witchcraftˈwɪtʃkrɑːft/nounthe practice of magic, especially black magic; the use of spells.----------In our times now, people don't believe in witches. There are even children dressing up as those on occasion, but what if witches aren't gone? What if they live right next to you!©SiKook97
Disclaimer: I don't own any stories posted on this book.This book contains the different English short stories written by the different prominent Filipino authors. This is really intended for the literature classes of both secondary and higher education schools and I also would like to post these stories to make them more accessible to read since Wattpad stories can be read offline.Enjoy! #philippineliterature- JhovLovesYou
My name is Paige Avorno and I love to sing but never show it. There is a really cute guy I like but I can never understand the meaning of love. The rythm and beat of a song help me process life in my own way. Now here you go, into a world of my life, and secrets I've never told anyone. Ever.
f!mandalorian!reader x f!twi'lek!sith "What's that?!" Anima exclaimed once y/n pulled the small silver ball out of her belt, pressing a small red button in the top. "It's a thermal detonator," y/n said, as if it were obvious, throwing the detonator and stepping back behind the wall, pulling Anima with her. "How am I supposed to know what that is?"Warnings: Language, violencePlaylist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5vRJ9XXcIhWPka9nRQxXBZ?si=XWDAB8i3T-CSMVXvSmIkqQAmazing trailer by the amazing @_CanvasCreations_ : https://pin.it/6fVmhQ6
Once there was a Goddess who loved the mortal realm more than the extravagance of the God's. None of the other beings of great power could understand why she would choose to spend time there instead of indulge in the bountiful exuberance of their world, but they allowed her this, until she brought life with her. A single sapling from the higher realm would sprout into an entire forest overnight, bringing with it energy and gifts. The other Gods were outraged at her continuance to spoil the lesser humans. They cast her from their world but wouldn't allow her the satisfaction of being able to enjoy it in her true form. Upon decent to the mortal plane she fell through a prism, splitting her soul into 7 different pieces. Now, the decedents of the fractured Goddess exhibit strength and cruelty without parallel. They all have one goal in mind... to reconnect all of the pieces and ascend to the heavens. But only one consciousness could possess the body, and the only way to retain control over the other portions of the soul was to eat the heart of the previous owner. ****I've created my own mythology here, it isn't based on anything other than my imagination, but there will be similarities to Greek and Latin myths just because I love that stuff.****Excerpt:Duncan scrambled off of her as fast as he could. Never before had I seen the man look as freighted as he did now. She stood and started towards him, an awful aura surrounded her and a hush had fallen over the crowd. "Amoenus..." Divus whispered, and a small smile spread across his face. Beautiful...A light that I once thought extinguished, shone again in his eyes. She was going to be trouble.
Darkness is falling. And it has pulled Freya Ericsson out of her everyday college life and into the realm of the Norse Gods. During their hunt for what the Dark Elves call The Amethyst, Malekith decides to take Freya along with them for reasons only he knows. They leave earth, and continue their search on Asgard. Saved by none other than Loki, the God of Mischief himself (but only because he was forced to), this pit stop leads to Freya waking up, battered and bruised in the healing wing, with a worried Thor staring at her.As she journeys through the world she thought was a myth, Freya learns things she never thought she would...things about herself, things about her family. An angry, mischievous God wants her dead, or does he? She really has no idea. The only thing she does know, though, is that Malekith wants her back, and this time he has no intention of losing her.** This Fan Fiction takes place instead of Thor: The Dark World **
A Gritty Space Opera:When Alya and Parker have to team up and work together, personalities clash, and sparks arise.While investigating missing teens across the galaxy, Lieutenant Alya Nayer and her Galaxy Hawks crew get word of an illegal fighting arena. They head out to investigate, but what they find is far worse than prohibited boxing matches. Parker has spent the last two years in a prison that forces the inmates to fight against each other -- not for freedom, but for the entertainment of the rich. When the Hawks show up asking questions, he sees an opportunity to escape and to find his missing brother.
The tittle pretty much sums it up... just a bunch of (romance) tropes that are amazingCo writer: @Frosty7890