unbecoming amv

Aris wakes in the Silent Cathedral, a liminal "Zone" of endless marble hallways and gray rain that tastes like mercury. He quickly realizes this world is not a fantasy playground; it is a Living Malice that seeks to "digest" anything that doesn't belong. To stay alive, Aris discovers he can weave "Silver Threads" from the world’s own hostility, using them to construct a body, tools, and eventually, a sanctuary.

Random Cannon Fodder- "Oi, wanna die" Mc- "..." Random Cannon Fodder- *punch* Mc- "No." Random CF- *dies immediately* --------- One day a strange boy gets transferred into Cube, the most prominent high school in the country, during the middle of the school year. He has a very strange personality and seems somewhat strange. Intrigued by this boy, Yoo Yeonha follows him after class. She soon finds out that he has a dark secret.

Fate to some, Destiny to others, a being with various names, one and the same, the one who controls the path of the universe. When they first came into power, all they saw was chaos. Everything in disarray, so they sought order, and they found that very order through absolute control. A thread that trapped the chaos and seemed to mold the universe into order. Everything was predetermined, everything was fixed and because of all that everything was in balance. No one could go against their fate, those who have tried were cut from the tapestry of the universe, those who survived despite trying became an example of what it meant to tempt fate. Fate was vicious, fate was unkind and fate was absolute. Or so it was thought... ------------- He had played the game and was the last one left. Despite not being the strongest he was the one who survived the cataclysm. He finally finished this decrepit game but, at what cost. Fate stood in front of him. “Congratulations you have survived, unfortunately due to a lack of survivors your world will now be terminated”. Breathing in heavily, as the scent of blood filled the air, his armor shattered, his left arm limp, his body lacerated by thousands of slashes, he stood on a mountain of corpses. His friends, family, allies all but a distant memory. As he stood there barely clinging on to life he stared at fate and destiny into their eyes, hatred, pain, agony, lost, loneliness, every emotion flickered through his eyes till he displayed one final one ‘acceptance’. “NO!” “NO!” “I REFUSE TO DIE HERE, I REFUSE TO ACCEPT THIS FATE, THIS DESTINY. I WILL LIVE, I WILL SURVIVE, AND I WILL HUNT EVERY LAST ONE YOU DOWN! DO YOU HEAR ME!” A primal scream echoed through the wastelands that was once earth, as his vision faded to black. Not before a resounding SNAP echoed through the broken world.

A man who was cursed by the sun god has to live with his abnormalities will he persevere?

Years after Asher got banished from his own elven Homeland to earth, he knew he was screwed when he came home to find the last person he would ever expect half dead on his front door. SOFAE. A Warrior, thief, manipulator, an enemy with a lost purpose and the lady he'd vowed to never have anything to do with.

Dark Romance "P..please release my father, he's so..sick and dying",she begged earnestly. I felt myself grow excited beneath my mask. I gestured to the guards,to let her pass through the barricade of men surrounding me. She runs towards me, falling onto her knees,whilst holding my shoe clad leg. My guards brought out their guns but I waved them off. I felt a smirk crawl onto my lips. I got pleasure in the cries and pains of others although a part of me wondered why I didn't derive satisfaction or any joy from seeing this woman on her knees,tears streaking her face,face downcast. "P…please sir,let my father go, I'll do anything",she bawled out. The minute she looked up,her contacts rolled out, revealing ethereal sapphire colored eyes,eyes I'd recognize anywhere I see it,eyes that draw attention to themselves. The minute she looked up,I felt my breath catch in my lungs. Those ethereal eyes,the same colour of eyes as HER. The smirk on my lips trembled before completely crumbling. "Will you trade in yourself for your father", I asked in a blank voice. "Yes",she whimpered out in an instant. Just like that my game was starting. The prey has taken the bait. Lorenzo Demario, The Don of the Italian Mafia, The Devil's God, He's referred to as the Devil's God, Lorenzo is on a quest for vengeance, He's on a revengeful quest, looking for the murderers of his parents. He finds adulterated evidence against the Spanish mafia. He decides to use their heir against them,the heir they are all unaware of. He orchestrates an elaborate plan,a sure way to get his revenge but that all melts away when their eyes meet. Sapphire colored eyes clashing with forest green ones. But along the line,he realizes that the heir,his tool for revenge, is his childhood best friend and sweetheart. He has to decide between love and Duty. Adrianna White, She suffers from multiple personality Disorder, She has a facade of a shy and sweet girl, But at night, she's something e

From centuries vampires have shown no mercy to human. But Magnus Alby was different..... What does fate have destined for him. Aurora Milton is a simple girl, tangled up in a messy family, with an abusive father and helpless mother. Lets see what happens when she ends up as a beloved for a vampire she doesn't even know exists. note: Guys this is my first book. Please let me know it there are some mistakes. THE PHOTOS USED ARE NOT MINE

drabble of short stories, poems. Especially for people who love romance and heart breaks.

They called me broken. Turns out, I was just waiting for the right wolves to hear my call. Aria Thorne has lived twenty-three years as Ironclaw Pack's greatest shame an Omega so weak she can't shift, can't heal, and can’t even feel the pack bond. While her Alpha father leads with iron strength and her twin sister shines as the pack's golden child, Aria is invisible. Worthless. A genetic mistake in a world where power is everything. When her fated mate Kade Ironstone, the pack's future Alpha rejects her publicly at the Lunar Ceremony in favor of her perfect sister, Aria's humiliation is complete. Cast out of the only home she's ever known, stripped of her name and status, she's left to die in the forbidden Veil. But the Veil has been waiting for her. The moment her blood touches the ancient soil, everything changes. Her scent previously undetectable explodes into the supernatural world like a supernova, carrying the signature of the Primordial Wolves, the godlike beings who created all werewolf bloodlines before vanishing three thousand years ago. And it calls to them. The Apex Alphas. The three most powerful, dangerous, and unmated wolves in existence. Zane Blackthorn the ruthless Nightshade Alpha who lost his humanity the night rogues slaughtered his family, now more monster than man. Darius Ashwood the brilliant Bloodmoon Alpha who sees the future in fractured visions and has been searching for her for ten years. Cael Silvercrest the deadly Silverfang Alpha who built an empire on secrets and has killed to keep his dark past buried. Three Alphas who have never bowed to anyone. Three Alphas who would burn the world for her. Three Alphas who are about to discover that the weak little Omega they're drawn to is actually the True Luna the first in three millennia, born to unite or destroy all packs. But Aria's awakening has consequences. Ancient enemies thought extinct are rising. Her former pack wants to reclaim her as a weapon. And the three Alphas circling her? They're hiding secrets that could shatter everything. Aria spent her whole life being told she was nothing. Now she has to decide: become the saviour the packs need, or let them all burn for what they did to her. They wanted her gone. They're about to regret that wish.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.