Kiz didn't want to get wrapped up in anything. She'd always been a scavenger, a rouge, living just inside the law.But when an elven mage crosses her path, pursued by a mercenary of the empire, she hedges her bets and leads the mage towards his home.…
Ivanoff, the, petty criminal, veteran of the Moran wars, who spends most of his time too drunk to remember his last thoughtYasmine, his daughter, the illegitimate child of a princess, brutal, cold, and very near evilKristoff, the orphan, not knowing how he wound up with these two, and yet fitting in well enough, always distrusting, always on guard, no room for mercy.The basement of an abandoned building, where the only furniture is a trio of straw sacks, a pair of stools, and an old, rickety table.These are not heroes. These are not saviors. They are not good.But something does shine through.Something almost buried under hostility, under glares and curses.Something one cannot see unless they observe, closely and carefully.These are not heroes.But they are not yet villains.They have time.They have each other.They have a chance.…
Two years after the fall of democracy, we find ourselves. America, the most powerful stronghold of the rights of mankind was the first to fall. A chain reaction followed, leaving only the Pacific Union, and a few weakened nations an new nation of islands, to stand for democracy. But this is not about them. The is about a group of rebels, an army, that started as writers and artists, on one popular website. The rebels started as Wattpadians, but after a few months of the new American government's strangle hold on internet freedom, and after seeing writer after writer after artist after ranter disappear, they decided to do something. With the help of an Ex-Anonymous hacker, and an unrestricted net conduit based in the PU's newest acquisition, Hawaii, they turned Wattpad into a rogue news source, information gather, and hacking launch point.This is the story of on group running out of the site.A mix of Hurri's Storm sector, and Warriors of the Century's Warriors for freedom.…
It's prom, wattpad style. Talk about fandoms, eat imaginary food, debate, whatever you want!(July 31)It's Winter formal, wattpad style. Talk about fandoms, eat imaginary food, drown your sorrows in imaginary alcohol, whatever you want!(December 29)…
The Eevee was near frozen, stumbling down one of the many mountain sides of Mt. Cornet. The wind howled around him, and ice stabbed him in tiny shards, until he felt as if his entire coat was full of holes. His normally warm and fluffy fur was matted, wet, and freezing cold. He was still dazed, his trainer having left him to die.So begins our storyAnd a new world…
This is what I have to deal with on a regular basis…
The place where you're neighborhood Cite talks random and people are forced to respond…
