Morrigan Crow is finally beginning to feel like a real Wundersmith. No longer the girl everyone fears, her mere mention invoking whispers of a massacre long ago. Now, Morrigan is a force for good in Nevermoor, and she is determined to change the controversy surrounding Wundersmiths forever. But as her confidence grows, so does her power. Training as Squall's apprentice is shaping her into the powerful, powerful little crowling he needs her to be - but hiding the truth about her abilities will cost everything. When Morrigan loses control and a dark, unspeakable beast of nightmares tears through her beloved city, the line between good and evil stretches to its limit. Can she save Nevermoor, or will she fall victim, no more than a little crowling puppet in Squall's plans? DISCLAIMER: All characters and settings are the rightful property of Jessica Townsend; I own only the plot. This fanfiction is purely for the entertainment of myself and others and to spread the brilliantness and amazingness and marvellousness (needless to say, I could go on) of the Nevermoor series, and not for commercial use. The book cover was created using canva.com. All images used in the cover are Creative Commons. PLEASE NOTE: The design of the book cover belongs to me, the writer of this story, and I do not give permission for it to be used or replicated with or without modification.

Stella/yn Odison princess of Asgard. The little sister of Thor and Loki. I DO NOT OWN ANY MARVEL CHARACTERS. I DO NOT OWN ANY RIGHTS OF MARVEL. CHARACTERS ARE FROM MARVEL AND NOT MY OWN. MY OWN CHARACTER IS STELLA ONLY NON OTHERS. THIS IS BASED OFF OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS. This is my first ever fanfic story. So pleaseee don't be mean to me I'm trying...lol I am open to suggestions on what to happen and any tips and I apologise in advanced about spellings eek. Anywayz I hope that you enjoy and like my story. Oh yeah btw sorry if I don't update quickly as I'm quite busy with school and everything but I love to write and now I'm obsessed with reading fanfics so this is what I am currently doing to escape the sad reality of lockdown. xxx We/you are Stella Odison. ~feel free to add your own name You have light blonde hair going down to armpit length and blue eyes. ~or your hair and eye colour You have two older brothers Thor and Loki, who are very overprotective. (especially Loki. We're a lot closer and he's is my best friend. Don't tell Thor) I am princess of Asgard and the godess of nature-so I can speak to animals and control plants. And I am always dragged along where ever Thor goes Loki must and so do I. Odin isn't really close to me, he's not a dad type of father. I spend most of my time with Loki, Thor, or outside in the woods. Here we gooo...

It all started with a girl, alone in an alleyway in Sokovia. Maybe it was chance, maybe it was fate, but the girl stumbled across the Maximoff twins who made a vow to protect her as their little sister. Four years later, after surviving voluntary experimentation by Hydra, twelve-year-old Helena Maximoff has a force awakened in her. A dark force. After following her siblings in their quest for revenge, Helena runs into the Earth's Mightiest Heroes... and one of them realizes her green eyes resemble those of a certain God of Mischief's a little TOO much. "She wears strength and darkness equally well, the girl has always been half goddess, half hell." AU

In my world, Fourth Wing was just that: a story. A fantasy book full of action, betrayal, dragons, sexual tension thick enough to cut through... and a man with dark eyes and tattoos like war scars who stole my breath with a single word. Xaden Riorson. The character I was never supposed to fall for-because he was fiction. Because he didn't exist. Until he did. Until I woke up in a body that wasn't mine, in a reality that shouldn't exist. And they called me Seryna Valenforth. I didn't know if I was dead, dreaming, or cursed. I only knew I wasn't in my bed anymore, not in my room in the real world, but in a castle-with a list of future corpses parading through my memory. I already knew their names: Jack Barlowe, Amber Mavis, Dain Aetos, even Violet Sorrengail... all pieces on a board that was about to break. And I was inside it. Part of me refused to believe it, but the other... the other was ready. I'd read Fourth Wing so many times I could recite entire lines by heart. I knew who lived. Who died. When. How. Why. And most importantly: I knew who I wanted to save. Liam. My loyal, sweet soldier whose death still hurt, even if he was made of ink and paper. Sloane. A little girl with too much darkness and too many stories behind her eyes. Andarna, my favorite dragon. And yes... him too. Xaden Riorson. I wanted it all. His gaze. His respect. His desire. Even his warnings wrapped in veiled threats. I wasn't going to give up that place. This time, I would be the one to face him on the sparring mat. I would be the one to make him hesitate. The one who became the weakness he never saw coming. And maybe, his strength too. Change the story. Even if it cost me my life. Because this was no longer a book. And I was no longer a reader. I was a player. And this time... the Empire had no idea who they were playing with.

Theodora Riorson used to be sunshine. She used to wear dresses, dream of becoming a healer, and idolize the father who called her his little star. Now? At twenty, Theodora is entering the Riders Quadrant with a grudge buried deep in her bones. She's traded sunshine for storms, silks for leathers, and gentle dreams for vengeance. Her father-her hero-is gone, and someone has to pay. Especially the Aetos family. Which is why it's incredibly inconvenient that Dain Aetos is hot. Even more inconvenient? The way he looks at her after she punches him square in the jaw for opening his mouth. Dain's been whipped ever since. And he's determined to win over the girl who wants nothing more than to hate him. But some stories were never meant to end in love. Especially not when secrets sharper than blades are waiting to be uncovered. - Dain's character, backstory , personality and knowledge is altered! Different than in Rebecca's books!

Book 1 - Battle for the High Crown Hyacinth, known as Cin, has lived in a village located in rather close to the High Lord of Spring's Manor, all her life. She's seen the once thriving and prosperous Spring Court fall into ruin and lawlessness due to the absence of their High Lord, Tamlin. But two years of waiting and hoping, Cin has had enough. Having stood by and watched her home deteriorate for long enough, she sets out to find the High Lord and bring him back to his seat of power, against the wishes of her brother, Bron. As Cin helps Tamlin restore his decrepit Manor and re-establish order in the Spring Court, she becomes his closest ally and confidant. Together, they work to rebuild the Court and bring back the faith of the Fae in their High Lord. But as Cin helps Tamlin, she must also confront her own traumatic past. Can these two trauma survivors, Cin and Tamlin, save each other and their home? Join Cin in her journey as she fights to restore order and prosperity to the Spring Court, facing her own demons and navigating the challenges that come with rebuilding a kingdom, all while trying to find a way to heal both her and Tamlin's past.

Tamlin was my mate. That gods-damned bastard. The man who had broken my High Lady, who had sided with Hybern. I hated him. Or, I wanted to hate him. But suddenly hating him was impossible when my heart wanted nothing but him. And what about Azriel? Oh gods, Az...

Daughter of the Feyre & Rhysand meets Tamlin. Years after the war, High Lord of the Spring Court is haunted by his past and living in isolation. Everything changes when he meets Aithrien, a mysterious little fae girl who brings light and laughter with her oddness into his life... cat food&cat rod What could go wrong? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "It's not Mr. Beast, is it, tra-la-lay?" Her sudden question startled him. He furrowed his brow. "I'm sorry... what?" "Your name-it's not Mr. Beast, right?" She asked earnestly. "No," Tamlin said, caught by the absurdity of it.

Did you ever wonder what would happen if the Afton family met BNHA? Well now you don't have to wonder anymore, because I'm giving it too you! Also, none of the characters belong to me! They all go to their respective owners along with the world's and backgrounds! Thank you, please don't copy write me! THE STORY COVER ISNT MINE AT ALL! IT BELONGS TO •Unwxnted Emotion• ON YOUTUBE. PLEASE GO CHECK THEM OUT AND GIVE THEM SUPPORT PLEASE, THEY DO SOME AWESOME VIDEOS AND CONTENT, THANK YOU!!

IMPORTANT: I originally wrote this back in 2018 when I was younger and an idiot and sucked badly at writing. It's all toxic fandom stereotypes in this book. You should know ahead of time that this story is gonna suck. Huge L. DESC: You're a useless outsider until you get recruited by Slenderman one night. Congrats, you get to be a proxy and live in the Slender Mansion with the creepypastas and have cliché a Creepypasta x reader life! Ughhh. !𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! - Y/N, unfortunately, is the overused female lead idiot stupid. (Please feel free to treat Y/N as your preference). - Ticci Toby is 'sort of' a waffle addict. - Hoody and Masky are considered Creepypasta/Proxies. - There's TicciWork (This was old, alright?) - There's obvious excessive cursing. - There's obviously cringe (2018 trash.) - yeah #1 in boring. Now you know to run...