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The Kingdom of Monsters is ruled by two majestic creatures whom we all know and love, Godzilla King Of The Monsters and Mothra Queen Of The Skies. While King Ghidorah is no more, there are still some secrets that are yet to be solved, but this time, it may not involve fighting and chaos but perhaps, something different. "I wanna fly again." Published: October 2021 on Wattpad I don't own Godzilla and the characters, credit goes to Toho and Legendary

*This is the English translated version of the original Tales from the MOTHRA Institution, in order to accommodate a other audiences* This work was created as tales from a secret institution of same name, inspired by SCP and created entirely by me initially: http://mothrainstitution.wikidot.com No one knows for sure when MOTHRA came into existence. Officially, it doesn't exist, buried beneath its feet, disguised and denied by the government that is controlled by its own creation. It is there. Underground. Operating beyond ethics and law. An institution that houses, studies and controls that which the world does not understand: anomalies, failed experiments, forgotten revolutionaries and historical figures resurrected as tools of power. The MOTHRA Institution is, at the same time as a prison, a complex network of laboratories that spread like a virus. These tales are accounts of ordinary things that happen or have happened within this secret organization, accounts of prisoners, guards, scientists and prisoners. This is MOTHRA Institution. Welcome to the point of no return, check your watch before entering.

Este trabalho foi criado como contos de uma instituição secreta de mesmo nome, inspirado na SCP e criados inteiramente por mim inicialmente: http://mothrainstitution.wikidot.com Ninguém sabe ao certo quando a MOTHRA surgiu. Oficialmente, ela não existe, enterrada sob seus pés, disfarçada e negada pelo governo controlado por sua própria criação. Ela está lá. No subsolo. Operando além da ética e da lei. Uma instituição que abriga, estuda e controla o que o mundo não compreende: anomalias, experimentos fracassados, revolucionários esquecidos e figuras históricas ressuscitadas como ferramentas de poder. A Instituição MOTHRA é, ao mesmo tempo que uma prisão, uma rede complexa de laboratórios que se espalham como um vírus. Essas histórias são relatos de coisas comuns que acontecem ou aconteceram dentro dessa organização secreta, relatos de prisioneiros, guardas, cientistas e prisioneiros. Esta é a Instituição MOTHRA. Bem-vindo ao ponto sem retorno. Verifique o relógio antes de entrar.

......"`Regrets Come To Last`" , Is what they say.. It was right in some aspects , but I'd never expect to relate to that , in a way where I cannot do it over again or reverse things back to how it was , where I still reach her through my heart.. What's worse is.. For a reason that is so pointless. ......I Had Her Since I Was Born.. ......I Care For Her Since I Learned To Think.. ......I Love Her Since I First Held Her Hands.. For A Long Time We Were Side To Side.. However , Just For A Single Sunrise At The Verge Of Beginning Our Romantic Story , I Lost Her.. For Eternity , Only For A Nonsense Ridiculous Mistake. .. ..

After a war with traditional witches, four kingdoms find themselves at peace until they learn that one of these witch doctors, Mutapa, is alive. He possesses a magical Kudu horn which gives him the power to summon animals in his adventures of revenge on the four kingdoms. It's a war between four kingdoms and a man with an army of animals.

A seemingly innocent class trip turns into tragedy. Who committed the murders and why? How were they committed? The birth of a brand new amateur detective story.

A very wealthy girl discovers a remote that changes realities but what if the remote disappears while she’s in a different reality than hers?

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Tomás es el archivista nocturno del Hospital San Gregorio. Durante nueve años ha vivido entre expedientes, café frío y el zumbido de un fluorescente que parpadea cada treinta segundos. Su trabajo es conservar el orden. No soporta los cabos sueltos. Una noche encuentra un fajo de hojas donde no debería estar. Sin polvo. Sin huellas. En la primera página, alguien ha escrito su nombre. Debajo, un sello rojo: ACCESO DENEGADO. Lo que empieza como un error administrativo se convierte en una investigación que Tomás no puede abandonar. Porque el expediente tiene una fecha: 1997. El año en que él, con cinco años, estuvo ingresado en un hospital. El año del que no recuerda nada. Pronto descubre que el hospital entierra sus errores bajo capas de protocolo, que hay expedientes que alguien modifica sin tocarlos, y que una pregunta lleva meses flotando en el archivo de madrugada: ¿quién sabe mi nombre?

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"