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  • Long Way to Fall

    “Be careful when you fight monsters, lest you become one.” As Hilbert Warren travels through the Unova region, he will learn the value of these words, as each hardship he endures drives him further down the path into murderous psychopathy… Novelization of Pokemon White. Rated T for language and some content. Cover by Karliroja on Deviantart. More

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  • Tales of a Mercenary

    Michail tread through the dead city’s frozen surface. He always watched his step, slowly creeping around the ruins of old. The mercenary was only armed with his trusty AK and a short revolver on his side, protected also by some modified heavy armour. The irradiated surface was always a challenge to any man no matter how skilled in combat or survival they were. Many never return from their exhibition, those who do often cling to the underground prison they call home. “Michail! Michail are you there?!” A voice on the radio called. It was the mercenary’s friend, Sacha, who was responsible for keeping contact with him whenever on the surface or perhaps taking a short separate job, the man never had the guts to go outside. Other times he goes on him with missions if based in the metro. He sighed, “What do you want Sacha? Perhaps you’ve forgotten that I’m on the surface where mutants infest.” “I’m sorry. The commander wants to know if you have those supplies yet,” Michail didn’t like taking jobs from Hansa. But nevertheless they paid good money for such jobs, this time he was coming back from getting petrol and whatever was mechanical. The […] More

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  • I Don't Want To Be Alone

    Words- 1010 Series- The Ghost Adventures Of Kasumi Yoshizawa and Goro Akechi Summary- Shortly after dying, Akechi meets a certain someone at Cafe Leblanc while deciding to haunt the boy who ruined his life. Akechi glared at the barista from his current stool, Sumire sat 2 stools down chatting to Akira about her last competition. Akechi wasn’t really interested in their conversation, after all, why would he be interested in a conversation he couldn’t contribute to? A finger tapped his shoulder, “Is this seat taken?” A voice asked right behind Akechi, he turned to see a familiar face…Kasumi Yoshizawa. Akechi sighed and gestured to the stool to the right of him, “Go ahead.” “Thanks!” Kasumi exclaimed, and sat on the stool next to him. Akechi turned back to Akira and Sumire as he asked “So you’re here too, hm?” “Yep!” Sumire was blushing now, Akira must have said something flirty…how disgusting, does he really have to witness this for the rest of time? Kasumi smiled, “They make such an adorable couple, don’t they!” “Mm,” Akechi rolled his eyes. “Ah! I’m so happy that she found someone that makes her so happy!” Kasumi exclaimed. Kasumi then looked at Akechi, “I’m guessing […] More

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  • Brendan's Journey

    A Momentous Change It was a great day for Brendan Maple as he walked the streets of Goldenrod City in the Johto region. The sun was shining, and he was finally free of high school. While he wandered the streets he grew up on, the brown-haired eighteen year-old was lost in his thoughts, reflecting on his family and his life. His father, Norman, had insisted that Brendan go through all of school, rather than stopping at ten as most students did to become trainers. That was the route that Norman had taken, and the results were unquestionable. The man was a fantastic Pokémon trainer, and he had to be to maintain his status as the Goldenrod Gym Leader, and currently one of the strongest gym leaders of the Johto region. Norman was also completely obsessed with Pokémon, and their training. When he was home, Norman almost always talked about the gym, especially when there were challengers. Although Norman wanted Brendan to take over the Goldenrod gym one day, he never tried to force Brendan down any particular path, aside from education. Currently, since Brendan had no real interest in becoming a Gym Leader, Norman had been watching the trainers who […] More

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  • Long Way to Fall

    Long Way to Fall By: Rylek196 Prologue 1: Forced Evolution “Is everything ready?” a man with green hair asked.  “Yes, sir,” a scientist wearing a lab coat and sitting in front of a control panel answered. “The laser is good to go. We can begin anytime.”  The other scientist sitting next to him was not so confident. “This is insane,” he muttered fearfully. “Once we do this, that thing’s gonna evolve, get loose and kill everything. Everything being us.” The green-haired man simply pulled a Poke Ball from his belt, and clicked the circular button on its front twice, opening it. In a flash of light, a deadly-looking Pokemon appeared. It was red, humanoid, and just over five feet tall. Its body was clad in armor resembling a samurai mixed with a chess piece, an axe-like blade adorning its head. Wickedly sharp blades were also present on its forearms and stomach.  The Pokemon took a fighting stance as the offending scientist cowered inf ear. “Bisharp, as you will,” the green-haired man said. “Night Slash.”  As the Bisharp’s forearm blades extended to twice their usual length, the doomed scientist got up out of his chair and ran for the door. Bisharp, […] More

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  • Fragments from Middle-earth Chapter 1, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] B2MeM Challenge The Steward and his Sons – Seek for the sword that was broken; Tolkien’s Tree- Nimloth.. Facets of Faramir – Questioner. Last Lines- – was alive but taken by the enemy. Format: 300 Word FLF Genre: general,Rating: PG Warnings: None Characters: Faramir Pairings: none Summary: Faramir worries about his brother These characters all belong to the estate of J.R.R. Tolkien. This story was written for pleasure and not for financial gain. He should have been granted the errand. It was his dream! Faramir groaned in frustration and ran his hands through his dark hair. To be fair, Boromir had dreamed the same dream, but only after Faramir had recounted it to his brother. Maybe Boromir had sensed his thoughts as they had slept alongside each other on the eve of the battle. Alternatively, had he talked in his sleep and caused his brother to dream? Why had his father decided to send Boromir? His brother could less easily be spared. Faramir had questioned his father but received no answers. He could guess them, though. Denethor did not trust him. He knew the old lore as well as his father did. Many swords had been broken in countless […] More

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  • Sinnoh's Heir

    Lucas is a long-time resident of Twinleaf Town, a diligent son, and best friends with the speedy kid next door, Barry. But a series of tragedies propels him into his own Pokemon journey with a new girl in town, Dawn. As Lucas and his team grow stronger, a shadow grows alongside him, threatening to burn everything Lucas loves. Part of Brendan’s Journey and A Hui Hou Kakao’s universe. More

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  • In the Shadow of the Beasts

    A/N: I wish everyone who stumbles across this story on this site a warm welcome. If you’re curious, yes, I AM the same Rylek196 from Fanfiction. There ain’t no impostors here, that’s for dang sure! As such, the story behind me writing this is the same: I wrote this story back in 2014, wasn’t satisfied with the outcome, decided to do it again, blah, blah, blah. Really, the only thing to note here is that the cover image is not mine. The artist’s name is Tengu-Arts, and you can find them on Deviantart. With all that out of the way, enjoy.   In The Shadow of the Beasts  By: Rylek196 Prologue: To the Ancient Land This wasn’t supposed to happen, a young man on horseback thought. None of it. It just should not have happened. Of all the thoughts swirling in his brain, this was the most prevalent. The sense of… wrongness, about his whole situation. As he carefully manoeuvred the horse he rode- Agro, her name was, judging by the label above the stall he had stolen her from- along the treacherous path inside the canyon, one feeling stood out from the rest.  That feeling was rage. Pure, white-hot fury. Fury at […] More

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  • A Thank You to My Killer, a silmarillion fanfic

    [ad_1] “I came to thank you.” The voice came from above him. Thranduil lurched to look up, surprised by the sudden words. There, in the tree he leaned against, was an elf, with dark skin, and eyes that were the same shade, so much so that they almost blended into each other. He wore black leather armor and plates, and, well, in honesty, Thranduil had no idea who he was. “My sincerest apologies, but do I know you?” The elf gave a thin smile. “Perhaps you would recognize me better like this.” His face morphed to scales and his nose flared out and his hair fussed to his scalp. For a moment, the Elvenking found himself staring at the head of a dragon. And the scars on Thranduil, hidden under a layer of glamor, *burned* for looking at the one who had given them to him. But then the elf shifted back. “What are you?” he asked in a morbidly fascinated whisper. The elf, again, smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “It matters not.” The words were sorrowful and soft. “I came to thank you,” he repeated. “For what?” Whatever the creature was here to thank him for, Thranduil […] More

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  • How It All Went Down Differently Chapter 1: How It All Went Down Differently, a star wars: the clone wars fanfic

    [ad_1] Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars, any of it. I also don’t own the cover image. I apologize for any mistakes. Anakin Skywalker was dead. They had announced it on the holo-net this morning. Everyone mourned the passing of the Hero with No Fear. Padawan Ahsoka Tano sat alone in the dark in her room. She mourned the death of ‘Skyguy’, who had always been a brother to her. Master Obi-Wan Kenobi mediated for days on end. No one dared to disturb him. Senator Amidala of Naboo stared longingly out her balcony and not even her handmaidens knew why. None asked. And Count Dooku of Serenno gazed out his starship, smirking wickedly. Master Skywalker of the Jedi Order hung unconscious from a containment field, a force-inhibitor cuff around his wrist and a shock-collar around his neck. Anakin- It was pain that brought me back, a white-hot agony that had seeped into my very bones and crawled into my mind, pounding to be let out. I opened my eyes slightly and meet the cold black eyes of another, of Count Dooku. “Forget all you know, Skywalker. It is nothing but a memory now.” He slapped me with the back […] More

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  • Veterans From the Days of the Republic Chapter 1: Veterans, a Star Wars: The Clone Wars + Star Wars Rebels Crossover fanfic

    [ad_1] Disclaimer: I do not own Star Wars Rebels, Star Wars, Star Wars: The Clone Wars, or any part of the Star Wars franchise. (I wish I did.) So… I looked for a story like this but couldn’t find anything. I decided to write my own, and here we are! It was supposed to be a simple mission. An easy one. Which meant that it turned out terribly, horribly wrong. Their intel was wrong. There wasn’t a fuel transfer, which would have been a grab-and-go. Instead, there was a group of stormtroopers. Rex had gone along for the ride, and that was how he ended up sitting on the cot in a tiny imperial cell, sulking in the corner. Yes, he was sulking. He didn’t care with it was unbefitting of a seasoned Clone Wars veteran like him. There was no one here to see him, so why did it matter? He didn’t have the barest hint of an escape plan—though he should if he was half the strategical master he’d heard Ahsoka had painted him as. The door slid open with a hiss and Rex’s head jerked up, but his heart froze. It was a stormtrooper. But not just […] More

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  • Heart of Darkness, a lord of the rings fanfic

    [ad_1] Heart of Darkness by Linda Hoyland Rating PG I make no money from this story. All familiar characters belong to Tolkien. Summary – Old wounds are reopened for Aragorn and Faramir. With grateful thanks to Raksha and Deandra. “It is an outrage, sire!” The plump merchant’s double chin wobbled in indignation. “I cannot see why, Master Finfarin. The homeless shelter is nowhere near your property.” “That my taxes are to be spent on the lazy and feckless is a disgrace!” Finfarin continued. Aragorn’s eyes gleamed dangerously, forcing the merchant to look away. “I would remind you, Master Finfarin, that hard times may come upon anyone.” “They are drunkards and idlers!” the merchant protested. “Many who are now homeless fought for Gondor during the war against Sauron. Some cannot endure the things that they saw and seek now to numb their minds with liquor.” Aragorn’s tone was like ice. “If you too had fought for Gondor, you too would know and would understand.” “I had to look after my business and see my old mother safe to Lossarnach.” “Quite so, now I have no more time to waste on this matter. Good day, Master Finfarin.” Aragorn’s tone brokered no further […] More

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