People are scared of me. Scared of my appearance Scared of my touch Scared of my presence Because I am a freak I didn't ask for this 'gift'. I didn't want to freeze everything I touch. But this is who I am. Hated... So I ran away. ~ Niall Horan, the ice boy. Only looking in his eyes would tell you that he is something special. The extraterrestrial icy blue colour, blond hair and pale skin are dead give-aways. And special he is. He has a heart of ice. Everything he touches freezes instantly. But people hate him for it, think he's a mistake of nature. Even his own parents. So, he ran away. With no money and just a backpack filled with clothes, he travels through the country, thinking he's the only one with a gift like this. Oh boy, was he wrong...

❝Children Of The Night, come out to play; for it is night time.❞ They stand dark and tall, with their cigarettes hanging from their lips, their eyes cold, their body wooden. Usually, their back faced you, and if you were lucky enough to see their face, they kept a cold front, steely eyes and thin, harsh lips. Their tough exterior was impossible to crack, and legend had it that they never smiled. It was predicted that they were the most beautiful of people, yet the strangest and most peculiar, too. But no, they're not vampires, nor warlocks - not even werewolves. They are the Children Of The Night, and they are your worst and best nightmare, all at once.

Harry Styles is being destroyed. Everyday, Zayn bullies him worse than the day before. It's not easy making it through school. But when a new student, Louis Tomlinson, starts taking care of Harry, emotions become evident. Why does Zayn hate Harry so much? As the Louis starts digging deeper, he figures out the heartbreak that occured. And worse, he discovers his own love for Harry. What will happen when love gets rough? Will they give up? Or will they try to hold on? A Larry Stylinson fanfic. Also includes some Ziam :)

Zayn grabs Harry's face closer to his by the neck till his mouth is by Harry's ear. "He won't stop , no power on this earth can stop him. " He whispers with a shaky voice. Harry gulps not knowing what to do or what to fear. "He will destroy every and anything in his path to get you! " Zayn continues. Harry bites down on his lip trying not to scream out loud in fear. "He won't stop until he gets you , Harry. " Harry pulls back and looks at Zayn in the eyes. "What if he can't get me? " He asks not so confidently. Harry tries to search his patient's eyes for an answer. "Then I'm afraid he might... " Zayn pauses for a moment before replying. "Kill you. "

"no, I'm not a ghost" "then what are you?" "I'm Harry" Zayn struggles to keep himself sane when a boy keeps appearing around and no one else can see him, but Zayn. © 2014 xGetTheShovelZarryx Completed On: September 17, 2014

A mysterious tunnel stands in Carter's town. Ever since a little girl, she was told to always stay away from the tunnel. Danger lurks inside of it, and that scared Carter. No one was ever able to see the very end of the tunnel; even daylight couldn't shine through it. Now, 19 years old with such curiosity, Carters friends drag her back to her childhood memory, pushing her into peer pressure and forcing her to see what's really in that tunnel. But, little did Carter know, in the tunnel, there lies a deranged and messed up boy waiting for the next one. » Many fictional and creepy sounding creatures. Do not read in the dark and or if you do not favor horror. * REWRITTEN VERSION UPLOADED NOW *

(Larry Stylinson) Vampires and Werewolves have always been in hiding, never been discovered. They go to school, have jobs, are your friends, your lovers. Yet not to one another, it's imperative that they never love each other. Vampires and Werewolves are enemys, they kill and murder each other in cold blood.... But not all Vampires and Werewolves are enemys....

Liam Payne is just your average fire-fighter. Strictly devoted to his job and loves it. His life is busy... but eh. He loves not having distractions. But maybe girls setting their kitchens on fire just so the sexy fireman can arrive and put out 'their' fire... yeah, that's not so average. Now comes in Zayn Malik. He's your typical peeping tom, the typical loner, perverted guy, who you never ever want to be neighbours with. Ever. And when Zayn, during one of his usual afternoons (that consisted of casually stalking- er- observing his sexy curly-haired neighbour from the crack of his curtain) notices said neighbour's house catch on fire, he's a bit shaken, naturally. But oh boy, that shake was nothing. 'Cos when Zayn lays his eyes on the sinfully sexy fireman that gracefully jumps out of the red fire truck, amidst the chaos, his arm muscles rippling, and the sturdy white hose grasped tightly in his strong and agile hands... yeah. Zayn simply can't help but eye-rape the hand-crafted masterpiece of God. Zayn is literally shaken, and not in the bad way. And now... why the fuck is he having morbid thoughts of setting his house, and especially himself, on fire? (Mainly Ziam, with slight Narry/Nouis.) (Highest Ranking: Humor #56 and FanFiction #124 on 23 Feb 14) © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake

[COMPLETED] [MAJOR EDITING i am re-writing some of the characters and taking out parts and re-writing them, so this may seem confusing to read right now. as of today, chapters 13/42 have been edited] ❝ It's the unexpected that changes us. ❞ The one where a not so normal teenager discovers he's inherited his family's unusual ancestral ability-- to perceive spirits-- on the day he turns eighteen. And now he faces his toughest case yet-- an attractive, frustrating, hot headed Irish ghost who has been in limbo for two years, who can't, for the "life" of him figure out what's tying him to this place. Graphics: @hazmaster © Copyright: All rights reserved. || zarrycupcake