blitzo hallucination

An Attempt to describe what i saw.

I can hear her voice...

Binita stood in the playground alone stranded by her friends. She was excited all day as she had planned to meet her friends after a long time. The last time she saw them was when she was in her PUC-2, on the last day of her final e am. She was a member of the college’s most studious group, or as a gang as she would describe it. But what followed was the most horrific experience she ever witnessed

[Two Chapters/Day... Unless I'm really busy. Like I am til the 20th.] What weight would you put on life? Is it something sacred? Or something you can just toss aside the second it gets inconvenient? Would you consider life to be a sum of all lively experiences or just the art of existing? Even if the existence itself was empty? Elyan was but a human who didn't know how to answer any of those. But humans can learn, they can grow, after all, they are alive. This is the tale of a man trying to get back up on his feet after everyone he knew left him to rot. This is a tale about trying to find meaning through the absence of life. A tale trying to explore death. This is a tale recalling the rise of Death Incarnate. *** Art by taekwonkim. I did not commission this god-tier artist. https://discord.gg/dkSzcwa3DM (character design and more) [THIS RE-UPLOAD IS JUST TO CHECK IF I'M GETTING SHADOWBANNED OR NOT. CUZ THE NUMBERS DON'T MATCH UP.]

Derek Adler was known as Iron Stanton's greatest villain, the only one the Stanton Angel could not catch. They called him the Iron Chaos. That was until he met the person behind the mask of the Stanton Angel. Orion Taylor. They gravitated towards each other like magnets, opposing sides but unlikely allies. However, Orion Taylor had dug too far in his quest to be a hero. He uncovered something he shouldn't have. Now, Orion is fighting for his life and Derek is powerless.

A short story inspired from the events that occurred in WW2.

[MATURE, BLOOD CONTENTS] Neal Oliver, a vampire detective got involved in a murder case of his brother was now hiding from the people he used to worked with. Carrying the burdens alone of his brother’s death, he decided to unsolved the mysteries and backgrounds about Rogans. Rogans were humans who sold their insanity to this unknown organization. However, on his way of connecting the dots, he met Knox. The person he accidentally marked that night. Knox is an executive mafia who’s also secretly looking for the answers about Rogans. As they work together, events from the past slowly connect them. Will they still remain allies after knowing the truth or will the past keep them away from each other? A new BL novel filled with supernatural, action and mysteries come on your way! Don’t forget to support me by voting and adding this to your collections. THANK YOU SO MUCH! [Cover illustrated by Leiley] My discord: @yohan#6080

Behold, The Solemn disposition might decease BUT there is something that might shoot the surveillance, an incline persona; yet there is a pull THAT persona might depart this life.

There once was a patient named Blitz, who was a very special case in the Blightworth Mental Hospital. So special, that he was subjected to his own treatment, which have left more harm than good thanks to his doctor, Rupert Jacobi. But when a breakout happens and his brother is kidnapped, Blitz goes on a harrowing journey to rescue his brother, and get back at Jacobi for all the suffering he caused. Get ready for a shocking and exciting tale about a patient who is thrusted into a world outside Blightworth.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.