They call us the Pyros. We are just like Them-in size, in manner, in form. We speak the same language. We walk by the same synchrony of nerve and flesh and bone, and more importantly-intention. One leg out in front of the other. Switching legs, and repeating. We breathe the same way as Them - the involuntary movement of muscle, the rising of our chests, the filling of our lungs. We may require more oxygen than Them, but in the end, oxygen is a luxury indispensable to both kinds. We share the same senses, for the most part. The sense of taste, of smell, of sight. The sense of hearing-listening to the melodious sounds of nature, music, and laughter intertwined with the cacophony of the city during the day, and the wolves that howl at night. We share the sense of touch-of intimacy, of sensation, of emotion. And the sense of betrayal, and the agony that accompanies it. My mother used to say that the Humans had accidentally destroyed their past home, and had nowhere to go. They needed a place to stay, and We had our home to offer. We welcomed them to Ignis, with open arms, and all-too-trusting smiles. I don't believe in accidents. And subsequently, betrayal became the only sense We knew. -- It was only a matter of time before Humans completely destroyed the Earth. With the weapons they amassed, and the pollution that wreaked havoc on the environment- it was in inevitable their home would become uninhabitable. That was the genesis of the Great Migration. Hundreds of millions of Humans were relocated to the distant planet of Ignis, pre-inhabited by the native Ignites, a superhuman species. At first, there was unity. Ignites and Humans lived peacefully among each other, without problems. Then, there was discrimination. And then, there was genocide.

[COMPLETED] ❝Death is inevitable. It's a promise made to us at birth.❞ Arielle is a studious young woman striving to be a chef. Her life is full of going to class, reading textbooks, and hanging out with her friends, until she meets Zayn. Zayn's an illegal street racer, and he wants her, but he's dangerous. He comes tumbling into her life, and everything is suddenly strewn about. What happens when one of Arielle's friends falls for her? What happens when Zayn gets twisted up with the wrong people? It's a story about lust, lies, and a love that develops at supersonic speeds, but suffers dire consequences. ➳ In which he loves nothing more than cars and winning, until he meets her. * Hypersonic is not a prequel nor sequel to this book. It is a re-imagination of it. Either can be read in either order (although it's not necessary to read Supersonic to understand Hypersonic and vice versa). I'd recommend reading Supersonic before Hypersonic, just because of certain character appearances that will make more sense, but again, it's not necessary! WARNING: This story has scenes of violence, mature content, sexual content, drug use/references and foul language, so please read at your own discretion. ALSO: Thank you for offers, but I do NOT allow translations. I apologize, but it's for my own personal reasons. Please respect my choice ⚠️ TRIGGER WARNING: there is mention of rape and/or sexual assault in this story Started: January 30, 2014 Completed: October 29, 2016

|h.s. fanfic| "Listen to me. You're mine now. You have no right to ask any questions, or talk to me. I talk to you, I ask you questions. I'm keeping you alive so you should be thankful." he snarled at me. "What? Y-you can't do that! You can't own me like this." I cried, squirming around in his grasp. "Try and stop me, love." he chuckled, pushing me back into a tree, making it even harder to escape from his grasp. I said nothing, knowing I couldn't do anything about it and hating that I couldn't. "Got it?" he asked. I could tell he said this for his own amusement, even though his face showed none. "Answer me." he said. I could tell he was growing frustrated at my lack of response, but I found it hard to speak at moments like this. "Yes." I sighed in defeat, dropping my head. "Why?" I asked weakly after a moment of silence, hoping he wouldn't call me out on asking him questions. "Because I can." he replied simply, smiling a bit.

"Even if I have hundred reasons to leave you, I'd still look for that one reason to fight for you, Madeline"

Abscond (verb): to leave hurriedly and secretly, typically to avoid detection of or arrest for an unlawful action such as theft. // "They had to run, run for their lives." WARNING: Extremely explicit sexual content and language. Only read if you are comfortable with mature content. All Rights Reserved to harryartwork, 2016 ©

Heyyyyyy!!!!! I'm a huge directioner and I love One Direction to the moon and back!!!! Soooo.... I've read a ton of fanfics already.... so this book is going to have my favorite fics... If you guys have any suggestions let me know... i'll read them and add them in here if I like them...

The prince was born in his mother's lavish rooms three days before I emerged on the dingy floor of the ale house. He's a royal . . . she isn't. But the secret friendship that began in childhood grows into something much deeper -- and much more dangerous. Harry Styles and original character. Rated Mature for graphic sexual content. Some chapters may have difficult content. Historical accuracy is dubious at best. Just having some sexy fun. trust the spark.

☮ lights will guide you home and ignite your bones and i will try to fix you ☮ when liam payne ends up in the hospital after a devastating night, he's ready to give up. what's the point? he's on the road of losing it all anyways. not only has he let down himself, but he's let down the band and millions of devoted fans around the world. but then he meets ellie. [book four in the 'inspirations' series]