For many years, the concept of those outside of what humans call the otherworldly and themselves has been distinctly muddied. Some would say the rise of organized religion pushed the margins away from what lurks in the shadows. What emerges is to truly be hidden away from prying eyes as if to preserve the unity that is distinctly human and not. Now however that begs the question, are witches considered human? There are many ways they are stripped of such privileges. There are many more ways to identify one in the public. As those who ask remain unquestioned, one must say...Who is doing the asking?
I hate my life.
Forced into a marriage by my monster of a father to a sadistic psychopath.
I've given up hope of a life beyond suffering. Then walks in my childhood crush, with his chiseled jaw and dark eyes.
Desires I've never known awaken inside me and my world turns upside down
The moment I saw her I knew I must have her.
But all that comes crushing down when I find out she belongs to another man.
Burdened by an intense chemistry pulling us together.
I try to fight my attraction to her.
Secrets unfold that have me questioning why we crossed paths again after so long.
"you think I let go because I never had feelings for you" Alex has always been a logical person but saying I never liked him is not reasonable "if you did, it wouldn't have been so easy to move on just because of toxic fans" I feel guilty about that and hearing it again is piercing my open wound
I'm the bad guy in my own story "you moved on with a public figure, what made you think the media can't hurt him but it can hurt me" my tears are already falling uncontrollably
This is making my heart ache become five times more painful "Alex, I'm so sorry, it won't do anything really but I also feel worst, Ga heul oppa just kind of happened" I sniffled "I feel toxic saying anything to you, no matter what I say I feel like I'm still at fault, I hated how you looked when the picture got online, you weren't the Alex I knew" I moved a little closer "I wish I hadn't run away then" I am already a sobbing mess "I wish I fought for what we had, I loved what we had" I hugged him
There are things that no one was meant to see, and darkness that should never have been given living form.
"That the world is coming to an end has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what the truth is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. We shattered reality itself to shards, but even the apocalypse could not make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have nothing to inherit but ashes and fear, and no matter how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."
This is the story of a broken world haunted by the deepest horrors of the human soul, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a fanatic war against everything that is not human, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.
What to expect:
A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I am really happy if you find it worth reading!
Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!
Our world is full of secrets. Secrets that not a lot of people know about. Secrets that better stay hidden from the masses…
A highly organised terrorist group has gained in power for years. Infiltrating large companies, rebel groups, even governments… Eliminating this threat is the primary target of the top-secret, international organisation, the World Security Coalition. A new type of shadow warfare has commenced…
Dawn joined the organisation only several months ago, but already proved to be one of the most competent operators the WSC ever had. She is part of ‘the younger generation’, an initiative to recruit young-adults as new agents.
But defeating this new threat won’t be her sole struggle. Struggling social skills, teammates, and a recruit to work with, a feeling of guilt towards the only teammate that neared the term ‘friend’ and constant lying to her ‘normal life’ friends, one is even getting suspicious…
Is she physically impregnable enough to absorb all the pain of her wounds? Is she mentally strong enough to carry on this ambiguous life? Will she, get through this, or will she, only look through the pain?
At what cost will this all end?
(Sidenote: this story contains many genres and not one is disproportionately dominant over the others.)
Do I really need to introduce this? It's exactly what it sounds like. Out-of-Context quotes.
Just something to know before reading this, though: there's swearing, could be mentions of sex in the future, and other stuff that sounds cursed. So, if you don't want to see that...then don't read this.
--I first gazed upon the individual who would become my personal God while jumping out of the back of a pickup--
That's the opening line from this story's narrator. He's able to assume the form of werewolf, dog, or human. He's looking for an influencer named Julia who has become so popular she has ascended into divinity.
Goddess Julia remains immature and irresponsible while discovering how to smite a believer, engage in combat against other goddesses, and establish a religion that's often mocked.
Be witness to hilarity, hijinks, and Hell Hath No Fury Like a Goddess still allergic to pet hair.