Fanfics de Histórias Originais com o gênero Ação em Inglês

Kayla always lived with her father. And even though she liked that way, she also wanted to practice and learn how to be a shifter. After some problems with some shifter wolf pack in her city, she was send to her mother's academy, where she would lern to kill the wolfs and protect whoever needed. Always the sarcasm's mistress, she will learn how to survive in a school full of animals... Literally. But it's easier then she expects when she meets her handsome teacher.

They say love is clear to see.
But I say that love makes us see illusions.
And when we think we love someone, we don't.

Daiki Eiji is a runaway from jail who is only 16. One day he goes home and sees his father abusing his mother so he shoots him. His mother then tells him to go to high school and be a normal student so he changes his identity and does so. He sits next to a quiet girl named Haruka Mori and realizes that she is in trouble because of him. That's when the real story begins.

Se os olhos humanos pudessem contemplar que há guardiões entre eles, talvez não culpariam o pai por seus desastres. Não precisamos ser vistos, apenas acreditem que estamos aqui.

Daenerys Targaryen's life has always had its ups and downs. A constant struggle to achieve his goal and survive, even if it has cost almost everything, including his love, Khal Drogo. After a painful loss, anything can happen.

 

So this will basically be a collection of short stories created by me. They'll range from scary to romance to comedy (those will be horrible) etc. (Might be one or two poems. Shhhh.)

(The images aren't mine and belong to their original owners.)

This story is completely fictional - tells the story of a boy who felt full pleasure in killing

Em um último esforço desesperado, Emilly percebe o Big Bang e desencadeia uma explosão que redefine a realidade. Neste novo começo, a batalha entre os portadores de Kwamis e a Antimatéria recomeça, marcando o início de uma nova era de aventuras e perigos. Esta é a história de Miraculous, onde a destruição pode levar à criação e onde a esperança ainda brilha, apesar das trevas que ameaçam o mundo.
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- Interativa não Rpg
- Universo Alternativo
- Respeito a todos, a o autor e a os leitores
- Respeitar as diferenças que forem citadas ao universo original

It's dark... Everything is so dark... But like it or not I've gotten used to how dark this place can get, it's not like there are windows in the castle dungeon. Eventually my ears pick up some moaning noises from what I can only assume are other prisoners… His prisoners. Looking around I come across the same landscape as always, a black stone cell with these obsidian bars that prevent me from escaping from here… And as a bonus I still have these demonite shackles holding me to the cell wall.

But like I said, I got used to it... There's just one thing in this cell that irritates me deeply, sometimes more than him. There is a leak inside my cell, a leak that seems to only come to torment me when there is no more light outside... Or at least it seems that I only notice its existence when the stillness of the night dominates this place.

I don't know if it's the lack of content in my mind... Maybe the boredom of this place is finally driving me insane. But I swear, with every drop that falls against this cold floor, it feels like a huge weight falling inside my head, I can't stand listening to that drip anymore, my head won't stop hurting because of it.

But I heard something else that made me forget about the dripping for a few seconds, it was the noise of footsteps, footsteps that echoed throughout the dungeon, and I knew exactly who those footsteps belonged to. A few more harrowing seconds pass before his figure forms in the shadows, he approaches my cell and just… Stops.

He stopped completely in front of my cell, with his hands behind his back, saying absolutely nothing and just staring at me. This… This irritates me so much. At first, he tried to fill my mind with things, torture me in a certain way, but nothing irritates me more than seeing him just standing there. Does he think he's superior to me? Just because I'm in a prison, is that enough for him to comfortably stand in front of my cell and look at me with that smile?

- What do you want? – I growl the question out looking down again, I don't want to have to look at the cocky smile of this… Monster.

– A new job has appeared for you… – His voice echoes as his footsteps did before throughout the dungeon.

Whitty sempre foi muito paranóico e ansioso com o seu coração sempre pedindo por um abraço ou um carinho mas por conta de seu passado ele não conseguia se abrir e além disso ele nunca havia sentido algo como abraços ou beijos e por ele estava bem assim.

Mas por conta de um acidente no inverno ele acabou encontrando (s/n) que devagar entre todas as outras estações deu a ele mais do que o mesmo queria.