Tag "Dark elements" - Works and Original stories

Societally binding chains. All people have their own. For Arashi, his chains are his gender identity. Thrown out at the age of nine, he's lived on the streets of his small village. With few belongings and practically unable to see, he's forced to move to Tokyo after accidentally pushing a man down on the ground. His new guardian has to be planning something, trying to get him in further trouble; warmth has to be fake. It only becomes deeper when he finds a castle where his school should be...

A young policewoman, obsessed with justice, finds herself trapped-locked in a prison world where chaos reigns supreme. Her only companion is the one she despised with every fiber of her being, the one she feared to her core yet relentlessly hunted. Kai-a psychopath whose darkness is both terrifying and mesmerizing-blames her for his new captivity. She's become a pawn in someone else's game, while he's a predator, eager to make her pay for every moment of his lost freedom.

She comes to that clearing again and again. Every time life becomes unbearably hard, peace lies among the unmarked graves. There are no names or dates, but she knows who is buried there. Today, life has become unbearably hard again...

Vale. The land of plenty, the land of prosperity. But how can it feel so much worse than Atlas…? Anguish grips Winter’s mind, alone and isolated, with new family straining to welcome her. Will clinging shadows lead to her downfall? Or can guiding lights free her from darkness? Sequel to Anywhere

Leo, a disgraced former sorcerer in hiding, is perfectly happy running his apothecary shop until the lost heir of a morally dubious dynasty begs him to help recover a (possibly evil) magical artifact that could destroy the world. Begrudgingly, Leo finally agrees to help, only to discover that he's been tricked into helping the wrong side.

Imperial Year 1180. What seems like a normal year at Garreg Mach's Officer's Academy is shaping up to be anything but. For the first time, the fourth official house, the Iris Warblers, comprised of foreign students, has been used... Machinations move in the background few are aware of and the new students may just be able to help if the Fodlan students aren't afraid to reach out beyond their borders.

"Dog? What dog?" her friend blinked in surprise. "But he's right there, sitting by the gate," Lara gestured towards the dog, which seemed to be waiting for her. "There's no one there."

Odysseus slaughtered all the suitors. But Antinous has returned as an unquiet spirit. He has one final matter to settle.

At Halloween night Lee Minho buys a key. What key is it? Which door can it open and for what?

Calypso did, in truth, love Odysseus. He truly had everything—the finest food, the most beautiful garments, and the very best company on the island.

Fire. Sand. Bones. Neil hadn't even recovered from his mother's death when he was in deep trouble: he'd been kidnapped right from the fucking beach. He didn't know how many hours, days, or weeks he'd been lying on the bed, staring at the white ceiling with a clouded gaze. He also didn't know what would happen to him; this time he didn't want to run or hide. Not his father, so what, maybe they wouldn't even kill him? Sometimes he heard snippets of people in white coats, maybe doctors. \/

Milos, a reckless paladin-in-training and son of a ruthless duke, never expected to raise a child at the tender age of fifteen. Especially not with Noema, his father’s rejected favorite. Drawing on her secretive past, Noema survives the duke’s cruelty by staying quiet and obedient. But when she’s forced to care for Milos’s infant son, trapped in the same prison wing as the baby’s disgraced father, she finds freedom instead.

After being sentenced to Atlas by Ozpin, Qrow finds himself connecting with Major Schnee one night at a party despite his misgivings. However, a chain of unforeseen events force them much closer together than either of them would expect.

On a quiet evening well before the first loop, Harriet Morse and Frank Spicer share drinks and secrets. Eternity comes for a price, albeit the price is not always measured in money.

What’s worse than waking up in a coffin? Waking up in a coffin next to a half-dead pretty boy. Most awkward. Rescue mission. Ever. That iconic moment when the Noblesse awakens? Spoiler alert: it all went wrong. No dramatic silence. No graceful rise. No red wine eyes opening with ancient wisdom. Hey, don't blame me! I’m a victim here. And somehow the only responsible adult in this mess. So wish me luck.

Prowl/Jazz demonhunters!au

This collection with a self-explanatory title, “To feel,” is aimed at reducing dialogue and increasing descriptions. It does not contain names, surnames, or cities. The essence of the work is the emphasis not on characters, but on feelings, emotions, atmosphere. Happy reading.

I was packing the flower, listening to the cheerful chatter of the child. Emma stood a little further away, looking at other flowers. “By the way, in the language of flowers, peonies mean…” she cast a helpless glance at Emma. “Longevity,” Emma prompted.

What was happening between us was not love. Animal passion, the desire to subjugate and rule. Forced attachment of one lonely person to another even more lonely. An attempt to survive and find support in a shaky reality. “…but you know, I love that about you. And what I also love about you is that you don’t idealize me or flatter me. Funny, right? I literally love you because you don't love me. Even if you don't love me, I will love you for both of us. And you can love music.”

When you have decided to take a free fall from the cliff... or someone special to you is ready to plunge head-first into the deepest abyss... in order to search for tiny scraps of life and love, but instead being dragged to the lowest hell, one single question matters: How far are you willing to go?