King Sombra’s dark influence was obliterated by the Crystal Heart, and the villain is well and truly dead. But when he attempts to steal the afterlife of an innocent victim, a human spirit is left hurtling towards Equestria, where this unfortunate soul is revived into the only vessel available: the reconstituted body of King Sombra himself.

Thus, a cheerfully oblivious alien is crammed into the form of the most evil and malicious being Equestria has ever known. Not that Shining Armor and Cadence know this, of course. As far as they are concerned, the King is back and he’s lost his fricking mind.

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After Twilight’s coronation all the girls go to the bar to have some drinks. Unfortunately Celestia can’t hold her liquor.

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This story is a sequel to A Novice Swordsman in the Canterlot Court

"Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody."—Mark Twain

Alan Williams Goldenhoof, Pendragon of Equestria, now married to the love of his life, has taken a step back from the world to enjoy life.

Of course, this is quickly ruined as the world comes to get him. Now Alan must leave behind his peaceful home in Equestria to face the rebel forces of his old enemy General Ironclaw. But all is not as it seems, for the General has a trick up his sleeve that will force Alan and his friends to face their darkest secrets.

This will get ugly.

Book 2 of the Harmony for All Trilogy.

"We wear the mask that grins and lies, It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes."
— Paul Laurence Dunbar

It started as a normal Equestrian morning, but doesn't it always? The princesses are frightened, and in Ponyville, a creature from a forgotten race walks into town. His kind hasn't been seen in over a thousand years, but even then he's still far from what he appears to be.

Arc 1: The First Day

Author's Note: Hey guys! This is my first story, so constructive criticism is more than welcome. I'll take this moment to say that I own nothing but my main character, the plot, and a few surprises which will appear later. All other characters and linked music are NOT mine. A word on music. At times I might offer two links to a song. The first is the OFFICIAL version, the second is the closest approximation to how I feel it is sung in the story. Just warning you, because I know some people hate covers. This story is rated teen for occasional language, implied sex, and gruesome imagery (mostly late in the story and in flashbacks). Now with technical out of the way, I wish you all happy reading, and I hope you have fun.

Edit: Bug the writer! He writes faster when you do.

Note: Not a Nightmare before Christmas crossover, the character is simply based off of Jack Skellington. ALSO, THIS IN AN ANTHRO FIC SO STOP ASKING ME WHY THEY HAVE HANDS AND HOOVES. iF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT AN ANTHRO IS, LOOK IT UP ON GOOGLE IMAGES.

A tomb stone, the first thing I see.
The carvings are corroded away, unlike me.
I can't remember who I am.
I don't even know what I am.
All I know is that apart from me,
There are little coloured ponies in a group of three.
One of which, if I had one catches my eye.
Two of them leave and she's left to cry.
What can a guy do, but to go up and say:
Hello, young one, would you like to play?

::Featured - 25/7/2013::

He never wanted to be a part of anything illegal; even if he didn't have much love for ponies. He was just some guy. Some cynic that happened to live his life in Equestria, trying to live his day to day life in relative comfort and minimal contact with ponies. But through after some coaxing from his friends (read as blackmail) he was forced to attempt to steal the royal crowns from the palace and caught in the act. However, given a chance to redeem himself, the thief is offered the choice to become Princess Celestia's royal attendant.

With little other choice, this would be thief's life is turned on it's head. And now instead of a steady inconspicuous life, filled with ease and mediocrity, his life is now one of warmth, excitement, and a friendship that can only be forged once a thief begins honoring the sun.

A week away from finals, Jeremy falls asleep at the wheel and has what should have been a fatal accident. He discovers that he is one of a very small percentage of sentients in the universe. He is an immortal. He cannot die. As he struggles to accept his new place in the universe, he must figure out how he's going to begin his immortality... And where he'll go to spend it.

Note: This is a HiE story which spends much more time on characterization of the human. This will not be a 'brony in Equestria' story; it's a chance to explore fictional worlds through a very unique viewpoint.

Snakebite Tourniquet was quite content to work as a healer on a merchants caravan, but then he finds himself alone in the desert with his body changed beyond recognition. He tries to find out why this has happened to him and eventually this leads him back home to the Neigherra Madre Mountains.

This fan-fiction is based on Fallout Equestria by Kkat; a familiarity with the source material may aid your understanding.

Ask Blog: Ask Snakebite Tourniquet

Lycan RD belongs to Muffinsforever. I do not own anything except this fic.

What do you do when you get bitten by a potentially dangerous animal?

Simple. Do what Rainbow Dash did.

Disregard medical attention and turn into a Lycan.

Special thanks to my proofreader, Moldyshishkabob

[First person/second person] [Ghost]

Theme song:Dead Man's Lullaby-Gordo

Ponyville, is a peaceful yet often random place to live in. The young play outside in the warm weather, while the adults sit around and chat about their daily routine, wondering how the day will pass on, and what to put on the table tonight for dinner. Even the animals are friendly to one another.

Yet, something feels...different about Ponyville, and the adults are not sure why. It feels the same as any other day, getting up, go to work, sleep, and repeat the process.

But for some strange reason, colts and fillies laugh, and not with each other, but with a new friend. Not only do the youngsters like this new friend, the elderly seem to take a liking to this friend as well. It bothers some, but most ignore and let it be.

But sometimes, if you are very quiet, you can hear a voice. A voice filled with sadness and anger. Often times, the voice settles down, and does not speak, but when it does, this voice repeats the same question. Again, and again and again.

"Where Will I Go?"