December Scarborough never saw it coming. But maybe she should have, considering how he scowled at her so hard in the music store that it might as well be permanent on his face. Throw in some cousins, friends, an estranged brother, a weird feud and a twin, she really should have anticipated it.

The prince does not ask for his crown. The damsel does not need to be rescued. The king does not rule from his throne. The princess does not want a prince charming. The pirate does not enjoy his plunder. The assassin does not kill out of bloodlust.

Seek neither a crown nor a war, for Captain Kilyan knows not what he is in for.

{ a Legend of Luven // the Corrupt Crown Chronicles, book one }

{ r e m a r k s }

Yes, this story will eventually return, hopefully by the end of 2019. However, it is not the same as it was before. I have changed names and certain details because I want this story to be as strong as I possibly can make it. If you've read an earlier version, I hope you think this one improves upon the last greatly. If you're new to this story, welcome. I hope I do not disappoint.

Basic Premise:In a parallel universe, killing someone gives you all the time the victim had left. Of course, murder is still strictly illegal, but a select few find ways to justify it, commit it, and even teach others to commit it. There are those who murder for the sole purpose of extending their own life. They are known as the Time Killers.

Features a series of shorts exploring the possibilities for Time Killers in such a world interwoven with a single theme - what does it mean for someone's time to be empty?

Inspired by Lata's contest Kill Time.

Wheels have started to turn in the world of Arëth. A village is attacked in the free continent in the west setting into motion a chain of events that sees different warriors come together to stop the emperor instigating the war.

Families reunite. Allegiances formed. Battles fought.

And at the heart of it, a conspiracy to awaken an old evil.

[Rewritten Version.] 11/5/2016 

Mason, the soon-to-be-alpha of Silver Moon, was still five at the time. He was still innocent and very curious. He was still so cute and everyone still wanted to pinch his cheeks.

Little Mason eyed his father who was walking around in circles like a madman confusedly. He had seen this kind of scene before in movies and it usually meant the character was panicking or nervous about something.

Innocent little Mason wanted to help, so he asked his father softly because he didn't want to surprise him, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, nothing. Just some pack stuff. Nothing a five-year-old like you should be worrying about, so don't worry." His father dodged the question easily.

Mason sighed. It was like this again. His father would never tell him the problems he had, and it made him became much more distant to Mason because he wouldn't let Mason help.

Plus, Mason also didn't like the fact that his father thought he was too young to understand anything at all. His father even thought that he didn't know who betas were to the alphas. It was annoying that every time Mason asked 'what's wrong', his father would always mention his age, like just now, as a reason to avoid the question.

"It's just that the Starlight and Black Blood have decided to forbid the other creatures into their territory," his father explained and for a second Mason was surprised that he even spoke to him, because he was so focused on walking around in circles.

"What's so wrong about that?" Mason asked. What his father meant by 'the other creatures' were the witches and warlocks and ghosts and every other creatures out there that weren't werewolves and hated werewolves' existence.

"You see, a few years back, the other creatures and werewolves made a deal. If the werewolves would let us into their territory, they would have peace, but if not, then they would rebel against us," his father said. He sighed.

"There are still other packs, though," Mason stated. His father never let the other creatures in his pack, so why was he worried when the big packs did it, too?

"Yeah, but the packs won't treat them like pack members. They aren't allowed to go to pack events, or meetings, or anything at all and they feel like they're being treated like slaves."

"Okay. So the point is?"

"Well, what should we do with our pack? I don't want those creatures inside, but I also don't want them to rebel against us."

"Yeah, well, it's up to you. Imagine being in their shoes, Dad."

"I'll think about it, don't worry. Now, it's already nine-thirty, way past your bedtime. Go to sleep, li'l guy." Edward, Mason's father, smiled proudly as he watched his son walk away. He was growing quickly and Edward was sure that he was going to be a good and caring alpha.

Edward decided to go to sleep also. Mary, his wife, had been calling his name for a while now. He hadn't been sleeping properly, always staying up late.

A year later, Mason's mother gave birth to two beautiful twins and everyone in the pack was very happy. Mason and his two sisters looked very alike and the twins looked like the young versions of Mason. They had six-year age gap.

The twins were named Lily Allen Wilson and Lauren Diamond Wilson. Mason questioned himself why his name wasn't as cool as the two--his name was only plain Mason Wilson, which in his point of view sounded a bit weird because they rhymed--but soon, he forgot about the matter.

Mary was a human, so Lily was more of a human than wolf, but it went the other way for both Mason and Lauren.

However, six years later, the smiles were turned into frowns as the alpha and luna died, leaving Mason with his sisters and the whole pack to take care of. Mason was only twelve while his sisters were six.

Their parents died at the twins' birthday. The pack invited many other packs for their birthday and the other creatures who passed seemed to want to get revenge to Starlight and Black Blood by putting out fire.

Edward told Mary--who was pregnant--and their children to go to the panic room thing when they noticed the fire that the witches had set up outside. When the luna and her children were running, the luna got shot on the leg, making it impossible for her to stand up. She told the kids to go on without her and they had no choice but to obey.

Actually, the pack still wasn't sure about the alpha and luna's conditions because they didn't find their dead bodies. They guessed that the leaders were brought to the witches' lair and they killed them there. If you had the alpha and luna alive, you would use them as baits, right? But there were no threats or anything, so they must be dead, right?

Still, even though he knew it was useless, Mason dared to hope that his parents were alive. And, though he knew it was pointless, Mason still sent out small groups to search for them.

He had grown so close to his two sisters and he noticed the many differences between the two. The thing that made them very different were the colour of their hair. Lily's hair was white while Lauren's hair was brown, but when Lily's hair was wet it would turn blue, and when Lauren was outside and the sun shined her hair, it would turn red. Their hair was like magic, and again Mason was a bit jealous of the two.

Lily hated being called Allen while Lauren preferred to be called Lala than her real name. Lily was the soft one while Lauren was a bit violent. Lauren hated when people called her a 'tomboy,' though, because she didn't like them for some reason.

Plus, Lauren was actually more feminine than Lily about clothes. Lauren liked wearing dresses and stuff while Lily preferred a random t-shirt and jeans. However, both of them liked wearing accessories and doing each other's hair.

Mason had grown to hate the other creatures, though. He changed the pack rules and didn't even let in the other creatures. He hated them for taking away his parents and he killed every time he met one. For that, he had gotten popular around the other packs.

Everything was happening as usual. However, what would happen if Mason met this witch who turned out to be his mate? And the witch knew where the witches' lair was?

Of course, everything was supposed to be alright. Mason's parents were supposed to be just fine, everyone was supposed to be just fine. However, things weren't as simple as they seemed to be.

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[Advisory: Contain Curse Words, Cute Nosebleeding Scenes, Comedy and Nervewrecking Love Shots To Your Hearts]

Krystal is a hardworking, straightforward and bold girl who has been in Rave's Dancing School for about a year now. She is beautiful and attractive but she has no time to go dating. Everyone calls her the "Dancing King" because she is very good at dancing. Time goes by normally until the new and real "Dancing King" appears and clickher heart.

This story inspired by Maria from MariaTJackson over on FictionPress. Thank you, Maria! Also, if she's reading this, pretty funny that we the idea rolling before NoNaWriMo, huh? Also, she's on Penana as Maria3313, so if you see a comment and I don't reply, then that's a hundred percent her and I'm just AFK.

Summary: In a highly industrialized world there stands a large city, within these walls lives Maria Wolfe, she was a regular human who only dreamed of freedom outside the prison with no walls, where everything outside the city limits was off limits. Even the beach was now called Forbidden Beach, only the land and sea around fishing companies was "safe", orange buoys floated out to mark the limits.

Animen, a race of people with a variety of animal-like appearances and traits, are heavily persecuted, and are sent alone into the Forbidden Woods, but legend has it that a stretch of land far south in the woods leads to a paradisaical land where these people live happily ever after...the Company wants this land.

This is not a 50,000 word story. My only goal is to finish it. ;)

Still mentally planning, so if you find this, please stay tuned~

I have recalled the story idea now!!

It's gonna be another LGBT+ one, just to warn you. :)

Plus, I may or may not change the title. I'm not very happy with this one.

Okay! Here goes...

I am not going to explain myself. No, I won't; I'll leave my personal information out for you to discover later. It's more fun that way, don't you think?

One thing I will tell you, though - my name is Hurricane. I am an assassin.

I do not own the image used for this cover. It's fanart of Japan from Hetalia, inspired by HetaOni I think.

Imagine a life of nothing but nightmares - everywhere you go and everything you see brings back terrible moments from the past.

Sometimes the people that seem the happiest are, in fact, the most depressed inside.

After all; the biggest smiles are the ones that hide the most pain.

Casper was just a normal girl, other then her crazy pinkish red hair and her metal scene look. Her senior year was going well until three transfer students move into her English class. There hot guys that the girls gawk over, but not her. She ignores them complete.

But one day one of them becomes friends with her, shows her this really cool book. She looks through it and finds Egyptian spells, asking her father didn't help. So the next time she saw him he explained and everything made sense now.

All four of them went to Egypt to find Casper's true potential, meaning many obstacles and welcoming's on the way. Will she learn her full potential before time is up or will she have to use the rest of her life as a slave to the Egyptian God of Chaos, Seth.

For the twenty-four years she has been alive, Emma Patterson never expected a ride on a peculiar taxi will change her life forever.

Rides and Klef are back and better than ever--or so they'd have most believe. In actuality, they are working with their fellow Crusaders to stop an evil organization from destroying the world. In this sequel to The Poison Tree's Gardener, chaos, betrayal, and suspense are around every corner as emotions run high. Will Rides and Klef be able to stop this unknown force, or will they crumble under pressure?