Strange powers awakened... Jack Ellis is on the run-from the Feds, and from terrorists. He's only 17. Sure, he's been in trouble before-you might even call him one of the "bad" kids-but this time he's in way over his head. What could they want with him? He's just a below-average high-school kid. They know something he doesn't. Jack has gifts that could make him incredibly powerful... or get him killed. Join Jack has he joins a super-secret agency of other gifted kids who must learn to develop their hidden talents in time to stop a dangerous mind-control terrorist who will stop at nothing to destroy them, and the world.

In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined. * * * * * As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live. But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else. --------- Excerpt: I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow. Glowing eyes were not normal. Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal. What was I then? For that, I had no answer [[Word count: 495,000]] Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given. Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.

Derek saved Stiles when he needed him most he saved him and confessed his love to a dying Stiles. Stiles survives and life goes back to normal now Stiles learns the truth about his boyfriend Derek and who's there to pick up the pieces.

Oh dear mother I'm sorry I wasn't good enough Dear father Forgive me Cause in your eyes I just never added up Oh, Dear brother Just don't hate me For never standing by you Or being by your side I only did What I though was truly right - [Unknown] {All rights to directors and writers is the show} {I only own OC}

"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 first fanfiction, so please don't be mad. Disclaimer for whole story: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians nor Heroes of Olympus. The great author Rick Riordan has this great honor. I like these kind of stories and I don't care if you are tired of these plotlines, but I admire whoever reads this on their own time. With hope, TheAuroraLights #Wattys2015 [Editing] {Started in December 2014, Completed July 2015}

"*Completed*"I froze the first boy I ever kissed. And I don't mean he got cold feet..." Megan is pretty unhappy when she's forced to move to a tiny, freezing town in Canada. It's going to be totally boring, right? Things heat up when she discovers that she possesses a growing power that's becoming more and more difficult to control. Not only that, but the power has attracted some interesting people. A smouldering young man who claims to be her rescuer, and his icy but attractive enemy. They're both claiming to be the good guy, so who exactly is she supposed to trust? Megan finds herself embroiled in an ancient battle between two kingdoms, slowly discovering an identity she never knew she had. Cover designed by Marie Tilmant

Percy is betrayed by the person he trusted most. Not what you expect, you'll see. Lost, he vanished without a trace. He returns a different man with a close relationship with the least likely goddess. No HOO...yet. What will happen when new threats rise. Will he fight? No percabeth whatsoever in this fic. (This was the second story I ever wrote... Like 2 years ago and it was written in about a month and half so bear that in mind. FYI, I'm not looking for critiques, I don't like the way I wrote it so I'm not looking to fix anything.)

When the gods are in danger they decide to get help. They search for their long-gone hero Perseus Jackson only to come up with a icy seventeen year old of the myths.

Percy Jackson always knew he was missing something, or rather, someone. When he fell in love with Annabeth, he thought he had finally found a way to fill it, but he didn't. He has kept a secret from everyone. It is one thing that causes the most problems and makes even more secrets. He was born with a rare disorder, called Hyperthymesia. It is when a person can remember everything, with very great detail. Percy knew that Sally wasn't his real mother, and that he wasn't just half human and half god. The scar on his forehead proved that theory. He also knew that he wasn't from America, but actually Europe. He kept his spell-casting secrets to himself, which came in handy every now and then, but with his kind of life, secrets are easier to keep when you're dead. Join Percy as he loses everything, but gains something important. What is Percy hiding?