review you may have.
Thank You, and enjoy!
She’s thirteen year old Kamui Honoka who remembers being five years older, and she knows what she wants.
He woke up in an unknown place at an unknown time.
His species is seen as weak so he is cast away into darkness
The world as I knew it ended, well not really ended. Just changed. And in this change many things became apparant. the nature of our psyche was one. The death of our beloweds was another.
we are the lucky few, the ones who survived, and who hopefully will continue to survive.
A world full of skills and magic, but Zennith doesn't have either!
But what if skills are just a shortcut to do things you could do by hand?
What if by relying on your own knowledge and ability you could
create better potions than any alchemy related skill ever could?
What if you could create sharper blades than any blacksmith
related skill ever could, if you would just rely on the good old anvil?
Witness Zannith becoming the ultimate handyman.
The man without skills and magic and also the man
that will never be bound by their limitations!
She was all that was left after her old life came to a screeching halt, she did the only thing she could at the time to save herself, she ran.
But after a year of being away from her home land she decides to take a leap and return, as a completely different person.
Will fate be kind to her and allow her to live out her new life in peace or will her past be able to destroy what little remains?
Curiosity is really an amusing trait humanity has. It may lead to success or lead one to his grave. Since then, humanity have evolved and continued to progress through the power of curiosity. But, a group of friends found what is supposed to be hidden from humanity. And their greatest mistake is to ever meddle with it. Now, a group friends have started an adventure to correct their mistake.
He was like a father to me... and I wanted to cut his throat.
In a world divided into four territories, each with their own unique sun, color, race, and culture, Esh is born and abandoned in the cruelest of all. The red territory of Reah. A land in which every day is an absolute struggle for survival.
One day, an elderly man discovers the boy mortally wounded on the side of the ash-filled streets and takes pity on him, a kindness unknown in the land of Reah. Then, using violent and unorthodox training, he teaches the boy the skills necessary to endure the harshness of the territory. Skills of a master assassin. Combat. Sorcery. Alchemy.
All is going well until a dark and forgotten energy finds its way into young Esh's body. Wreaking havoc on his mind, it threatens to drag his spirit into darkness.
If Esh doesn't use all his mental and physical strength to combat the ancient energy then he will surely be destroyed.
We all have our own philosophies that we subscribe to. We either create them ourselves, or we stumble across ones that resonate with us. Some may be evil, some may be good, some may be neutral, some may be incoherent, and some may be inconsistent. With this in mind, to what extent will we defend our beliefs? At the cost of our lives? Or at the cost of others? Beliefs are one of the most powerful and destructive things in the world. It drives us to act, pushes us to continue, and can lead to fulfillment. At first these things were only concepts that gave humanity meaning, but now they have become so much more…
Reality is simple. If you are willing to see it as it is, you can. When you can see what’s ahead you need to be strong enough to accept it. By doing this you will always be sure of what you face. Most people can’t do this however. From an early age most are taught to seek shelter in what is not real. They purposely delude themselves to escape what is in front of them because they were never made strong enough to accept it as it is.
This is what my father had taught me and my intention was to live by these words just the same way as he had. However, that day in December would mark the date where my believes would be forever challenged. Seeing things that are not real, something that is not a part of the reality I’m currently in. How do I make sense of it? Is it just in my head? What is actually real?
The priests of Primordial Gods actively try to suppress the information, but there are still rumors. Rumors that tell of a Battle so great, it would’ve been a war, if it didn’t happen in a blink of an eye. The Gods, creators of the world as we know it fought the Battle against each other. Their might was so overwhelming that despite all their power, they didn’t survive unscathed. Those in the know but without self-preservation speak of how the Gods lost all their power, becoming merely guiding spirits and creating a System to make up for it. Of course, even whispering such things will surely get one executed by whatever Church catches wind of it, so there has to be at least some truth in the rumors. After all, it’s not like those mindless Domains could have blessed us with the Path, right?