You were born in shadow, the daughter of Gwi-Ma-the most feared demon in existence. But you turned your back on the darkness long ago, severing the blood tie that bound you to him and choosing to live among humans in silence and pain. Now, you walk alone... until Huntrix finds you. They're global idols by day, demon hunters by night-and you're the ghost in their shadow. The phantom fourth member who never steps on stage, but always shows up when the monsters come. You're not made for the spotlight. You're made for war. ⚠️𝕋𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘: 𝔸𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥, 𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕, 𝕍𝕚𝕠𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖, 𝕊𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘. ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝔻𝕚𝕤𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕤 𝕒𝕕𝕧𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕!! || I don't own the KDH Characters, they belong to their rightful owner || All images used don't belong to me either, credit goes to the rightful owners || ✨ Note: This book is 𝓜𝔂 own piece of work, please refrain from copying my work. One, it's not professional. Two, a lot of time and effort has been put into this book. Three, there is literally no point in doing so. We are all here to read and write aren't we? So, let's just have fun!!

Leila Courson met Lucifer during the Apocalypse in 2010 after being called to arms by Bobby Singer and his surrogate sons, Dean and Sam Winchester. Having been a friend of Lucifer's first chosen vessel, Leila found comfort in dealing with the Devil who decided to pick her as his 'representative of the human species'. It was only a complicated relationship which followed. When he returned to Earth, six years later, it only got much more complex. Warnings: This fanfiction contains adult themes such as: reference to acts of violence, sex, swearing. I, the author, do not own any characters except for Leila Courson.

Dean Winchester's twin sister, Davina is a believer in a world of doubters. After Deans trip to hell and back he is yanked out by the most charming and socially awkward of angels. 😇 "I think he did it but I just can't prove it." Season 4-? 😈 Any mature content is between consenting fictional adults Most characters belong to Supernatural

Ivy Rose has been best friends with Peter since as long as she could remember, and they've only been dating for 8 months. When Ivy moves to Hemlock Grove with Peter and Lynda, her nephilim powers start to take a tool as soon as she meets the weathly teenage playboy, Roman Godfrey. Soon, Ivy is asked to marry Roman to procreate more upir and nephilim hybrids what will happen?

Elizabeth had a sneaking suspicion-no, she was certain-that someone was in her apartment. Nothing was taken, however a few little items were moved out of place. The odd part was that her beloved tea cup, scarf, and couch blanket had all been moved in a way she hadn't intended. The smell of aftershave, missing underwear, the feeling of eyes watching her, and a window that seems to never lock becomes an odd sick normal expectation with every new day. She is awakened one night by a shoe string cutting off her air supply and is forced to fight for her life. In her struggling and weary mind, she knows she's about to die, but she doesn't anticipate the man strangling her with such hatred to suddenly collapse over, dead, with a gaping hole in his back. She couldn't even get a hit on him. What happened to him? She survived an attempted murder, so the sensation of eyes on the back of her neck should have faded, yet it persists. She swears she saw a dark and foreboding shadow the night of her attack, and now, sitting in her bed in the middle of the night, her mind can't trust what she sees. A monstrous creature as hard as stone looms at the entrance to her bedroom, but his eyes are as soft as petals the moment he sees her, and then he flits away like a blown-out candle, leaving her afraid.

❝you know I've never met an angel before❞ ❝you still haven't❞ | I DO NOT OWN SUICIDE SQUAD | I OWN AZRAEL/THE ANGLE OF DEATH

It's been a while since the eldest child of Renee Dwyer, and Charlie Swan has returned to Forks. Distressed over his parents broken marriage he left for across the world to live with his mother's parents in favor of witnessing the split of his family. Though he's back, A turn of events have left his Grandparent's dead, and his body in a state he has yet to get used too. Unluckily for Bella, he has his own supernatural companions to help him through it all. Oh, their nothing like what Forks is used to. ~Rewrite of The Black Swan~

Cassandra Winchester...or as she's most preferred as The Forgotten Winchester. She's Sam and Dean's little sister but the thing is, she's forgotten by everyone. Her mother died when she was born, her father abandoned and ignored her and so did her brothers...the only one who really cared about her was Bobby Singer. Cassandra isn't a hunter like her brothers as no one wanted her to live that kind of life but she was just strung along like some forgotten pile of trash as she likes to put it. Cassandra doesn't know why she sticks around, I guess she's hoping that one day her brothers would notice her but...they don't. Growing up was hard for little Cassandra, moving all the time, all the new schools, she was always bullied and had no friends and her brothers did nothing to protect her...they did nothing because she was always forgotten and went unnoticed... She was diagnosed with Depression, Anxiety, Mutism, PTSD, and Insomnia and even started to self-harm to take all her pain away. She doesn't talk, hardly eats, never sleeps due to ask the nightmares... Cassandra does all she can to try to make her brothers notice her but...they've forgotten all about her...she's just...Forgotten, worthless and useless...but when a certain archangel is the only one that notices her what happens next? Will they fall in love? Will her brothers finally notice her? Or will it be too much for Cassandra that she's had enough...

When a teenage girl develops psychic powers, she seeks the help of the famous demon hunter John Constantine and discovers more about her family history.

A Bucky Barnes x Reader AU Your back hits a massive chest, body heat engulfing you almost instantly. You're then overwhelmed by the most intoxicating scent. Spice and passion. It smells like the best sex you've only ever dreamed of. A hand presses to your lower abdomen, aiding in your stabilization after your tumble. An inhuman heat flows from the hand, pooling deep in your belly. The unmentionable place between your legs clenches eagerly, the soaking of your panties isn't too far behind. You feel the man's breath against your neck, giving you the gentlest of caresses before his lips graze the outer shell of your ear. "If you plan of living through the night, I suggest you come with me right now."