Angela is a normal Black butler lovin' fan when all of a sudden the real Claude Faustus talks with her. They make a protection contract so that Claude will be hers while Alois Trancy learns from Angela. As she tries to deal with them, she gets another shock; all the other characters are real, and all of them want her for their own reasons. Find out what happens when she goes through Trancy vs. Phantomhive the sequel!

*Sequel to The Desolation of Smaug* : : Thorin buried his nails perilously within the earth, sapphires fixating on nothing but infinite dread, "Sorrow found me when I was young. Sorrow waited. Sorrow won." : : Fame. Songs. A kingdom of corpses. Their names too heavy within each other's mouths. What remains once the war is won? Shadows. Longing. Regret, regret, regret. What do we become in death? "She belongs to the future; to the winds of the west sea, and the candles in the hallway. She dances wildly with the spiders; sings with the turn of the stars, and cries amongst the earthquakes and ghostly thunderstorms - like those that sneak away in the night. She belongs to the fire; to the silver and the mist in the woods, to the snow and the silence, but not to me." © 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

*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

Raised by her witch Grandmother deep in the forest, Skyler has lived a friendless life of isolation and magic. Her fortunes change when she accidentally binds herself to the powerful demon known as Rayne. This former Prince of Hell is inexplicably drawn towards Skyler and finds himself determined to protect her. Skyler on the other hand has no desire to spend the rest of eternity bound to evil. However when her lonely world is plunged into danger as ancient prophecies, assassins, werewolves and army of demons invade her life, the only thing that stands between Skyler and death is Rayne. This is the third book in the The Imperial Vampire Court Saga.

Rosie Walker is starting at her new school, terrified of what it will be like. But in a class with some very, very interesting individuals, what could go wrong? -This is pure randomness guys haha :) but hope you enjoy :) - (This fanfic contains Sherlock, DW, Merlin, Avengers, Harry Potter, Mortal Instruments/Infernal Devices, Star Trek, and some others XD) ~x~