"Yeah I'm part cat so what?" Cheshire is part feline, and nothing but an experiment gone wrong. She's still running from the people who did this to her. Who are the people who did this to her? She has no clue. But she's not only running from them. She's also running from SHIELD. What happens when Earth's mightiest heroes capture her and bring her to Director Eye-patch, as she so calls him, himself? The unthinkable in Cheshire's eyes. Who would've thought the thief could become the hero? *************** I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING MARVEL RELATED! I ONLY OWN MY OCS! This fanfic only contains the original Avengers team from the first movie. So there is no Wanda or Pietro Maximoff, or Vision.

(Warning; Probably has plot holes everywhere) This is the sequel of my first book: Percy Jackson The Wolf Prince It begins off a few weeks after the ending of the first book. --------------------------------------------------------------------- "You can't break me Lyacon." I whispered, feeling the blood dripping off my body. Lyacon stopped whipping me "Everything can be broken, you just have to find out how." He snorted. Lyacon walked around me. "You have been used, smashed and betrayed , but yet you don't break." He said, as he started smiling and went on. "But there is one thing that hasn't been tainted yet, the one thing that keeps you innocent, and soon that will be rectified." Then he left my cave, closing the door behind him. "Tomorrow you will have a visitor, and you mad her angry, and you are going to pay, Perseus. You are going to pay." With that, I was left alone, to think about what he said. --------------------------------------------------------------------- When Percy finally gets some rest, or so he thinks

Percy is betrayed by his friends at camp half blood, and unfortunately both his mother and step father were killed while he was in Greece. Not to mention that he was bitten and is now part werewolf. all Percy wants to do is be alone and free in his demigod/werewolf life. Unfortunately a certain goddess won't stop looking for him. No romance in this one.

Siena can heal wounds with a touch of her hands. A captive since birth, she is used as a tool of war by a Plainsmen tribe. A chance escape into the forest proves successful... and deadly. Rescued by the Forestfolk--a group of people she always thought were nothing more than bedtime stories--Siena remains on edge. Trust does not come easily when persecution is all she's ever known. Keeping her abilities a secret seems like the right thing to do, until a tragic accident renders two Forestfolk spiraling toward death. If she chooses to reveal her abilities, she risks being subjugated again. Treated as no longer human. Maybe even sent back to the Plainsmen. But keeping her talent to herself means ignoring the injured around her, even allowing them to die. The choice seems obvious to Siena, but living with the repercussions of that choice is another matter altogether. A journey of self-discovery, a bit of adventure, and a splash of romance. On the Wattys 2017 Shortlist!

Silent. Cold. Chiselled perfection. That is Rikkard Ambrose, the most powerful business mogul in Great Britain. Free-spirited. Fiery. Definitely NOT attracted to the aforementioned business mogul. That is Lilly Linton, his personal secretary and secret weapon. The two have been playing a cat and mouse game for months. So far, Lilly has been able to fight down and deny her attraction to Mr Ambrose. But what happens when suddenly, the dark secrets of his past begin to surface and they are forced to go on a perilous journey into the South-American jungle? A journey they can only survive if they band together? Book 3 in the Watty-Award-winning "Storm and Silence" series.

Percy Jackson's luck has some how just got worse. After the war ends and many losses. Percy already feels bad but when Annabeth's pride causes her to make a wrong decision. He's had enough. He leaves everything in search of a new life. ~~~~About 1,000 years later~~~~ Much to his dismay Omega- the apprentice of Lord Chaos himself is forced to go back to a place he rather forget. But with Gaea and Tartarus rising along with Chaos's brother End he doesn't have a say in the matter. The problem? This is the toughest war he has ever fought. And with people he wished to never see again, will he crack under the pressure?

When the world is in danger again, from something more dangerous than a titan, or even worse than Gaea, the gods find that they need more help than they have, but Artemis has help. The Blessed of Chaos, subject to an ancient prophecy, are back, but they are different than they were a few years ago, and they only trust a few people.

The cold is not a power to underestimate. I should know. I had to suffer the pain of becoming someone else. And all those who inflicted this pain upon me are in no position to try and worry about me. They don't care. I can't trust them. The cold is trustworthy. Nothing ever changes. ~*~ I have decided my original of Glaciem sucked. tres terrible. (edit: this one is better but still not good) So I am making a second one! Hopefully better, longer, more though out, and planned.

It's so cold...I feel like I'm freezing up. Literally. I felt like everything inside was beginning to change...who I was, what I was, and just me. I opened my icy blue eyes. Everyone I knew, Annabeth, The Seven, the Gods, everyone except my mother, Paul, and Grover, betrayed me or wanted me dead. I'm a demigod on the run. And I'm losing myself to a part of me that I never knew existed. The morning dew on the leaves around me froze to crystallized droplets as I walked by. Just as I was admiring the beauty of it all, a shout came from behind me and I turned. A hunter was pointing my way and more people came. Twenty more hunters, and roughly forty demigods. I turned away from them and ran while taking out my sword. Riptide. It wasn't what it used to be. Before it had a blue green colored trident etched into a glowing bronze metal and a golden hilt. Now? The bronze glowed silver because of a thin layer of deadly ice. The trident became an icy blue, just as my eyes had changed and the hilt was now black and silver. Why? I'm changing. The world destroyed me. So I'm changing. To someone I'm not. I can't stop it. I can keep running before I freeze over entirely. Then I'll be unstoppable. = = = so im writing a second draft and i realized i screwed up the whole plot in this story because it wasnt meant to be cliche but it turned out to be so this is gonna be the first version and the second version im writing at an incredibly slow rate so yeah this version is not the best to say it nicely [lowercase and terrible grammar intended because I'm lazy]

After the giant war, Percy leaves the gods and camp. Percy goes to meet his mother and she brings news that spun his life upside down. Now Percy is a level 10 working agent one of Fury's favorite agents No Percabeth but a plot twist