Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Who is James Talon Harrington the Fourth? His friends would say he's the pretty boy of the group. His coach would say he's a dedicated football player. His mother would say he's a loving son, and his father would say he's a younger version of him. However there's only one person who knows the truth. This is his story.

This is the SEQUAL to the outsiders

An outsiders fanfiction What do you do when you wake up in 1966 in Oklahoma? You hang with the greasers of corse!!

The title says it all. I know that there are MANY of these out there in the wattpad world, but I just thought it would be so much fun to make my own! I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, HIRO MASHIMA DOES. Hope you enjoy!

Melody finally remembers her past life and is an all powerful goddess. But, someone from the past is back and knows of Melody's presence. Who could this be? A/N: I only own Melody, Miki, Akira, Nozomi, and Yasu, nothing else

"She was the girl who longed for the freedom of the dragon, and he was the dragon who longed to be a man." A heroine reclaiming her fate. A dragon with a secret. A prince on a quest. Olivia flees to the forest seeking freedom from her family's demands. She finds refuge in a cave, only to discover it is a dragon's lair. The dragon, Kaden, is not the monster she first thinks him to be. After overcoming her initial fright - of not being eaten - Olivia discovers that the dragon has a gentle heart. Kaden is resigned to loneliness after centuries of wandering the lands. Meeting Olivia brings joy to his solitary life, and never has he dreamed that a young woman would be the one to start the change in him. A storm brews on the horizon. A prince with a handsome face and a cruel heart is on a quest to slay the dragon, and take the throne. He will do whatever it takes to have what he believes is his to own. And now, he has his eyes set on the pretty little maiden from the forest. He will make her his Queen, whether she wants it or not. © by Maya_2011/Maya Starling

"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.

My name is Peril.I have done awful things.As the Queen's Champion,I kill other dragons in the arena for her amusement.No one can beat me.No one can touch me.My fire would burn them and kill them.My name is Peril.I have done awful things.And I have absolutely no regrets. ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::I don't own the book series,Wings of Fire.This is what I think Peril would feel.Ask Sutherland herself if you really want to know.This is simply a fan fic.No hate.

Hybrids are known for their quirky looks and being the sore-thumb of their tribes. The seven tribes saw hybrids as pretty artifacts to look at in cages, however after years of oppression, one dragon changes this non-sense reigning for centuries. Lantern, born with the blood of rainwings/seawings explores the truth of being a hybrid. From being able to adapt to both environments and possessing many skills, to feeling the harsh pain of inequality in Pyrhias dark ages, Lantern discovers the deep secrets beneath the world of Wings Of Fire. Will this half-blood learn to accept his perspective and become true to his fellow tribes, or corrupt under Pyrhias talons? This is the beginning, the match to the candle of a Lantern.