[Complete - under editing] (A fan's side story of Upon Wings of Change) *I thank Crystal Scherer for the wonderful book that inspired this run off story that takes place in the same universe! I dedicate this story as a gift to her and all her readers!* Aspen wasn't the only one to be kidnapped and turned into a dragonet, but she WAS the only one who had a something to hide, outside of their human intelligence. Armed with nothing but the wings on her back and the claws on her feet, Aspen did her best just to survive her new environment. But just as she was starting to get used to her surroundings and her newly acquired skills, the rug is pulled out from underneath her once again. Now with the looming threat of aliens, aliens, and more aliens, Aspen has even more piled onto her already overflowing plate. Sneak peak: It wasn't fair. And knowing that unfairness was just part of life, didn't make me feel any better. Life had dealt us a hand of rotting lemons and all I wanted to do was throw them and make life take them back. But I couldn't. I was stuck with these rotting lemons and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of them. (Quick disclamer: Most characters within this story are my own. The universe is not mine. I might have slipped from cannon an intsy tiny bit. My story in no way rips off Crystal Scherer's original story of Upon Wings of Change. Only builds upon it. Please read the original before reading this side story or else it might not make a whole lot of sense. Also read the original because it's AMAZING.) (Going through editing! Chapters with a single star ☆ have been edited and revised. Chapters with two stars ☆☆ are completely new! Editing will start with the first chapter and end with the last.) Idea started June 16 2018 Started writing June 25th 2018 First chapter posted Nov. 29 2018 First Fanart given Jan. 20 2019 Last part posted March 15 2019

"𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕕𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕦𝕤𝕜 𝕚 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕞𝕪 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕. 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕪 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕚 𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕘𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕚𝕖𝕤"

A collection of not so short, short stories featuring your favourite characters and some characters you might not know much about. Slow updates in progress. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED As the title suggests, this is volume 1 and volume 2 should soon be underway. Part of my Hogwarts Library Series

"Yes, we're getting married, adopting Max and moving to Canada." This book is cringey asf, be warned. I was in like seventh grade when I wrote this.

Hey! Just to let ya know, I do NOT own black butler in anyway, anyways! Please enjoy this, I'm working on it as hard as I can XD

You are The Undertaker's sister, haven't seen your older brother in a while. You come down to visit and meet the Young Phantomhive and his demon butler . Will this demon hate this grim reaper or learn how to feel human feelings?

Kendra thought everything was the way it should be. A boy who loves her and would never hurt or leave but that came tumbling down with an invitation. Kendra now has to deal with her fathers new wife, the threat she carries, and the situation at hand.

[Completed] Read this cringy thing at your own risk [F/N] [L/N] is a very nice person to others. She always tries to remain cheerful and positive. How would things turn out if she met Shizuo and Izaya? And what dark secret of hers will they This does include a bit of a Yandere-ish feelings in some characters. Plus there is one OC I created additionally to the story. I do not own Durarara, only the plot that I have created. Durarara belongs to Ryōgo Narita. [I'm not going to bother with any mistakes I made with this. I made this years ago.]

Her face. It was shielded by the mask she bore over the bottom half of her features. Yet the area it didn't cover nor the hair on her head covered was horrendous. The large scars cascading down into theask could only make her opponents shiver in fear. The way her clouded eye looked out without a single emotion behind it. Hisoka the Ace looking male was intrigued by the female as she stepped out into the group awaiting their order. Her number sheet strapped at her hip side beside an array of needles and one dagger. The strap on her thigh held the highly sharp needles to her body. "Please welcome the Death Stalker! Crazy bitch!! " someone called out. her blind eye snapped in his direction. The male wasnt too tall but held a muscular build to his body. Her eye scanned over him as if she could truly see through it. The male made a face knowing too well she couldn't. The gas chambers hanging off her mask opened and an exhale was heard as she stared down at the man. His features slowly decreased in its smugness and the skin tightened around his skull. He fell screaming bloody marry as the flesh decayed into nothingness and fell from his face. Her eye returned to its blank state as she stared out past him. "My name. Is Mortalitias. "

DISCONTINUED.