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CURMUDGEON (2018 Watty Wildcard Winner)

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Reads 10,297
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Parts 13
Time 1h 19m

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Supernatural meets Grumpy Old Men.

Richard had always believed he'd enjoy a few golden years before Death's bony hand reached for him. But what does he get? He gets to live across the hall from friggin' Stan Kapcheck with his shiny bald head and perfect teeth that were all his own, Stan Kapcheck who struts around like a peacock in his leather coat.

Honestly! What kind of respectable senior citizen wears leather?

But Stanley isn't your average senior citizen. He's a Hunter--a slayer of all things unnatural. He reveals to Richard that the one monster which has eluded him is the same beast that killed Richard's wife and it's due to kill again before the next new moon. The two men load up on ibuprofen and prune juice and embark on a cross-country demon-hunting adventure, but when The Devil Herself kidnaps Stanley, Richard realizes the line between Hunter and hunted is very thin, indeed, and the ornery octogenarian only has a few days left to trap The Devil, save Stanley, and slay the monster who murdered his bride.

(Now available for pre-order from Scarsdale Publishing as "Some Monsters Never Die")All Rights Reserved

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Incompatible Means (Completed) by BrittaKelly

I used his now still chest to push myself up on steady hands, puffing a loose hair out of my face I considered the head, barely attached to the side of the vampire's shoulders. Then I retrieved the short sword at my back, while I swung the sword in a full arc, I expelled a small huff of breath and severed the head of the monster that had stolen Isabelle. The vamp's mass now blocked the front door, so I threw the head out the opening and heard it thump down the stairs. I felt eyes watching me. I scanned my surroundings expecting to witness the mystery vampire from earlier attempt to sneak up on me. Instead, I met the dull brown eyes of a little girl curled up in the corner. "Who are you?" Way too calm for the current situation, her soft voice contrasted in the macabre cabin. There was a good chance she was in shock. "My name is Aisling and I kill the monsters," I said, rising from the squatting position I had assumed to evaluate Isabella's injuries. "How did you know he was a monster?" The sound of raw pain and misplaced admiration in her voice broke my heart. "Oh, honey. They're all monsters." When vengeful Aisling Brooks must pretend to date Master vampire Roderick Keats, he tries his best to rock her views of the supernatural community. That doesn't stop her from trying to kill him though. Immersed in the very world she hates, Aisling must find the person that hired her or forfeit her life and those of her friends. Roderick becomes detached after her assassination attempt, while Aisling is cut off from her friends and help. It seems as if all of Roderick's people are aloof at best and homicidal at worst. As her preconceived ideals crumble beneath her, Aisling finds Roderick isn't the only one being hunted by the mysterious benefactor. While discovering that she might be the worst detective in history Aisling is sure of one thing: part of her will not survive trying to kill Roderick Keats.

The Hunter In Me by JessEubanks

Everyone called the old house haunted, yet Bash was surprised to find it was true. What he learns from the spirit he meets opens his eyes to a world he knew nothing about. A world where monsters are real and they look just like us. They don't hide under beds or in dark alleys; they're our friends and neighbors... until it's time to feed. Now, this spirit needs Bash's help to end the monsters once and for all. But is sharing his body with a ghost too much to ask?

NOTUM: Study Of A Nightwalker ✔️ by equinoxmoon

(Complete) (Really old work, will contain inconsistencies and errors) (Work Dated: April 2018) An old factory stands tall and alone in a barren field. A sprawling family manor was recently renovated into an international hotel. With its quaint streets with cafes, antique lamp-posts and rustic comforts, it is a town clothed in blooms, forests and apples. Rasüte could be described in these three lines to any outsider visiting it. To an inhabitant, however, the town soon becomes a house of mirrors. It becomes an infernal laboratory maze, where humans are the mice chasing chunks of cheese. He introduced himself as Neil Haufer in the meetings. His mirror reflection always showed a dark skinned man in his mid thirties. He had bid goodbye to his wife and six year old daughter when he started his journey that day. He trusted his two co-workers, the shy Firenze Di Mario and the introverted Helga Koch, completely when they walked into the town. But as the three learn, Rasüte changes people in more ways than one. The stakes are their lives, their memories, and their very essense. Taunting them in the darkness that is the town, with its unwilling allies, is the prime experimenter trying to create a creature called a Nightwalker.

The Hunter Beside Me by JessEubanks

*Book 2 in the Hunter Series* Monsters are real, and they don't bother hiding under your bed. We see them every day and we wave and smile. They're our friends and neighbors... until the get hungry-then our hearts are their meal. Owen and Bash are the last of the hunters, the only ones that know about mimics and how to stop them. Will they get there in time to end the monsters once and for all, or will more people they love be sacrificed to the monster's hunger?

Blessings From Above by Lets_Read_And_Chill

We often dream about living in a world far different from our own. It's nice to dream about it, after all reality is disappointing. To dream of having magic, being able to soar with dragons in a beautiful green forest. But that's all it is right? A dream.... Yeah. But not for me. I possessed the body of a fake saintess who was going to die when the real saint appeared later on in the story. This world is filled with magic. The history is so rich. But I don't wanna die! I just transported here. I don't wanna die just yet!

Losing Game by cha1nz

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?

AleX by Wulff420b

What if your worst nightmare was also your only protection? In a world where creepypasta legends breathe and demons plot, Alex is trapped in an eternal childhood-forever infantilized and bound to Kaotik, a chaos spawn who is simultaneously his guardian and greatest terror. As the Order of the Nine Aspects unleashes unholy forces, Alex must confront a destiny that threatens to devour his very soul. Alongside a guild of monster hunters, he'll discover that some monsters protect the world from worse horrors-and that the scariest stories are the ones writing themselves in blood. Survival means embracing the monster within. Not all heroes grow up. Some just get darker. When supernatural powers threaten to shatter his sanity, Alex's only choice is to harness the very bond that could destroy him. Between childhood trauma and cosmic horror, he stands at the precipice of a war that will remake reality itself. Some nightmares protect. Some protectors are nightmares. https://www.deviantart.com/wulff420b/art/AleX-970470355 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eBAyMYO0dXs

Unshackling the King (The Dragon Lorde #1) by CblaRae00

"Yes, I am!!!" Kaede leans down to her ear his hot breath tickling her cheek in a tantalizing way, as swooping butterflies made way to her stomach. "I see. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a idiotic female, who will only serve as a distraction." The fluttering butterflies froze in her stomach and spiraled into icy icicles, as fury wraped tightly around her mind. "Indeed, I am a girl. But I'm also an idiotic girl who will follow you anyway. Even if her insufferable bodyguard says no." Emoriah, whispers threateningly. Kaede's dark penetrating gaze burns Emoriah to her core, as he peers down on her frame with a hardened expression upon his face. "You're playing a losing game Emoriah. But very well come. It seems I have no other choice." Emoriah smiles behind her hand before lifting her eyes to meet his stormy gaze. "No, you really don't." .. Emoriah isn't just an average 15-year-old girl. She grew up bullied without a fatherly figure. But what made her different was the day she burned her school down. That's when the numerous secrets spilled their way from her mother's lips. Emoriah learned she wasn't as human as she thought. That her father never left them but went missing. But most importantly he was a king. A king of another world. A world of dragons, creatures, and demons from hell. With her feminist views and fiery spirit she'll let no man stand in her way. But could one icy mask of a boy change her mind? Well, that's for you to find out. #11 comedy 7/19/19 #1 Featured 7/13/19 #6 Feminism 6/19/19 #9 fantasy 6/28/19 #9 1800s 7/9/19 #10 Adventure 6/27/19 #3 Elves!! 4/30/19 #9 Fae 4/29/19 #25 action 6/27/19 Also!! I was never able to find the photographer of this picture. So pls dm me if you know:)

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Incompatible Means (Completed)

I used his now still chest to push myself up on steady hands, puffing a loose hair out of my face I considered the head, barely attached to the side of the vampire's shoulders. Then I retrieved the short sword at my back, while I swung the sword in a full arc, I expelled a small huff of breath and severed the head of the monster that had stolen Isabelle. The vamp's mass now blocked the front door, so I threw the head out the opening and heard it thump down the stairs. I felt eyes watching me. I scanned my surroundings expecting to witness the mystery vampire from earlier attempt to sneak up on me. Instead, I met the dull brown eyes of a little girl curled up in the corner. "Who are you?" Way too calm for the current situation, her soft voice contrasted in the macabre cabin. There was a good chance she was in shock. "My name is Aisling and I kill the monsters," I said, rising from the squatting position I had assumed to evaluate Isabella's injuries. "How did you know he was a monster?" The sound of raw pain and misplaced admiration in her voice broke my heart. "Oh, honey. They're all monsters." When vengeful Aisling Brooks must pretend to date Master vampire Roderick Keats, he tries his best to rock her views of the supernatural community. That doesn't stop her from trying to kill him though. Immersed in the very world she hates, Aisling must find the person that hired her or forfeit her life and those of her friends. Roderick becomes detached after her assassination attempt, while Aisling is cut off from her friends and help. It seems as if all of Roderick's people are aloof at best and homicidal at worst. As her preconceived ideals crumble beneath her, Aisling finds Roderick isn't the only one being hunted by the mysterious benefactor. While discovering that she might be the worst detective in history Aisling is sure of one thing: part of her will not survive trying to kill Roderick Keats.