"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

When the dinosaurs broke out from their enclosures in the theme park known as Jurassic World, all humans were taken away, to a safe place. But Riley was left behind. Alone with the dinosaurs. She learnt how to bond with the beasts, and everyday, she hoped that someone would come for her. But no one ever did. Five years on, there is still no sign of other humans on the Jurassic World theme park. But a group of Dinotrappers come to Jurassic world, planning to capture, or kill the large reptiles. But Riley will protect those beasts that she has come to know so well. She will protect them with her life. But what happens when she meets a young, super fine Dinotrapper boy by the name of Drake, who has a deadly secret? One that both Riley and him share... But they don't realise how they are lesser pawns in a bigger game of chess.. **I do not own Jurassic World, or anything connected to it!** WILL BE BLOOD AND GORE!

****Winner of the Most Popular Naruto Fanfic Watty Award 2013/14**** **Currently being rewritten as the original is old and awful in this author's opinion** A coming of age story about a young Ninja, confused and hurt by the instances in her past, struggling to find her place and figure out what it all means. Can the kindness of a new Village warm a heart that time has taught to be cold and cruel? Can new friendships replace broken bonds, lost to the past? Is it safer to stay, or is it safer to run? A story not about one's physical strength, or of obtaining great power, but a story of overcoming and learning to change as old wounds heal.

In a world of monsters and gods, the Lupus Deus is the one being no one wants among them, especially not the gods that wronged him. Vivian Grey is as average as any werewolf comes, or at least that's what she believes growing up until she is confronted with the fact that her mate is the monster she heard stories about growing up. It doesn't take her long to realize that he is as cruel as whispered, as unfeeling as he is complex, and far more monstrous than believed. When push comes to shove she'll have to learn to navigate her own strength or risk being drowned in his. As a war between her mate and the gods that made him take place, love, might just easily become a double-edged sword. PUBLISHED ON AMAZON Link: https://www.amazon.com/Lupus-Deus-Werewolf-Sophia-Moore/dp/1644341271/ref=nodl_

He was Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the third. During his time as a beat up, fifteen year old Viking, Hiccup started to change. Physically and mentally. He was getting powerful, violent urges, and his veins turned black, and started to show. In the arena, when he was supposed to kill the Monstrous Nightmare, something within Hiccup snapped. Something fell from the light...and something rose from the darkness... Filled with this new power, and rage, Hiccup mounted Toothless, letting out the wrath of a Night Fury and his rider. Leaving the Vikings wounded, he flew off, away from Berk, and away from everything he had ever known. Five years on, everyone thinks he's dead. Until Berk meets the Rouge Angel... ((Warning; Contains some violence and gore)) <[<[ Cover by ZombieDragonRider]>]> <<I do not own DREAMWORKS, or HTTYD>>

My names Eylimi, great name I know but it's not the worst. I live on the island of Berk and life here is amazing. Just not for me. Dad changed the world by stopping the dragon wars, mum is known as a fearless warrior. Me? I'm just the skinny girl that's good with a bow, can't even train a dragon. This is the story of how I proved all that wrong. Of how I did train a dragon. Not just any dragon. My dads childhood nightmare. ~I don't own anything owned by DreamWorks~ Story - ©Moonstone360

Emma book 3 Please go back and read the first two books :)

~ Prequel ~ Please go back and read "Emma: The Legend of the Darkstalker" and "Emma: The Glow Within" first. How did Emma survive alone as a little girl, and gain control of her powers? What made her so feared? How did Blaze survive under Drago's care? What about Hiccup's life before he met Toothless? All will be answered in "Emma: Before Time Stopped" (this is a spin-off to the Emma series :)) #NoMoreBullying

Sequel to "Emma: the Legend of the Darkstalker" Please go back and read the first book, so that you'll know what's going on :) Book two in the "Emma" series.

rank: #18 in howtotrainyourdragon My name is Emma. I'm different than other nineteen-year-old girls; in fact, I'm different than everyone. I posess strange, evil powers--I always have. For starters, my chocolate brown hair has a dark purple sheen to it, and my eyes are dark purple as well... But the really weird thing is my birthmark: I have a purple birthmark that swirls and spirals like a vine up my left arm down to my hand and to my ring finger-tip and up the right side of my neck. But the real reason that I'm a freak... a monster... is because I cause a wake of destruction everywhere I go, and not because I'm clumsy. If I'm even at all tense, my footsteps leave dark purple scorch marks. When I get mad, my surroundings ignite with black and purple fire. It,s unpredictable because it's almost never the same thing, for instance, I often accidentally blast a purple beam of energy, or I cause gigantic black vines with purple thorns to rise from the ground without warning. I was abandoned when I was a baby, not that I can blame them... There are even legends about me that Vikings tell for ghost stories, or if they want to scare their kids into staying inside. They call me a monster. And they're right.