➺ 𝕊𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕞𝕖𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕖𝕕. ➺ When a rare chess piece turns up at an estate auction in Florence, Sophia Drake is intrigued-not just by its craftsmanship but by the surge of visions it triggers upon touch. As an art historian with psychometric abilities (a tightly held secret), Sophia has encountered many echoes of history... but none so vivid or terrifying. ➺ Matthew Clairmont fanfiction [OFC] ✩ supernatural politics • ancient artifacts • prophecy and power • chess • mystery • vampires • witches • demons • angst • pinning ✩ 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈: 𝒮𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓎𝓈

The curse has finally been broken, thanks to the courage of the Savior, Emma Swan. The residents of Storybrooke have regained their memories: separated lovers have been reunited, families torn apart have found each other once more. It truly feels like the beginning of a "happily ever after." But not for everyone. Among them is a girl who doesn't quite belong. Her name is Syria - or at least, that's what she's been told. She has long, wavy hair the color of indigo and blue, eyes of the same hue, and skin pale as moonlight on water. Yet, even now that the curse is broken, Syria remembers nothing of her past. No family. No faces. No ties. Only a deep... and growing void. The only thing she thinks she knows is her name - but even that, with time, begins to feel like a lie. Driven by compassion and a strange, unexplainable bond, Henry sets out to help her uncover the truth about herself. But the mystery only deepens... until one day, Henry is suddenly kidnapped. In the chaos that follows, Syria ignores Emma's warnings and those of the others. She can't stay behind. Her connection to Henry is too strong, too real to be denied. Without hesitation, she dives after him, following the kidnappers through a portal that leads to a place long lost to time... Neverland. The island that doesn't exist. A realm of shadows, cruel games, and wild magic. And yet, inexplicably... Syria feels alive here. At home. As if she's known this place before. As if a part of her belongs to the island. Or as if someone... has been waiting for her.

"When you stare into the abyss long enough... sometimes it stares back with familiar eyes." - Friedrich Nietzsche The walls of Quantico have held killers, spies, and the darkest minds the FBI has ever profiled but never someone like Seraphina Fairchild. Found at the scene of a brutal murder. she's brought for questioning. Calm, composed, and uncooperative, Seraphina seems more soldier than civilian. Every question from the BAU meets a carefully constructed answer too careful for someone who's supposed to be in shock. Dr. Spencer Reid can't read her. She doesn't fit any known pattern no psychosis, no trauma response, no lies he can prove. Yet there's something off about her eyes, the way she moves, dna traces that don't match any record. While the team hunts for a supposed serial killer, Seraphina hides a truth no one is prepared to face: the murders aren't human. And if she can't contain what's coming, neither will they. Criminal minds x Shadowhunters

Forks was the one place Scarlett Lawson swore she'd never return to. But when life drags her back, she finds herself tangled in secrets, legends... and a four‑legged danger she never saw coming. "He was a storm of fire, and she was the stillness after the wreckage." Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of its characters, settings, or plotlines. All rights to the Twilight Saga belong to Stephenie Meyer. The only things I own are my original characters and my unique plot additions. This story contains mature themes - read at your own discretion.

Kamari Black is known for two things at Forks, her being the wildest party girl in town and being related to the Black's. Kamari has never lived a normal life. Since she's one of the few in her family not capable of turning into a werewolf. She has always been lost within herself and that's why she is so reckless. Although everything changes when she meets Carlisle Cullen, the best Doctor in Forks. When she finds out his secret, everything changes forever... Begin- 07/20/25 Finish- 🥇#carlislelovestory

❝What if I'm not the hero? What if I'm the bad guy?❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Elio Cullen, a vampire , falls in love with Bella Swan, a human. [ Bella Swan x Male OC] [Twilight-Breaking Dawn ] [Cover by @CriMeeeeee]

When Rosalie and Emmett Cullen adopt a newborn orphan, they finally find the family they've always longed for. Raised among vampires, Evangeline grows up in the strange, secretive world of Forks, caught between love, danger, and destiny. But everything changes when Paul Lahote, one of the Quileute wolves, unexpectedly imprints on her. Bound by supernatural laws yet torn by old rivalries, their connection sparks a forbidden love that threatens to reignite the fragile peace between pack and coven. In a town where loyalty can cost everything, she must choose between the family that saved her and the future she never saw coming. A Twilight reimagining of star-crossed love, where fate writes its own story-whether they're ready for it or not.

Stella doesn't mind being stared at. People usually are, once she starts talking to empty spaces or pausing mid-sentence to listen to something no one else can hear. She has always noticed things others miss, quiet footsteps with no bodies, voices that linger after goodbyes, the way certain places feel heavier than they should. Ghosts find her easily. She's learned to be kind about it. When one particularly polite spirit leads her to a hospital in Forks, Stella assumes it's just another small favor for the dead. Instead, she meets Dr. Carlisle Cullen, a man who feels wrong in a way she can't quite explain. Dead yet alive, too calm, too still, yet strangely familiar to the spirits that follow her. As Stella drifts between conversations with the living and the dead, she begins to wonder why ghosts linger around him, why the moon seems brighter around him, and why being different suddenly feels like it might matter. A whimsical, quietly strange Twilight fanfiction about unseen worlds, gentle magic, and finding someone who understands the parts of you no one else notices.

a story in which Neal's neighbor saves his life. slightly different than season 6, still the same storyline.

Some stories begin in kingdoms of glass, or forests where time forgets to move. This one begins in a coffee shop. A small, unremarkable place where the air tastes of burnt sugar and rain. Jane did not believe in fate. Fate is a thing for stories, for other people. For lives more dramatic than hers. She believed in early mornings and late nights, in chipped mugs and quiet customers, in coffee ... the bitter salvation of the sleepless. And then he came. Tall as a winter tree, skin pale as unfallen snow, eyes fathomless and black as ink spilled across eternity. He asked for nothing more than a cup of coffee, but the way he said her name - Jane. It was like a hymn remembered from another life. She would not learn until much later that he was older than kingdoms, older than gods, older than the first dream whispered in the dark. That he was not a man at all, but a dream given shape and sorrow. And that in loving him, she had changed the story of the world They say love can conquer time. But time is cruel. And when he vanished, Jane waited. A hundred years of rain on glass, a hundred years of nights without his voice. But dreams never die. And some, no matter how deep they are buried, return. #1 DCEU 8/7/2025.