Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

she didn't speak because her brain was to busy screaming. in which elizabeth cullen didn't speak because of the unspeakable things she saw, until alistair brought her back to reality. ( alistair x oc ) ( june 2017 - november 2017 ) ( --timeless© ) ( twilight fanfic award winner for best nomad fic )

300 years ago, Elijah and Klaus made a deal. Every time Elijah 'mysteriously disappeared' Lucy would become Klaus's 'little slave girl' merely for her protection. At least thats what they see it as, Lucy sees it as a death sentence. When Elijah was daggered by his own brother Lucy was by Klaus's side at all times. When Klaus disappears she learns how hard it is to be independent.

❝I know you. You're that dead girl.❞ In which he is the only way she can feel. [THE ORIGINALS SEASON 1] STARTED: JULY 3, 2016 FINISHED: MAY 14, 2017

❝I can't sleep.❞ In which Klaus Mikaelson stumbles upon a young girl who walks the streets of New Orleans each night, afraid to fall asleep because she cannot bear to relive the nightmares of her past. [KLAUS MIKAELSON AU] PLOT BY @josephsmorgan STARTED: MARCH 13, 2017 FINISHED: JUNE 3, 2017

latibule (n) a hiding place; of safety and comfort ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ He was alone in this world. He couldn't trust anyone, couldn't believe anything anybody said. He was confused, cold, hurt and most of all, he was broken. He seemed colder than Winter itself, but he was merely a lonely soul yearning for the comfort of a friend, or anyone for that matter. Then he met her. She was a deity, the purest soul he had ever laid his eyes upon. Her gentle and kind heart broke through his barriers. She was his latibule. ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ ➳ - highest rank on Fanfiction : #319 - - #1 in bucky - - #1 in avengers - - 05/11/2016 : 100K views - - A Bucky x Original Character Fanfiction - - All characters and the universe belongs to Marvel - - I only own a few of the characters and some other elements of the story - - Set after the Winter Soldier, but the storyline is altered (the events of the Avengers: Age of Ultron never took place, or anything after that and Loki will be part of the Avengers now) - -Warning: Language-

"Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy." - F. Scott Fitzgerald ~ Victoria Morana Kingsley is average in nearly every aspect of her life. She isn't a great fighter. She isn't a brilliant genius. She doesn't have the greatest paying career. And on top of it all, she's not the most social butterfly in the world. There is, however, one teensy tiny thing that separates her from your average human being. She can talk to the dead. Although, they're not the most stimulating source of conversation in the world. Necromancy is a magical art as old as time itself, and in a time of Gods, magic and super heroes, being discovered for what she is, is the last thing Tori wants. But upon finding a man with a metal arm collapsed in the snow on the side of the road - who five years prior tried to kill her - not being discovered for what she is becomes all that much harder. Throw a budding, complex romance into the midst, and you have the beginnings of a story of grisly chaos, black magic, old friendships, witch hunts, death of various kinds and irregular love. For true, unrequited love, is not finding someone who silences your demons, but whose demons dance well with your own. ***I obviously do not own any Marvel or comic characters. I only own Victoria, the plot, and a few characters that appear later on in the story. All rights are reserved to Marvel comics.

They say one mistake can change your life; I’d never realised how true this was until it applied to me. I live in a world filled with violence, grief and death; a world where one wrong move, one mistake will get me and my family killed. I am the most wanted person in the Werewolf world. Why? I kill for a living, tearing families apart, exterminating whole packs, killing mates, destroying trust and hurting anyone who happens to land on Rieker’s radar. I’ve been in this game for seven hundred years; albeit unwillingly. And over time, I had developed a taste for blood, the feel of sinking a knife into my targets, the smell of their fear; it was all part of the hunt and I could no longer blame Rieker for my sins. Hunting has become as much part of me as being a werewolf. Unfortunately, my time of destruction is coming to a close and the hunter is about to become the hunted. The problem for them is that if I don’t wish to be found; I won't be, at least not until my latest mission proves to be my downfall. It only takes one careful wolf for me to get caught and soon one mistake turns into a world of trouble. One that may end in my demise. *Book one of The Mate Chronicles.* Cover made by IsaSecret.

I wiped my eyes once again to see deep piercing green ones looking down at me. More tears came as I saw the root of my anger, and I stood up pushing past him. I tried to run but got pulled back by a hand grabbing my wrist. "What happened?" Clyde demanded angrily. "Get off of me!" I growled and pried his fingers off my wrist and continued to the bathroom. Once inside I went into a stall and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe my face. Why was I always crying? I heard the door open and I tried to contain my sniffling so that they wouldn't hear. Then I looked down to see the feet and saw Clyde crawling under my stall. ~~~~~ Alexa Moore is a crybaby. She can't deal well with her emotions; if she is frustrated, angry, sad, mad, or hurt she can't help but cry. She hates that she always feels the need to cry and tries to stay happy by being unconfrontational, and staying away from jerks. Clyde Wood is seemingly heartless. Through the bad, sad, hurtful, and pissing situations he appears to be tougher than nails. Sure he is happy most times, but in the eyes of many he is a heartless jerk that picks on everyone. If it wasn't for his great looks he'd probably be with the Gothic kids, not the popular ones. That, and he made a hobby of being a player. Alexa meeting Clyde was definitely a recipe for disaster, causing her to shed more tears than in her entire 17 years. The year goes from good to bad to good to bad, and end bad? With so much heart churning events, will there really be a rainbow after the storm?