Fanfic Archive Novels & Stories

I choked out. "Hey! Oh my god, you will not believe what Sarah did in the cafeteria today," Fiona’s voice burst through the speaker, completely oblivious. She launched into a massive, fast-paced tangent about some random drama at school, talking a mile a minute. "So then she literally dropped her tray right in front of him, and everyone started laughing. Like, can you believe she actually thought he’d help her pick it up?" The video on my laptop shifted to a close-up of Aunt Miranda gagging on a massive shaft. The friction between my legs was reaching a breaking point.

He had called Tatsuya to come to his apartment,with an excuse of "let me explain, i have a plan". The apartment smelled faintly of burnt coffee and old paper. It wasn’t messy in the usual sense, but the kitchen counter was drowning under the weight of scattered documents, photocopied articles, hand-written notes, and Taiga’s looping scribbles. Every corner of the surface was littered with scraps of obsession, like a crime board without the pins.

Whatever. Unknown Pov I walking down the street thinking about my love life when I sighted the girl that Jace was talking about... That he's inlove with eeew, I feel like puking, how can he leave me for a lowlife and a famous girl who I think doesn't even like him. FYI Jace was my ex, well, he left me before he even met that thing, she's lucky she's famous, if not she'd be gone by now.

A phantom limb of dread that followed us through the cosmos. On the third jump, we arrived at a star system that was… wrong. The star itself was a sickly, pulsing orange, and the single planet that orbited it was a mottled, cancerous sphere of black and purple. There were no Dampeners here, no Memetic Loops. This world was being actively digested. “A Reclamation,” Lyra said, her voice thick with grief. “The Archive doesn’t just contain stories it deems valuable. It recycles the ones it finds flawed. It breaks them down into their base components—raw data, emotional residue, temporal potential—for use in other exhibits.”

I took the raw, chaotic energy of Silas’s shadows, the grief of the Stitched world, and the viral fire of the Red Blood, and I jammed them into the Founder’s "Perfect" Archive.

Chapter 13: The Threads of Fate As the Red Teary Moon Pack continued their journey, they came across an ancient temple hidden deep within the heart of the wilderness. Inside the temple, they discovered a magnificent tapestry that stretched across the walls, filled with intricate patterns and vibrant colors. The tapestry seemed to shimmer with a magical aura, and the pack members sensed that it held a profound secret. Curiosity piqued, Emily reached out to touch the tapestry, and as her paw made contact, a surge of energy coursed through her. Visions flashed before her eyes, revealing the interconnectedness of all living beings and the threads of fate that bound them together.

he said, voice deep and metallic. She hugged him. Cold, but his heart still matched hers. “We did it,” she sobbed. “The Board’s gone. The stories are free.” Julian looked at the green sky. “They’re not gone. We crashed their computer, but they’re rebuilding. Version 2.0. And now, there’s a bounty on us.” He pulled out a glowing compass, its needle leading toward a bright spot on the horizon. “The Ghostwriter sent word—there’s a place called The Archive, where stories live after they’re finished and loved. If we get there, the Board can’t touch us.”

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

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We weren't falling; we were being Uploaded. The sensation was like being shredded by a million diamond needles. I felt my memories being categorized, my emotions being assigned a numerical value, and my "Rejection" being labeled as a System Error. We hit a floor of solid, white glass. This was the Archive of the Moon. It was a vertical library that seemed to stretch into infinity, filled with millions of translucent, glowing orbs. Each orb contained a "Backup" of a life, a pack, or a timeline. The air was sterile, smelling of ozone and the dry, ancient cold of the Ninth Cycle.