unsteady by peyton

Totally updated: A young Warrior of the Clan Peyton in pre-historic Scotland tumbles into a mystical land where he must prove his mettle as a monster hunter - he does not believe in magic, yet he is surrounded by it. He is a time traveler with quirks that the reader will understand quicker than the hero and his love interest.

A group of strangers band together under the employ of a wealthy mine executive to hunt down the killer who has been terrorizing the camp. They journey alongside one another into the nearby forest to find their quarry. Will they succeed? Or will they find themselves being hunted instead?

On our wedding day, Peyton Valerius went to see the one that got away. And in this lifetime, I've decided to let go. But he went mad.

Humans are physically weak compared to an animals claws, fangs, or venom. But that wasn't able to hinder humans from becoming sole kings atop the food chain. Mainly it was thanks to their wits, ingenuity, and most importantly. Guns... Firearms! Machines! Explosives! NUKES! It was humanity's true strength. Finding ways to make life easier and more convenient through technological innovations. And add petty desires to win wars into that. Cornered and the situation hopeless, Ex Soldier turned Gunsmith Naomi Farlean departs the mundane world and wakes up in one of those fantasy wish fulfillment type of setting. Knights able to smash boulders using fists! Dragons molding kingdoms and cities into flame filled graves! Demented Demons screaming in the name of slaughter! Armed with the knowledge of making firearms. Naomi finds herself on a quest to save not only her own skin but to search for a place for herself in this brand new ludicrous world. Magic and Swords are nice. But how would they fare against modern human's tool for bloodshed? May her bullets be endless. Watch out! There's a new sharpshooter in town! Original Idea By: LittleEccentric They gave the idea to me.

Was it truly possible to be free from him. From her cruel father. Was there a way she could really, fully hate him. Where she could truly despise him with all her heart, with all her being, and not secretly hoping for something, for something real, for love. Even if it was just the smallest kind.

A girl with a penpal. . . In a mafia world full of guns and chasing cars. . . A man goes missing. . . The government is hungry for power. . . Savannah is desperate to survive. But what she has may not be enough. For a lot can go wrong with just-- A pen and a gun?

Jackson has always wanted one thing- for things to go his way every once in a while, but not even that is possible for him. His life has never been great. If you were to ask him to describe life in one word, he would say "Hell." His life has been nothing but hell for him and it hasn't gotten better. After things were finally going his way, it all slowly goes back to hell. One thing leads to the next, but how much can Jackson take, until he does something he might regret.

When living creatures die, their souls are forced to fight for survival in order to be judged and enter heaven. Those who fail their judgement are thrown back into that hell for eternity, forced to feel the endless torment of continual combat until they are extinguished. In the deepest layers of hell when only the dregs reside, will our protagonist be able to climb to the top and escape? Heyo, werewolf author here! Hope yall are having an uneventful and safe 2020.

Mirela Estelle lives in a world where a certain percentage of people on the earth could create unseen things- emotion, sound, wind, light, and even taste or feel. but only 1,000 out of the 7,000 people who have these powers are the most extraordinary. Mirela was one of those 1,000. when the evil king of Kidron went crazy with need for the most special powers, he sent his henchmen to harvest the powers for himself- which required killing the gift holder. Mirela chooses to leave her only home, loved ones, and comfort in order to help save those more unfortunate than her. but when her secret 'undergroud railroad' is discovered, its up her and her new friends beside her to continue living. but not too late for her. for the world.

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"