My name is Kira Lannister. I'm eighteen years old, the eldest daughter of Tywin Lannister, and everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows one thing about me-I am completely and utterly a daddy's girl. Father may be cold, intimidating, and impossible to please when it comes to everyone else, but with me? I can get almost anything I want. Beautiful dresses, expensive jewels, horses, gifts from across the Seven Kingdoms-if I ask Father for it, chances are it will end up in my hands. My brother and sister can't stand how much he spoils me, and they hate even more that I know exactly how wrapped around my finger he is. My sister especially has another reason to be jealous. I've caught the king's eye. Now the looks are lasting longer, the whispers around court are getting louder, and my sister is watching every move I make. Between Father's favoritism, sibling jealousy, court politics, and a king who seems far too interested in Tywin Lannister's precious daughter, things around here are about to become very interesting. I may be spoiled. I may be stubborn. But I am still a Lannister. And anyone foolish enough to underestimate Tywin Lannister's golden girl is going to learn exactly why they call me The Golden Lion.

My name is Candy, I'm 22 years old, and I work at Comic Cons around town. Most people lose their minds when they see a famous actor standing ten feet away from them. Me? I barely look twice anymore. When you spend your days working conventions, celebrities become just another part of the job. I've seen the screaming fans, the crying, the pictures, the autographs, and people nearly passing out because their favorite actor smiled at them. So when the cast of The Walking Dead comes to town for a convention, I treat them exactly like everyone else. No screaming. No staring. No begging for pictures. And apparently, that gets their attention more than fangirling ever could. There is one other tiny thing about me they don't know. I have magic. Real magic. The kind of magic I've spent years keeping hidden because explaining glowing blue sparks coming out of my hands tends to create more problems than it solves. Everything is supposed to be simple. Work the convention, help the guests, survive the crowds, go home. Then my magic suddenly goes crazy while I'm standing only feet away from some of the Walking Dead actors. At first, I think something is wrong with me. Then strange things begin happening around the convention. Things that shouldn't be possible. And it doesn't take long for me to realize that the fictional world everyone came here to celebrate may not be as fictional as we thought. One minute they're actors signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. The next? We're about to find out what happens when The Walking Dead becomes real. Good thing I have magic. Because if the dead really do start walking, screaming probably isn't going to help anybody.

We all know that the Salvatore Brothers loved Elena but your about to meet the girl they loved since the beginning of time, their little sister, the one they'd would die to protecting but her keeping secret prove a difficult challenge for her brothers to be able to protect her especially when the Noble original returns with is family

Nikki was never the sweet, innocent girl everyone thought she was. At seventeen, she had already learned how to smile pretty, play innocent, and hide the darker parts of herself where no one could see. Everyone in Woodsboro thought she was just Billy Loomis and Stu Macher's best friend-the feisty girl always caught between their chaos, sarcasm, and troublemaking. What they didn't know was that Nikki knew their biggest secret. She knew they were Ghostface. And instead of running, screaming, or turning them in... she stayed. Because Nikki wasn't scared of the darkness inside Billy and Stu. She understood it. Matched it. Maybe even fed it. With a sharp tongue, a twisted little grin, and no patience for anyone who underestimated her, Nikki proves she isn't some helpless girl caught in their game. She's part of it. And in Woodsboro, where secrets bleed and masks hide monsters, Nikki might just be the most dangerous one of all.

I knew The Vampire Diaries like the back of my hand. Every betrayal. Every death. Every secret. Every monster hiding behind a pretty face. So when I woke up in Mystic Falls, I thought maybe I had a chance. Maybe knowing everything play by play would help me survive. But then I looked in the mirror and realized the real kicker. I wasn't just some random girl dropped into the story. I was Elena Gilbert's twin sister. Now I'm stuck in a world full of vampires, witches, werewolves, originals, and heartbreak-where one wrong move can change everything. I know what's coming, but knowing the future doesn't mean I can stop it. Especially when the Salvatore brothers show up. Especially when people start noticing I know things I shouldn't. And especially when I realize Mystic Falls might not follow the story exactly anymore... because now I'm in it.

Catalena Baratheon has always known the truth. She is the only trueborn child of King Robert Baratheon - the only child with his blood, his fire, and his claim. The others may carry the royal name, but their bloodline is a lie, born from her mother's indiscretions and hidden behind golden smiles. Now, as the royal family travels north to Winterfell to visit Robert's oldest friend, Eddard Stark, Catalena's future becomes impossible to ignore. The realm knows who the true heir is. The great houses know it too - and many are already standing behind her. With the Iron Throne waiting in her future, Catalena is given a choice most women in Westeros never receive: the right to choose her own husband. But every smile hides a scheme, every offer carries a price, and even her own mother is suddenly desperate to stay in her good graces. Catalena was born a princess. Now she must learn how to become a queen.

Lena Stark was born only moments apart from her twin brother, Robb, but there has always been something different about her. With blood-red hair that falls to her hips, bright green eyes, and a power no one in the North fully understands, Lena is more than just a daughter of Winterfell. She sees flashes of the future before they happen. With a flick of her wrist, she can bend the world around her, making impossible things come true. To outsiders, she is a mystery. To her enemies, she is a threat. But to House Stark, Lena is family, and when she speaks, they listen. As whispers of war begin to spread through Westeros and danger creeps closer to Winterfell, Lena must decide how far she is willing to go to protect the people she loves. The future is never clear, and every choice she makes could save her family... or destroy them. The Stark Witch is a Game of Thrones fanfic about magic, loyalty, family, and a young woman powerful enough to change the fate of the North.

On the day the outbreak began, Lena Grimes was in her room listening to music, completely unaware that the world outside was falling apart. She had her headphones on, trying to block everything out like any normal 19-year-old would. At first, the shouting outside sounded like another argument, another siren, another normal bad day. But then the noises changed. The screams got louder. Cars crashed. People ran through the streets. Lena pulled off her headphones and looked out the window, seeing people attacking each other in ways that did not make sense. She did not know they were walkers yet. She only knew something was horribly wrong. This story will not follow the TV Show.

Rayne's last memory should have been terrifying. Dramatic. Meaningful. Instead, it was stupid. One minute, she was walking outside to check the mail. The next, she tripped over her little brother's toy car, hit the ground wrong, and everything went black. Death was supposed to be the end. But when Rayne opens her eyes again, nothing feels right. The world around her is familiar and strange all at once, filled with secrets, shadows, and faces she somehow knows she should recognize. She doesn't know why she's here. She doesn't know what brought her back. And she definitely doesn't know why death feels like only the beginning.