Hartlyn Black never woke from the Death Curse. Instead, waking in another world, all alone. So lonely, that Death had offered her a companion. A guard. A lover. Jon Snow was never resurrected from his fatal wounds. Instead, he was stolen away, meeting a cloaked figure then finding himself before a strange yet beautiful woman with flame-coloured hair and hypnotizing green eyes. Hartlyn stared down at the handsome black-haired man with the darkest brown eyes she'd ever seen, curious to who he was and how he had a direwolf by his side, it having the fur that could rival the colour of freshly fallen snow, eyes akin to blood. Jon watched her warily, not knowing who she was or where he was and amazed to see a midnight black direwolf behind her, its eyes bluer than the sky. :3 Gandalf the Grey had heard of two legendary warriors in a castle, living high on the North Mountains. Two strange, yet powerful beings that perhaps would accompany himself, twelve dwarves and a hobbit as protectors. Who knows of the dangers that await them? But will the King of the North and the Mistress of Death leave their mountain to help others regain theirs? Book 1 of The Northerners.

It was meant to be. Me and Rafeal all along i think im in love...

Everybody cried. Even Coach Hedge. The whole ship seemed to hum low, in condolence to what happened. Because Percy wasn't asleep. Percy Jackson was dead. *images credited to Viria and Minuiko

In the aftermath of the rebellion, Katniss and Peeta come home and begin to rekindle their love. Many obstacles lie in their path but as long as they have each other, nothing can bring them down. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, so they say.

Katniss Everdeen has won the 74th annual Hunger Games, but now she has to go back for the 75th's Quarter Quell, in which she will be up against previous victors and will encounter the mysterious and handsome Finnick Odair. But what will Katniss find in him? A partner? A friend? A lover? Or just an ally?

"I wish for you the wisdom to realize that it's okay to miss something, but not want it back." -Steve Maraboli She was in love. Winter and Dust. Dust and Winter. Nothing could come between them. But now it has been six years and their world has unraveled. Dust is gone. The massacre has transpired. And Winter finds the thoughts returning to her mind. Thoughts of death. Destruction. Sorrow. But worst of all, love. ~ The chapters are going to be short!!!! TW: violence, suicide (maybe, I'm still trying to figure it out), kissing cuz duh, and ummmm idk what else but I will update if anything else happens! Please no hate, racism, homophobia, or anything of the sort. Everybody is beautiful. <3