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A Major in Necromancy

Heidie Melland has had a very bad day. She wasn’t looking forward to college to begin with, let alone some lame mandatory orientation day. All she wanted was to continue to mooch off of her parents and maintain a modest lifestyle as a shut in. Heidie expected orientation to suck and it absolutely did. She is the only survivor. Now stuck in the desolate reaches of a strange hostile world, she must use all the cunning she can muster to keep her life and freedom intact. Her only hope for survival lies in the severed head of an ancient demon and its promises of knowledge and power. Necromancy probably wouldn’t have been her first choice, but it will have to do. Release Schedule: pending motivation.

In Serial26 Chapters

Dungeonopolis

The "Dungeon" – a structure bigger than a mountain appears in the Canneldorth kingdom. Nobody who enters returns from the mysterious place, rumored to be built by the gods. Bazel the Beggar survives the best he can on handouts and pity, but he wants more. He wants food, clothing, shelter, and most of all: a pair of shoes! When the king rounds up all the beggars and asks them to investigate the dungeon, Bazel sees it for the ruse it is. The king really wants to clean up his streets of the rabble. Nonetheless, Bazel goes to the dungeon in search of the finer things and maybe a purpose to his life. Join Bazel and a large cast of characters as they adventure in the dungeon and learn the truth of its existence! What wondrous things will they find inside? What dangers will they face? Find out in Dungeonopolis! *** Currently on hiatus as I am out of the country. Will pick up again when I can. 💥[Winner of the April 2022 Royal Road Writathon challenge]💥

In Serial33 Chapters

Am I really though? (Sanderssides HumanAU)

Remus, the fun health teacher. He doesn't give two fucks about anything the kids do in his class, or his attitude towards certain topics and the kids love him. One day one of the new kids throws him off...and he decides it's enough of that. (Roman is the drama teacher, Patton is the Principal, and Logan the English teacher) ****⚠️TW⚠️****Kidnapping/Torture/Forcing someone to throw up/SelfharmThe sides ages in this book: Remus- 28Roman- 28Patton- 28Logan- 28Janus- 16Virgil- 16❗️this has not been edited and there are a lot of plot holes in this series so if yah notice something feel free to comment about it so I can possibly fix when I finally go about doing so! It's a mess of a series so just good luck❗️

In Serial12 Chapters

Bts oneshots

sweet and smut one shots of bts. Boy×boyRecommendations are allowed.

In Serial7 Chapters

Izuku didn't deserve any of this. Abandon by his own best friend, having his dream crushed by his hero, and losing the only person who believed in him, his mom. He had decided to take Bakugo's and jumped. As he played there on the ground, bleeding, he was saved and taken in by a certain Ice Style Hunter Nin. Will he be a hero? Or will he be a villain? Or Neither?HIGHEST TAGS:#2: Haku Yuki-July 24, 2020#2: Pakura-July 24, 2020#5: bnhaxnaruto-July 24, 2020#3: narutoxbnha-July 25, 2020#5: slightcrossover-July 20, 2020

In Serial32 Chapters

GLADIUS // Eret X Reader

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4---Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword.---Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy.""And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.