Waking up in a hospital was not Lydia's idea of a good time... but it was about to start becoming a lot more common for her. A Spencer Reid x OC fanfic that retells select episodes, starting from Season 1, from the point of view of Lydia Ambers, a forensic scientist.

Ranked #1 - narnia (May 28th 2018) Ranked #204 - action (May 28th 2018) Ranked #416 - adventure (May 28th 2018) Ranked #649 - humor (May 28th 2018) Ranked #2 - leadership (May 28th 2018) Ranked #13 - siblings (July 18th 2018) Emily Pevensie is the very middle of the Pevensie siblings. Lucy (the youngest at age 8), Edmund (age 9), Emily (age 11), Susan (age 12), and Peter (age 14). She may be in the middle, but she is by far the wisest of the five siblings. No one, not even Peter, would dare stand against one of her decisions. Even though she isn't the eldest sibling, she still takes the responsibility of caring for her four siblings. With Peter's help of course. Emily is a mixture of her parents's appearances. Blonde wavy hair, chocolate brown eyes, pale skin, and is very beautiful. She is short tempered, loving, kind, honest, intelligent, bold, and is very protective of her siblings. Peter and her siblings all agree on one specific thing. Try not to get in a fist fight with Emily. But she prefers you to call her Em or Emí. She's feisty and very strong. She's not afraid of much. Other than her siblings being hurt.

Bring Me To Life » She Built A World Of Magic, Because Her Real Life Was Tragic After the events of the Harvest, Imogen left the French Quarter coven and vowed to do anything to protect the last of her family. With the arrival of the Original Family, the vampires are thrown into complete upheaval and Imogen is caught right in the middle. With the supernatural community of New Orleans prepping for war, which side will she fall down on?

Sequel to Rosalie Coulson. During agents of shield. (©Poison_Ivy99)

An Elleth named Alvena Baggins has grown up with Bilbo Baggins. Her whole life believing she was an unusual and strange Hobbit. Alvena is tired of the relaxed life in the Shire with Bilbo, she craved for real adventure other than the errands her relatives and neighbors send her on which was only running to the other side of the Shire, She was tired of just jumping over the small fences of the shire she wanted to jump over boulders and waterfalls, she was tired of riding ponies she wanted to ride a war steed. Alvena wanted everything a warrior could get. Even though she never used or touched a single weapon in her whole life except for a shovel she imagined to be a sword. Alvena's wish was about to happen when one faithful day Gandalf the Grey stops by with some strange dwarves and offers Bilbo an Adventure of a lifetime. Alvena dreamed of going thus she made a deal with the dwarves and Gandalf that if she persuaded Bilbo to come then she could also come with them. When Alvena gets the Journey she always dreamed of she never imagined she would go through hardships, painful experiences and breath taking moments and most of all she didn't imagine she would fall in love. but would he love her back? And lastly would Alvena know who she truly is or will she only know herself as Alvena Baggins the unusual and strange Hobbit? Disclaimer: I do not own any of the works of JRR Tolkien. I only borrowed them for my own pleasure. I do own Alvena, the red Kingdom, and her parents.

The Battle for Helm's Deep is over, but the battle for Middle Earth is about to begin. Rayel finds herself thrown from one battle and tragedy and into yet another. With the discovery of her elemental powers comes the realization that she is a dangerous weapon to both the armies of Mordor and to her friends and comrades. The Great Eye has shifted its gaze to her and now she has a choice: Fight for her friends and allies, or flee into the Mountains. What will become of her relationship with Legolas? Will the Crownless Again be King? Or will the Armies of Mordor overthrow the Heir of Gondor?

*This story is under editing* He was Earthly; she was Aerial. He was made of clay and iron, his mind was blood and gold; she was made of fire and dreaming, despite her shadows running cold. Two, of a different kin; their minds so devoured in hate, though thy hearts dwelling in love brighter than the sun, stronger than any metal nameable. His temper was like a bison, her silhouette was like the sea. He was a storm, whilst she was the rain, and together they will tame the elements' natural spring and create the colors across the sky. A world beyond theirs. Their souls were forged athwart the planets within ice and fire, and together they shall inherit the stars. All their darlings, death shall doom. Though, how terrible it is to love another that death can touch. Fair was she who enchanted the King. © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact nellsaan on Wattpad.com

*Sequel to An Unexpected Journey* She could scale the walls sharper and quicker than any savior; like rivers and ferocity: she built her silence. They asked about her wings - she built them to fight: definite lonesome, no fear, no absolution. No blackened hearts; no good-for-nothing promises. Leave a girl to face the sleet, and she'll adapt to the chill of the snow. - A.M. Adapt, Evolve, Become Tell me the story of that resourceful man who was driven to wander far and wide; that screwed-up soul who reckoned a world full of strangers. The prodigal made in and out of iron, a kind that burns and brands your skin and bones; he blunts you: do not call him by name (for he never particularily liked himself, and therefore neither his name). So you call him a moses for the new saga, the lord whose kingdom never showed. In truth: there's a man who sits about the bar, with a growl like he's got a kid at home, but there's no home anymore. The empty-souled bison-man with a God for a father - with a haunt for nephews; you collapse and you stare, and he's fallen away before the moon is gone. A promise: alcohol smells like divine hilarity; sometimes you can hear the words in your skull, when your mind is dark and you remember that people are tragedies. Dwarves are pitiful Gods. - A.M. Odysseus Reimagined II (with own twist) © Copyright 2013. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written permission of the copyright holder. For permission, contact nellsaan on Wattpad.com