Anahita gave up her mermaid tail for legs to win the love of a prince. This was the worst decision she had ever made. Now, stuck in a kingdom of witches, floating libraries, treacherous princes and charming pirates, she must cross seas to have her wish reversed and return to the ocean she loves.

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

"𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑰𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒚," Rosalie Mai had dealt with the Red Room and its Widow's before and she thought that was that. She had no interest in seeing them - seeing her - again, ever. But as fate would have it, Rosalie and Yelena's paths would cross once more. [ Post-Black Widow - Avengers: Endgame A Heroes Across Time Novel Platonic Yelena Belova x female oc ]

Nobody was necessarily destined for evil. In young Albus Dumbledore's eyes, evil was but a label for a past of mistreatment and a future of poor decisions. But when he set his gaze on Tom Marvolo Riddle, he could've sworn something sinister lurked behind his ice blue eyes. It shifted into a darkness he had never encountered before. Dumbledore was rightfully cautious when approaching another girl from Wool's Orphanage. He swore to himself he wouldn't make the same mistake twice, but he later found out he needn't be worried at all. Unfortunately, he took a long time to realize this. Longer than he would care to admit. Lucille was brought to Wool's Orphanage with no last name, and that wasn't even the strangest part about her. She seemed to know things that nobody had told her, and she'd send a grown wizard fleeing in the opposite direction with an arch of her eyebrow. There was a similar power beyond her eyes, and it took a long time for people to understand whether it was light or dark. Her tale was one no other's could compare to. Not even the bravest of Gryffindors would hope to venture down the path of a twisted, little, huffily puffily girl. [Started Feb, 2017] ***for any new readers, I'm warning you now if you wanna read through for the first time without spoilers, stay out of the comments. Especially during year two which has a mystery element! You've been warned!***

Book cover made by @-goddesstier Luna Lovegood was seventeen when she got captured by Death Eaters, who took her to the Malfoy Manor. There she befriended Dobby and Ollivanders, who also got caught by Death Eaters. They kept her safe while she gave them hope of survival. However, tragedy struck when a couple of Death Eaters took Luna to a room where she got torture for information on the whereabouts of Harry Potter. Wanting Harry to save the Wizarding World, she stood her ground, which caused one of the Death Eaters, Bellatrix, to get mad to the point that she killed her with the Killing Curse. Feeling horrible for what happened to Luna, Valar Gods agreed that she should deserve a second chance to live in their world. Thus, they send her off to a world called Middle Earth where her Soul Mate, a lonely Elven King called Thranduil, lives, and she will change him and those around him for the better or the 'worst.'

Some of it was written by @Ariador, and others by Neil. This is a collection of LotR-inspired nursery rhymes we wrote for Neil's nephew, they are mostly written in parody to already existing rhymes.

WATTYS 2021 Historical Fiction winner | Writers Of The Past Series. 4000 years ago, in an empire where women were little more than flowers on the wall, one princess cemented her story in history and changed the art of writing for centuries to come. *** Based on the real-life Akkadian princess and high-priestess Enheduanna, this novel explores the life of history's first author. An outspoken visionary with a talent for writing down her deepest emotions, Enheduanna's life is turned upside-down when the god Nanna chooses her to become the high priestess of Ur. As her power in the city of Ur grows, so does her list of enemies. But her own safety is the least of her worries when thousands depend on her to keep the vengeful gods happy, and their land safe. Either way, Enheduanna is not willing to go down without a fight. One way or another, she will carve her own path, and nobody is going to erase her from the pages of history. - part 1 of the Writers Of The Past Series -

**Featured on DARK FANTASY and ADULT FICTION reading lists** WARNING: EATING OR DRINKING WHILE READING THIS STORY IS HIGHLY INADVISABLE. Once Upon A Time, Good Omens, Monty Python, and Arrested Development had a back-alley three-way and birthed a fairytale. Gerald wasn't supposed to be stuck living seven centuries in the future. He definitely wasn't supposed to be "mentoring" The Dark Lord's progeny in the hopes that she would decide to save the world rather than destroy it. In fact, he wasn't even supposed to be named Gerald (the name of every other male in his family for three hundred years), because everyone assumed a weak-chinned, balding, forgettable man, who was just a magician, could never be who Geraldo The Foreshadower prophesied. But that's what assuming gets you, and here he was saddled with a fate he never asked for, in a time he didn't know, surrounded by people he didn't want to like, and he was out of Firewine AGAIN! The Dark Heir is a darkly satirical tale of assumptions, anti-heroes, and apocalypses, where the road to hell is actually a themed water-park slide covered in slightly less urine than a real one. It drops literary and film references faster than an NYC socialite drops names, and promises endless laughs - including, but not limited to, sad chuckles, guffaws, uncontrollable giggles at inappropriate moments, brays, barks, cackles, snorts, cachinnations, and the occasional howl (though that may be the Welsh Werewolves showing up unannounced). Consider yourself warned... Reviews: "Completely and adorably bonkers," says @floranocturna "Hilarious in every way. Even when I cringed, I laughed," says @LadySapphire2018 Winner of The Trident Awards

Hermione Granger knows she's not a good person. Disillusioned with life at only twelve years old; she is cynical, manipulative, ruthless and, above all else, a survivor. For six years she has lived on the streets of London with only her sharp mind and her sharper knives to keep her alive, but a letter from an owl changes everything for Hermione, and the bond she forms on the Hogwarts Express with a timid boy with broken glasses, skinny wrists and a lightning-shaped scar will change the whole of Wizarding Britain. Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle *Warning: Rating R* DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. I am only writing this for my amusement, and for others amusement. I am not writing this for a profit of any kind. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the images used.

Rue is a witch. She was born from a fallen star just like all the other witches are. But hers fell into a pond, making her technically a swamp witch. And no one wants to come see a swamp witch. Especially not one with no actual swamp. All she has is a pond hidden deep in the mountains, where no humans or magical creatures pass through. So Rue spends her days by the pond she was born in and the surrounding forest gathering mushrooms and talking to frogs. Her spells are all practical for her life and sometimes experimental for fun. But she rarely gets a customer for a potion and she's never been invited to a gathering. Her life has always been simple, if not a little lonely, yet peaceful. And then a Death Cap sprouts up by her pond. Bringing chaos with him. Typical of a poisonous fungus to cause trouble. ~~ "Personally, I think you should find another pond." I said with a huff, looking over the strange man who's been murking up my pond for the past few days. His yellow eyes cut into me, slight sneer on his lips, "you're a witch aren't you?" "Yup!" I replied, prodding the mud with my toe. "And witches take clients for spells." "Sounds about right." I nodded. "Then give me the fucking spell." He growled out. I arched a brow at him. "You're not my client." "You-" "No." I replied sweetly, "Go away I don't like you, you tried to kill me!" "You tried to rob me!" He seethed. "No I tried to get pre paid for my assistance, you rejected it. Now we are done." He pointed to his bleeding abdomen, "no. We aren't." I stared at the blood soaked bandages for a moment, "that seems like a you problem."