The Screams in the Forest, the Blood on the Walls

The Screams in the Forest, the Blood on the Walls

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I still remember that day. I still hate him for it. He never should have left me out there. Out in the forest. With nothing but a note for the next person I saw, and a backpack that held a few pairs of clothes, a little food, a little water, a knife, a lighter, and hairspray. But I still remember what came out of it. I have to admit that I'm kind of glad he did. If he hadn't I would already be dead. But at this point I think it would have been better if he hadn't. The death camps would be bad. But they can't possibly be worse than what I deal with now. I hear screaming every night. Every day I see more blood stained on the walls of my treehouse. But I know I'm alone out here. At least... I hope I am.I want to give a special thanks to @nightfury107 the amazing person who made this beautiful cover!…

Ohaki Aizawa: the Empress of Darkness

Ohaki Aizawa: the Empress of Darkness

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This is a story of pain and prosperity, of despair and delight. This is a story of luck and misfortune, of anger and contentment. This is a story of anticipation and astonishment. This is a story of apprehension and confidence. This is a story of weakness and perseverance. My name is Ohaki Aizawa, and this story, is my life story.…

The Last of Our Kinds: a Skyrim fan fiction

The Last of Our Kinds: a Skyrim fan fiction

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Talirda Oblivion, a dwemer who is the only one of her kind that, unknowingly, traveled through time to the current era. She is the last of her kind in this era, she traveled through time, not by herself, but by the place she was in. She was going to this place in oblivion with her people when she ended up in a cave, the same exact cave she was outside of before this happened to her people.Gelebor, the last snow elf, who is in the right time, is the last of his kind because of a war that took the snow elves retreating to their well known buddies, the dwemer. Soon after he meats Talidra, they have a little girl, who they name Blaze Oblivion. But that's not the end of their story, no that's not what this story is about. This story is about their daughter Blaze Oblivion. Blaze Oblivion becomes, well if you really want to know that, you have to read to find out.Disclaimer: I do not own Gelebor, however I do own Talirda Oblivion and Blaze Oblivion, I do not own Skyrim (by that I mean I have the disks but I don't own Bethesda) but I do own the book and ideas I put into the book, there is mention of the world as it is now. Plus I will mention blood a lot I will also mention very dark things like death and killing things possibly even a character mentioning suicide. If you can't handle these please don't force yourself to read this book. There will be a lot of swearing, because, well I swear all the time.…

The Hazardous Life of Blaze Oblivion

The Hazardous Life of Blaze Oblivion

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"You know that there's a difference between us... right? A difference between hero's and villains." As soon as I said this I wish I hadn't said anything. He looked at me with total anger. "I thought you were on my side!" He yelled. "Who would have known..." I paused and looked at the person approaching from behind, "right Toga?... damn you heroes can be pretty stupid sometimes."Warning:This book will contain the following: Depressed characters; Characters having suicidal thoughts and doing suicidal things; lots of violence; descriptive blood scenes(example: the blood oozed out of my face, like a waterfall that had just formed, quickly dripping to the floor and creating a puddle.) possibly strong language. If you can't handle this please don't read it For those of you that do read this proceed with cautionAlso, I am going to end up making a zombie apocalypse happen in this book, so be prepared…