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.•A story in which a vampire and a hybrid find each other in a strange way, and end up being perfect for each other. When a human enters their family, they are thrust into many dangers but despite it all they know they have to protect their family even if that means accepting the human into their lives•. A TWILIGHT SAGA FANFIC PRE-TWILIGHT -BREAKING DAWN P.2 ROSALIE HALE X OC #rosaliehale #alicecullen #wlw #twilight #edwardcullen #carlislecullen I DO NOT OWN THE TWILIGHT CHARACTERS OR THE STORYLINE, I ONLY OWN MY OC CHARACTERS. LOVE YA STEPHANIE YOU POPPED OFF💀💀

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Carlisle Cullen is indeed the steady pillar that anchored his family. His determination, courage, and might clinging onto him like second skin. However, a pillar needs an even stronger structure lying within to keep it standing. Lady Claire Beaumont was a Duke's daughter from the 1800s. Seemingly unwanted, far too intelligent to be fair for an eligible bachelor. A spinster. A piece of silk that shined a little too bright. A rose too thorned to be picked. She dallied with her father's doctor way too close to be accepted by the ton. To her defense, his wit and striking image was way too hard to resist, and yet what outweighs all these is their shared secret that's way too scarce to see with anybody else. Blood-thirst. Now set in the calm yet daunting town of Forks, Carlisle and Claire take the role as foster parents to their adopted teens. Transcending their relationship as merely friends remains a hazy path that neither of them felt brave enough to set foot into. Won't putting on the mask as Forks' golden pair unexpectedly unravel centuries old secrets and restraint?

Eloise Malfoy finally escapes the prison that is Malfoy Manor as she embarks on her time in Hogwarts. Immediately hitting it off with pranksters James Potter and Sirius Black, things don't seem like they'll go as smoothly as Eloise would've hoped. FoLlOw ThE qUiRkY tEeNaGeR oN hEr JoUrNeY! (Sorry it sounded too much like a cringey movie trailer) Cover by the great @nedoperepil_ The Harry Potter universe belongs entirely to JK Rowling apart from any OCs that I have created :)

The Swan twins always thought they knew who they were. For Bella, it was simple: the quiet girl, the one who slipped through life unnoticed-until Edward Cullen shattered her world open with immortal promises. For Theo, it was survival: the boy who faced a vampire and lived, left with scars that run deeper than flesh. But forever doesn't always mean what it should. The Cullens are gone. So are the promises. And in the silence they leave behind, grief takes root in two very different hearts. Together, the twins must navigate the aftermath: whispers at school, the crushing weight of abandonment, and the unrelenting danger of a world where monsters still lurk in the dark. And while Bella struggles to simply exist, Theo is left with a terrible question- What if survival isn't enough? #4 RosalieHale on 9/16/2025 #13 RosalieHale on 9/15/2025 #20 AliceCullen on 9/15/2025 #24 BellaCullen on 9/17/2025 #27 BellaSwan on 9/15/2025 #48 SethClearwater on 9/15/2025

𝄞 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘.(n.) behold the blood of Hyacinthus, which had poured out on the ground beside him and there stained the grass, was changed from blood; and in its place a flower, more beautiful than Tyrian dye, sprang up. ❝ Near time, far future, and the past, one law controls them all: any greatness in human life brings doom...❞ 184. ANTIGONE, SOPHOCLES. ❪Percy Jackson x F!oc❫ ❪Mark of Athena-Blood of Olympus❫ ❪Book two of the Sunburst series❫ ❪©-starfragments-2023❫ ❪Unedited❫ ｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 incredible cover made by @bayports <3 　ﾟ･｡･ﾟ

❀˖° In which Azalea West the only daughter of Persephone couldn't keep her eyes off the new arrival in camp half-blood. OR ❀˖° In which the son of Poseidon and the daughter of Persephone fall madly in love with each other. ❀•°❀°•❀ "You were like two seconds ahead of me flower girl." "More like four seconds ahead, sunshine." ❀•°❀°•❀ // Percy Jackson and the Olympians (TV series) //Percy Jackson x femOC Completed for now until season two!

all light, no shadows Edward Cullen walked away. He left Bella Swan in the woods with nothing but an echo of his goodbye. But instead of falling apart, Bella discovers someone who refuses to let her vanish into the dark-Jacob Black. He's reckless and warm and infuriatingly stubborn, a wildfire of sunlight she never saw coming. With him, she doesn't just survive-she burns. Engines roar in Billy's garage. Waves crash against La Push cliffs. And beneath it all, secrets howl in the night: wolves, hunters, and a world far more dangerous than Bella ever imagined. When the Cullens return, Edward finds Bella changed. Stronger. Sharper. Already tethered to someone who didn't run. The boy who left her is nothing compared to the boy who stayed. Now Bella must decide where she belongs: with the shadows that broke her, or with the fire that remade her. In this New Moon rewrite, the story doesn't fade to black. It blazes. #1- newmoon 11/3/25 #1- blackpack 11/3/25

Before horoscopes were entertainment, they were survival. What the Weave Named Us is a southern-gothic reimagining of the zodiac-an older, darker system of meaning rooted in folklore, old gods, and the quiet intelligence of fate itself. In this world, the stars don't predict your future. They remember why you were born. This project is built from the mythology of the Weave, the same unseen force that runs through my Twilight fanfictions-a listening, responsive power that binds souls, shapes callings, and tightens its threads when the world begins to fracture. Here, that mythology steps fully into the light. The Weave is not a god, but it is older than gods. It listens. It tightens and loosens its threads in response to a breaking world, naming people not by personality traits, but by purpose. Builder. Healer. Storm. Wolf. Seer. This is the real zodiac-the one whispered about in kitchens heavy with grief, felt in the bones of children who arrive carrying fire or sight or restlessness, and passed down in fragments where the land still remembers. Each chapter will reveal one of the Twelve Names of the Weave: what it means, what it demands, and what it costs to carry it. These are not signs meant to comfort you. They are names meant to recognize you. You were never meant to fit a horoscope. You were meant to answer a calling. And once the Weave names you-it does not take it back.