Alice Branagh is the twin sister of Robin Branagh. One night they get new neighbors, the twins sneak up the castle to see who moved in. Their whole world flips when they find out they live next door to vampires. Alice tries her best to not get to close, but she can't help it when she falls for a certain vampire. All credit to the show Young Dracula expect for my character.

Y/N Damaskinos had been betrothed to Vladimir by both their fathers making a contract. Now she helps Vlad as much as she can as she had grown feeling's for her betrothed. Follow their adventures together as they go through challenges of their vampire life together facing different challenges thrown at them. A/N I do not own Young Dracula. I only own my added characters story parts along with Y/N and her Damaskinos family story added parts.

Forget everything you've heard about vampires, they don't burn in the sun, and they definitely don't sparkle either. Dennis Whitaker craves blood, which he devours with his subtle fangs. His hair and nails continue to grow, but he stopped aging at the age of twenty seven in 1690. He's been many things in his life, living for over 300 years gives you the time to try anything once, this isn't his first time being a doctor, but it is the first time having to study for it. Medicine has changed since the 1800s, but Whitaker loves the thrill of emergency medicine. Due to his immortal age, Whitaker moves quicker than average person, so keeping up with the pace of the hospital is nothing to him. The only thing he has to remember, is to look human, that's more demanding than anything. Breathing slower than average, Whitaker constantly has the strain of remembering to sigh and take long breaths, mimicking the behaviour of other doctors during a typical ED shift. He can also eat regular food, but it's bland and tasteless, what Whitaker really craves is someone with AB negative blood, oh and Dr Robby.

She was never meant to be noticed. For three seasons, Cecily Featherington has played her part-smiling when required, curtsying when expected, and pretending she doesn't hear the whispers that call her forgettable. But when she vows this season will be her last, fate takes an unexpected turn. He was never meant to fall. Viscount Anthony Bridgerton is the model of propriety-until she walks into the room. With paint on her hands and wit sharper than any gentleman's, Cecily defies every rule he's built his life upon. She is the one woman who unsettles him, challenges him, and makes him question everything he thought he wanted. What begins as rivalry and restraint turns into stolen glances, near confessions, and nights spent wondering if love can survive the weight of reputation. Because in a world where every feeling is a scandal, and every choice has a consequence, Cecily and Anthony's connection is anything but proper. It's fierce. It's forbidden. And it's utterly, irrevocably, out of the ordinary. -- Pre Bridgerton Series - Anthony Bridgerton x Cecily Featherington Standalone Cecily is my creation, and I own all rights to her. The Bridgerton books are owned by Julia Quinn, and the tv series is owned by Shondaland and Netflix.

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

Sarah Williams was the first and only friend Franklin Hartford ever made when she moved to a new town to live with a new foster family. Since Sarah walked right up to Franklin on her first day of freshman year of high school to introduce herself and convince her to join the theatre, they had been attached to the very hip. Now it's their senior year and things in their lives have gotten wild. Franklin had been adopted by her Forster family. Sarah started to wish her father never remarried so that she wouldn't have an annoying little brother. One afternoon the girls realize that Sarah is out past curfew. They had been practicing their lines for their last school play as seniors. Labyrinth. Their rushed journey back to Sarah's house resulted in a rainy argument. The dad and stepmom were leaving to go on their weekly date, making Sarah watch the baby, Toby. Franklin willingly stayed instead of going back home. She witnessed Sarah have a crazed outburst as soon as the adults left. Causing poor Toby to wail and wail. Sarah grew angry and started to yell at the child. Even told him a silly story from their play to shut him up. Then a flash of lightning strikes and there out of nowhere a strange blonde man appears. Claims that he had taken the baby and that if Sarah wants him back she and Franklin must travel through the labyrinth and get the baby themselves. Highest Ranks 1# in goblinking ✨ ( I have no rights to Labyrinth only my character Franklin and her storyline! )

A young girl named Daisy Everly who is 6, finds a secret she can never tell. Optimus her new guardian tries to keep her safe, but he didn't try hard enough. When she finds her way into the Decepticon warship everything changes, will she survive or will she die trying to escape? I do not own transformers or any of the characters except for my OCs. Some of the events might be a little wacky and off course with some of the characters coming early or still living. 1# shockwave 1#decepticon 1#relic 1#dreadwing 1#energon 1#transformers 2#arcee 1#soundwave 1#knockout 1#breakdown

**Preview Only** When a wounded dragon falls from the sky, Claire Evans runs into a cornfield to rescue it. This isn't just any dragon, he's a shifter, one of six royal protectors, and helping him has consequences. Claire finds herself traipsing--or rather, flying--across the kingdom of Dragonwall. She must face Dragonwall's king. King Talon is not like those before him. Troubled and temperamental, he is scarred by more than the events that shaped him. Worst of all, he is mateless. With no queen and no heir, his subjects are demanding he abandon tradition and marry into nobility. There is a rising threat at his borders, whispers of a sorcerer. Soon, he will have greater problems than that of finding a wife. Modern meets medieval in this seven-book series filled with magical creatures and adventure. This epic fantasy is a slow burn romance that follows multiple POVs, woven together around Claire, a small town Indiana gal. If you've ever wondered what it might be like to get sucked into a fantastical world beyond our own, look no further! **Read Exclusively On Wattpad**

★Featured in Official Paranormal and Supernatural | Ambassadors profile; Life after Death★ Blair Lightwood was a whimsical store owner, a store that was special to everyone in the entire town of Meadow-Mist Valley. This store held the secrets of ancient ancestors and many other historical antiques, but that wasn't the only thing hiding a secret. Our store owner is a witch. Blair always followed the customs of her traditions, but what happens when the ancestors find her soulmate, and not just any, her soulmate is the sexy billionaire, Maddox Steele. "She appeared calmly from the back door with her lips held in a satisfied smile that radiated with serenity, her shop isn't what calmed the people, it was her," Maddox thought to himself.

She isn't short. She is bite sized. Anita Rosaline Nightshade has always been small. 4'11 height but a 6'7ft attitude. She might be small, but she sure is feisty. But no one knows of the feisty little beast, because no one ever made her angry. Until he steps in... **** "Stop picking me up!" I whined, pouting. His eyes turned a shade darker as a small smirk played at his lips. He bent down and kissed my cheek. "I can't, your so tiny." I huffed, crossing my arms. "I'm not tiny. I'm average." "More like bite sized." He laughed. "I will call you My little bite size Anita." But everyone knew she was the Little Bite Luna.