Ahh, I'm dead. That's what I had realized when I woke up. Yet, oddly enough, I don't remember how I died. Contrary to my expectations, the place I woke up to wasn't the afterlife. Facing a little girl, I was suddenly told that I'm her Guardian Angel. I died, so how did I become the Guardian Angel of a child? With numerous questions baffling me, I did my best to carry out my new duty as I tried to explore my forgotten past. What happened to me? How did I die? What exactly happened during the gap in my memories? The more I learned of myself, the more the questions in me arose. And I pray, That the truth isn't something I'd rather not know. ........................................................................................................................... Note from Author: I wrote this without basing on anything in particular. In short, it's mostly imagination-based work so any widely known knowledge you have regarding angels and demons, you can just throw them out the window. Read my work with a blank slate. It's easier that way. By the way, this is my first book so I'd appreciate some comments and reviews so I can know better where to improve myself. That said, hope you enjoy my work~
For people who just wanna know the plot: In this story, there's a suicidal girl, a mature zombie shota, a mute ghostie that loves emojis, a bald devil whose age is unknown, a temperamental ball of fluff-chick researcher... you'll see more as it goes. There's magic, there are fights, there's scheming, betrayal, all types of weird creatures and organisms, there are humans (there're always humans...), hidden organizations, ambitions, apples because of course! Finally, if I was to compare this to any story... well, I wouldn't be able to choose just one. This has elements from many stories I've read over the years, and my own personal additions. Well, I hope you enjoy! For theme-lovers who are bored: What are your wishes? The ones that can never come true? Like being able to fly, or living in a world of magic and dragons? Like cultivating to the highest realm, face-slapping any young master that gets in your way? Creating a harem, destroying the world, those desires count too. But those aren't going to be fulfilled, you know that. So does our main character. She's a wonderful character if I do say so myself. In the beginning, she's real fun with a side of annoying and depressing. And in the end, you'll wonder if she's the same character. Well, maybe. The world around her is huge, much huger than she had ever imagined, and could ever have hoped for. There'll be many setbacks. She's still immature and young, though she has moments of incredible maturity and levelheadedness. The characters around her are unique in their own ways, and don't think they'll just fade in and out of the story! In this world, the main character isn't the main-she's just one of the many extraordinary creations. This is both a dark and light story, one that’ll give you chills and make you feel better. I hope it’ll be great, but since everyone’s tastes are different, I can’t swear on it. I assure you though, it’s very interesting. There are some dark topics, like suicide, but they won’t drag on throughout the whole story. This is a feel-good story mostly, but it’s not intended to be all hugs. You’ll feel upset very often. But thank you for reading, and I hope you have fun with me on this journey with our main character and her enemies! *Disclaimer: the picture's not mine, the one on the cover. I got it from Unsplash.*
Princess Selena was a name known far and wide before her evil father tried to sell her off. Selena gets the chance at a new life ,what will she do with it. THIS COVER IS NOT MINE If you own this art and want me to take it down then please message me.
Deep under the cruel Sea In the centre of a mighty Maelstrom It awoke, confused and alone So it walked and walked across the seafloor Unfazed by cold hunger or sleep It searched and searched for something that would give it is purpose that would give it a goal So it walked and walked Deep under the cruel Sea
When I was little, all I knew was fear. Fear of the gnawing hunger that consumed us from the inside. Fear of the biting cold that seeped through walls and wools and nipped at our toes and fingers. And fear of the ruthless lords who partied in the castle, up on the mountain, living off our work, our tears, our blood. We thought fear would keep us safe, make us cautious and wise. We prayed to our gods for protection, and paid our tithe to the vampire lords, and hoped for peace. Fear kept us in our place, my family and I. And it is in fear that they died. When I found them, mangled and covered in blood, l swore I would never live in fear again. If I were to die like them, l would at least die a brave death. I didn’t think that I might die a stupid death. All it takes is one wrong step. Tread on a twig, and they will hear you coming. Step on a viper and you will never have a chance to take on the vampire. There are so many things that can go wrong in the mountains. One moment, one tiny slip, and your life flashes before your eyes, every memory vivid and painful like a knife through the heart. And when you breathe your last, labored breath, the last thing you see is the vampire, leaning over you in the dark, moonless night, savoring his victory. My last thought, as I lay dying, was that, at least, there would be no vampires in the afterlife. Whether I was going to heaven or hell, I knew I had escaped him and his kind. There is no eternal rest for the undead, no passage into the world beyond. We would never meet again. Or so I thought. For the briefest moment, when I woke up in the tight coffin, I thought that I’d survived. But only for a moment. Then the painful realization hit me: my heart wasn’t beating. And, instead of the hunger that had ruled my entire life, I felt a dire thirst.
Sometimes living in a world full of magic doesn’t spare you from discrimination between status. Ji-Dam Sinclair realized that once more when she woke up as an Undead stuck between life and death, unable to pass on. What happened? Where should she go? And who is that person always following her around? . . Someone’s POV: Wait for me, my dear. I’ll bring you back to life and we’ll be together forever.