Ｐｒｉｄｅ Ｇｌｕｔｔｏｎｙ Ｗｒａｔｈ Ｌｕｓｔ Ｇｒｅｅｄ Ｅｎｖｙ Ｓｌｏｔｈ When each of the Seven Deadly Sins seem to have taken human form in the personalities of seven different boys it would be an inevitable difficulty to work for them. However, it would be deemed even harder to distance oneself once they grow an unyielding attachment and strong fondness over the treasure they're reluctant to share. (Y/n) would unfortunately need to deal with each one of their problems along with coping with her own in order to find the hope and motivation she requires. She never thought they would bound her down by her own morals and needs. - Cover Made By: ForeverAwesome1997 Non of the images used are mine and they all belong to their respective owners. Warning: The story will include sensitive themes and subjects that will try and be handled with the upmost respect and accuracy. I am opening myself up for criticism and will adjust any descriptions if necessary. With that said, enjoy the story.

One Day in the FairyTail guild a new girl collapses at the entrance. She is severely hurt and has only limited memory. It turns out that she is a Fire Dragon Slayer. She was trained by Igneel the same as Natsu. Natsu now has a new lead to finding his father, but the only problem is that the girl doesn't remember much at all. A few days later more dragon slayers come looking for her. They are all in the same condition and similar situation. They set off looking for their lost parents along with Natsu, Gajeel, Wendy, Lucy, and Erza. Will Natsu and everyone finally find their dragons or will it be a lost quest? Who will they find at the end of the road? I do not own FairyTail

The colorful flowers and grass of the field were buffeted by a large gust of wind, as if someone had turned on a fan suddenly. Ashlyn stood there, staring at her surroundings curiously, wondering at the sudden wind that seemed to have no effect on her. It would stop, only to come back a few seconds later. Suddenly this 'wind' picked up speed and out of the sky dropped a dragon. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Ashlyn screamed. Before her stood a magnificently beautiful, yet terrifying, dragon. He was black as night, with a thick whit scar running up his forearm. His large, soft looking wings were tucked to his sides for better mobility when on the ground. And don't get me started on the terrifying looking spikes running along his back, or the large white claws on his feet. It didn't help that he seemed to be almost as tall as a six story house. Strangely enough though, when the dragon turned to look at her, Ashlyn was not afraid. She felt more of a sense of pride when his large head nudged her naked waist. That was, until his tongue traced an odd pattern on her side. It felt like fire was crawling up her skin, and she started screaming, dropping to her knees in pure pain. The dragon stepped back, and a few minutes later when she looked up, in his place there stood a man. He stepped into the moon light and-

❝We do what we must for the people we love.❞ In which a boy and his dragon, find themselves tangled up in the midsts of a prophecy . . . ©2018 Kiana Willovera