Ada Young

Hi! I'm Ada Young. I'm a writer, and I post updates regarding my stories here. If you're interested in learning more, check my pinned post!

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Hi! I'm Ada Young, a writer/amateur author. I'm trying my best to write, and to post my works, but health issues constantly make that difficult.

I'll be posting updates regarding myself and my works!

If you want to see my profiles, including Scribble Hub—where I primarily post my work, see my LinkTree

I use the following tags on my posts:

#personal update

#story update

#new chapter

#new story

and individual tags for each of my works!

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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Cracking Open the Shell is going on hiatus for the time being.

The time being simply insisted!

All jokes aside, I've had a combination of a flare up with some health issues, and writers block and executive dysfunction working hand in hand.

I'll come back to this story, and I will finish it, but I can't make any promises as to when.

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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Chapter 8: Jagged Wounds

Read it now :3

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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From today on, I'll be posting chapters on Fridays, 17:00 UTC-4. I'll be doing 3 weeks on, 1 week off. So today, and the next two weeks I'll be posting a chapter, and the week after will be a break week

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I'm taking a break this week, so there won't be a new chapter of Cracking Open the Shell this Thursday.

Next one should be out on the 31st, usual time!

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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Chapter 7: A Respite Spent Embraced, is now live!

I hope you enjoy :)

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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Chapter 6: The Sword Looms Closer, is now live! Give it a read!

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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Chapter 5: Eye of the Storm is now live!!

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Cracking Open the Shell Updates

I'm going reblog this post any time there's a new chapter for my Scribble Hub series, Cracking Open the Shell:

Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

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Chapter 4 of Cracking Open the Shell!

I decided to post chapter 4, Revelations, a day early! If you've been keeping track of my work please do check it out! You can find the new chapter here! And the series page here! Thank you :3

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Cracking Open the Shell Chapter 3!

New chappy! Read it here!

You can also find the series at whole here :3 I'm going to post chapter 4 a week from today, so if you've been liking this, look out for that!

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I made a cover for my newest story, Cracking Open the Shell :3

You can read it here on Scribble Hub! Chapters 1 and 2 are out, and 3 will be tomorrow (yay)

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Chapter 2 of Cracking Open the Shell is live!

You can find that here! And the series page here!

Chapter 3 comes tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!! (I love exclamation points!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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Cracking Open the Shell

Enun is the heir of a Prefecture—the smallest subdivision in the Septar's Empire. His father, the Prefect, expects a great deal from him, th

AMAZING NEWS! After months, I finally managed to write again, starting a new story! AND, I've written several chapters of this already! I'm going to post chapter 2 tomorrow (6/18) and chapter 3 the day after (6/19).

All on Scribble Hub!

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Violaceae

CW: Blood, Vampirism, Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Manipulation

Violet, a knight of the Phoenix Order, a monster hunter, wakes up somewhere unexpected...

Violet woke slowly, and groggily. She first noticed the bedsheets rubbing against her skin. Was she naked? She couldn’t tell. But wow these sheets were amazing. Were they silk? Why was she in silk sheets? And why did her head hurt so bad? She reached her hand over to her head, hearing the sounds of chains moving, and feeling something wrapped around her wrist. 

She placed the back of her hand against her head, and groaned, before opening her eyes. She gasped, moving suddenly, eliciting another groan as the pounding headache reacted to her movement. She looked down at her hand, seeing only her ring finger, and her pinky. What the fuck happened to her?

She looked around, vision blurry without her glasses, noticing she was in a large ornate bed, with her hands chained to the side. The sheets did seem silk, and purple curtains hung around the bed obstructing further view. She sat up, resting against the headboard, groaning and raising her damaged hand to her head in response. Where was she? What happened?

She reached down to her chest, expecting to feel her armor plate, as she was a knight of the Phoenix Order of course. Instead she found a soft nightgown. She had been on a mission, she remembered that. So what happened? Who brought her here and undressed her?

The pounding headache made thinking hard, but she tried anyway. She’d only become a knight six months ago. She remembered and cherished the ceremony. Monsters had killed her parents as a child, so becoming a monster hunter had always been important to her. She wanted to protect others from the same tragedy she faced. 

Yes, that was right. She’d explored the countryside of Seramis, looking for contracts. Recently, she found a small town, Enarville, with a history of missing persons reports. Looking through records, she’d found that like clockwork, every 20 years a young man or woman would go missing, and this time, it had been the mayor's daughter. 

Violet recalled searching the surrounding woods, trying to pick up a trail, and eventually coming across a ruined mansion left out of any maps. Then she had appeared. She was so fast, her magical wires had sliced her hand, disarming her, and sliced her ankle, bringing her to the ground. She remembered looking up, at a smiling face, and drifting off to sleep.

The door to the room creaked open, and Violet tensed, pulling on her restraints as much as they allowed. The curtain to her left was swept open, and standing above her was that same smiling face.

“I thought I’d heard you.”

The woman reached out trying to touch Violet's cheek. She pulled away from the touch, as far to the right as possible.

“Oh honey. Are you scared? You’re trembling.”

It was true, Violet was trembling. She was completely at this woman's mercy and she hated it.

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, “You must be hungry.”

She grinned, holding her finger up to her mouth, before biting it until she drew blood. She held her finger out, and Violet watched the blood dribble down the woman's finger. She… she wanted it. She wanted it so bad. Without a thought Violet lurched forward, grabbing the woman's hand, and began sucking the blood right from the wound. She felt a hand placed on her head, and the woman began running her fingers through her hair.

Once the blood had dried up, Violet let go, and suddenly recoiled.

She croaked, “This– is vile. What did you do to me? Did you make me a vampire?”

“Oh, no honey. Not quite. I gave you just enough to keep you alive, and just enough to make you want more.” She grinned at that last part. “And you do want more, don’t you?”

No. This was repulsive. This was against everything she was taught. This was against the oath she swore six months ago.

“Y-yes.” the words left her mouth almost unwillingly.

The woman smiled, and began petting her again. Violet hated it, but she couldn’t deny it felt nice. And she hated that too.

“What’s your name, honey?” the woman asked.

“Violet. I’m Violet of the Phoenix Order and I can’t allow this–”

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re not bound to duty anymore. You’re mine.”

Violet looked up at her, her gaze begging.

“I’m Elodie the Vampire. But you will know me as your mistress, and your owner.”

She bit her finger again, this time drawing a little more blood. She held it high, looking at Violet's face, and asked “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please. Please, I'll do anything, I need it.”

“Relax, honey, it’s yours. Once you put this on.” In her other hand she held aloft a metal collar, before placing it in Violet's hand. 

Violet looked down at it, and at the blood. She was shaking, trembling. This was vile. But she needed it. She needed it more than she needed anything ever. Click. The collar went into place. It felt warm for a moment, before returning to normal.

“Good girl.” Elodie grinned, holding out her finger.

Violet grabbed it with primal hunger, and began drinking the blood.

Once again Elodie’s fingers ran through her hair, and with a smile she said, “You’re going to make an excellent pet.”

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Should I make a part 2?

Yes!

No.

Voting ended onNov 3, 2024

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Only one person voted, if you don't count my and my girlfriends votes, but for that one person, here you go, chapter 2:

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I also have plans for a chapter 3, and 4... and 5. Though I'm pretty busy right now so I can't guarantee they will come any time soon.

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Violaceae

CW: Blood, Vampirism, Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Manipulation

Violet, a knight of the Phoenix Order, a monster hunter, wakes up somewhere unexpected...

Violet woke slowly, and groggily. She first noticed the bedsheets rubbing against her skin. Was she naked? She couldn’t tell. But wow these sheets were amazing. Were they silk? Why was she in silk sheets? And why did her head hurt so bad? She reached her hand over to her head, hearing the sounds of chains moving, and feeling something wrapped around her wrist. 

She placed the back of her hand against her head, and groaned, before opening her eyes. She gasped, moving suddenly, eliciting another groan as the pounding headache reacted to her movement. She looked down at her hand, seeing only her ring finger, and her pinky. What the fuck happened to her?

She looked around, vision blurry without her glasses, noticing she was in a large ornate bed, with her hands chained to the side. The sheets did seem silk, and purple curtains hung around the bed obstructing further view. She sat up, resting against the headboard, groaning and raising her damaged hand to her head in response. Where was she? What happened?

She reached down to her chest, expecting to feel her armor plate, as she was a knight of the Phoenix Order of course. Instead she found a soft nightgown. She had been on a mission, she remembered that. So what happened? Who brought her here and undressed her?

The pounding headache made thinking hard, but she tried anyway. She’d only become a knight six months ago. She remembered and cherished the ceremony. Monsters had killed her parents as a child, so becoming a monster hunter had always been important to her. She wanted to protect others from the same tragedy she faced. 

Yes, that was right. She’d explored the countryside of Seramis, looking for contracts. Recently, she found a small town, Enarville, with a history of missing persons reports. Looking through records, she’d found that like clockwork, every 20 years a young man or woman would go missing, and this time, it had been the mayor's daughter. 

Violet recalled searching the surrounding woods, trying to pick up a trail, and eventually coming across a ruined mansion left out of any maps. Then she had appeared. She was so fast, her magical wires had sliced her hand, disarming her, and sliced her ankle, bringing her to the ground. She remembered looking up, at a smiling face, and drifting off to sleep.

The door to the room creaked open, and Violet tensed, pulling on her restraints as much as they allowed. The curtain to her left was swept open, and standing above her was that same smiling face.

“I thought I’d heard you.”

The woman reached out trying to touch Violet's cheek. She pulled away from the touch, as far to the right as possible.

“Oh honey. Are you scared? You’re trembling.”

It was true, Violet was trembling. She was completely at this woman's mercy and she hated it.

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, “You must be hungry.”

She grinned, holding her finger up to her mouth, before biting it until she drew blood. She held her finger out, and Violet watched the blood dribble down the woman's finger. She… she wanted it. She wanted it so bad. Without a thought Violet lurched forward, grabbing the woman's hand, and began sucking the blood right from the wound. She felt a hand placed on her head, and the woman began running her fingers through her hair.

Once the blood had dried up, Violet let go, and suddenly recoiled.

She croaked, “This– is vile. What did you do to me? Did you make me a vampire?”

“Oh, no honey. Not quite. I gave you just enough to keep you alive, and just enough to make you want more.” She grinned at that last part. “And you do want more, don’t you?”

No. This was repulsive. This was against everything she was taught. This was against the oath she swore six months ago.

“Y-yes.” the words left her mouth almost unwillingly.

The woman smiled, and began petting her again. Violet hated it, but she couldn’t deny it felt nice. And she hated that too.

“What’s your name, honey?” the woman asked.

“Violet. I’m Violet of the Phoenix Order and I can’t allow this–”

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re not bound to duty anymore. You’re mine.”

Violet looked up at her, her gaze begging.

“I’m Elodie the Vampire. But you will know me as your mistress, and your owner.”

She bit her finger again, this time drawing a little more blood. She held it high, looking at Violet's face, and asked “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please. Please, I'll do anything, I need it.”

“Relax, honey, it’s yours. Once you put this on.” In her other hand she held aloft a metal collar, before placing it in Violet's hand. 

Violet looked down at it, and at the blood. She was shaking, trembling. This was vile. But she needed it. She needed it more than she needed anything ever. Click. The collar went into place. It felt warm for a moment, before returning to normal.

“Good girl.” Elodie grinned, holding out her finger.

Violet grabbed it with primal hunger, and began drinking the blood.

Once again Elodie’s fingers ran through her hair, and with a smile she said, “You’re going to make an excellent pet.”

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Should I make a part 2?

Yes!

No.

Voting ended onNov 3, 2024

[adatheauthor]

Violaceae

CW: Blood, Vampirism, Kidnapping, Physical Violence, Manipulation

Violet, a knight of the Phoenix Order, a monster hunter, wakes up somewhere unexpected... the bed of a vampire.

Violet woke slowly, and groggily. She first noticed the bedsheets rubbing against her skin. Was she naked? She couldn’t tell. But wow these sheets were amazing. Were they silk? Why was she in silk sheets? And why did her head hurt so bad? She reached her hand over to her head, hearing the sounds of chains moving, and feeling something wrapped around her wrist. 

She placed the back of her hand against her head, and groaned, before opening her eyes. She gasped, moving suddenly, eliciting another groan as the pounding headache reacted to her movement. She looked down at her hand, seeing only her ring finger, and her pinky. What the fuck happened to her?

She looked around, vision blurry without her glasses, noticing she was in a large ornate bed, with her hands chained to the side. The sheets did seem silk, and purple curtains hung around the bed obstructing further view. She sat up, resting against the headboard, groaning and raising her damaged hand to her head in response. Where was she? What happened?

She reached down to her chest, expecting to feel her armor plate, as she was a knight of the Phoenix Order of course. Instead she found a soft nightgown. She had been on a mission, she remembered that. So what happened? Who brought her here and undressed her?

The pounding headache made thinking hard, but she tried anyway. She’d only become a knight six months ago. She remembered and cherished the ceremony. Monsters had killed her parents as a child, so becoming a monster hunter had always been important to her. She wanted to protect others from the same tragedy she faced. 

Yes, that was right. She’d explored the countryside of Seramis, looking for contracts. Recently, she found a small town, Enarville, with a history of missing persons reports. Looking through records, she’d found that like clockwork, every 20 years a young man or woman would go missing, and this time, it had been the mayor's daughter. 

Violet recalled searching the surrounding woods, trying to pick up a trail, and eventually coming across a ruined mansion left out of any maps. Then she had appeared. She was so fast, her magical wires had sliced her hand, disarming her, and sliced her ankle, bringing her to the ground. She remembered looking up, at a smiling face, and drifting off to sleep.

The door to the room creaked open, and Violet tensed, pulling on her restraints as much as they allowed. The curtain to her left was swept open, and standing above her was that same smiling face.

“I thought I’d heard you.”

The woman reached out trying to touch Violet's cheek. She pulled away from the touch, as far to the right as possible.

“Oh honey. Are you scared? You’re trembling.”

It was true, Violet was trembling. She was completely at this woman's mercy and she hated it.

“Oh!” the woman exclaimed, “You must be hungry.”

She grinned, holding her finger up to her mouth, before biting it until she drew blood. She held her finger out, and Violet watched the blood dribble down the woman's finger. She… she wanted it. She wanted it so bad. Without a thought Violet lurched forward, grabbing the woman's hand, and began sucking the blood right from the wound. She felt a hand placed on her head, and the woman began running her fingers through her hair.

Once the blood had dried up, Violet let go, and suddenly recoiled.

She croaked, “This– is vile. What did you do to me? Did you make me a vampire?”

“Oh, no honey. Not quite. I gave you just enough to keep you alive, and just enough to make you want more.” She grinned at that last part. “And you do want more, don’t you?”

No. This was repulsive. This was against everything she was taught. This was against the oath she swore six months ago.

“Y-yes.” the words left her mouth almost unwillingly.

The woman smiled, and began petting her again. Violet hated it, but she couldn’t deny it felt nice. And she hated that too.

“What’s your name, honey?” the woman asked.

“Violet. I’m Violet of the Phoenix Order and I can’t allow this–”

“Shh. It’s okay. You’re not bound to duty anymore. You’re mine.”

Violet looked up at her, her gaze begging.

“I’m Elodie the Vampire. But you will know me as your mistress, and your owner.”

She bit her finger again, this time drawing a little more blood. She held it high, looking at Violet's face, and asked “You want this, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please. Please, I'll do anything, I need it.”

“Relax, honey, it’s yours. Once you put this on.” In her other hand she held aloft a metal collar, before placing it in Violet's hand. 

Violet looked down at it, and at the blood. She was shaking, trembling. This was vile. But she needed it. She needed it more than she needed anything ever. Click. The collar went into place. It felt warm for a moment, before returning to normal.

“Good girl.” Elodie grinned, holding out her finger.

Violet grabbed it with primal hunger, and began drinking the blood.

Once again Elodie’s fingers ran through her hair, and with a smile she said, “You’re going to make an excellent pet.”