In the heart of Castle Dimitrescu, where marble halls echo with secrets and blood, a child stumbles into the arms of monsters. Zoya-small, silent, shattered-regresses into infancy to survive the weight of her trauma, unknowingly awakening something long buried behind the castle's sealed wing. Alcina Dimitrescu, a towering matriarch carved from elegance and death, is unprepared for the pull of motherhood that rises within her. As she nurses the broken girl back to life, shadows begin to stir-shadows with memories, grief, and rage sharper than any fang, something ancient, monstrous, and mourning will not rest until it is whole again. But in this house of blood and lullabies, no one leaves untouched-by love or by claw. THERE IS NO SEXUAL RELATIONSHIP WITH THE PROTAGONIST IN THIS BOOK, MY CHARACTER IN THIS BOOK IS UNDER 18 ‼️‼️

A Monster. That's what they'd always called her. Sasha wasn't delusional enough to think they were wrong. Made of shadow and suffering, raised in cold and cruelty, she was every inch the monster the world feared her to be. She tried not to hate herself for it, for the way this world had forced her to be. Maybe she did not deserve this life she'd been given, the life that had been forced on her, but she'd been through too much to give it up now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ACOTAR oc insert Multiple(?) romances Plot centred Started : 7/10/24 ACOMAF finished : ... ACOWAR finished : ... ACOFAS finished : ... ACOSF finished : ... Idk how well this will do but the hyperfixation will consume my soul if I don't get this out my system :)

"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me. I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils flared as he took heavy breaths in and out, staring down at me in rage. I mirrored this as I looked up at him, my own anger causing my shadows to whip around sharply. We stare at each other in the eyes, neither of us backing down as the other two shout at him trying to call him off. His shadows come dancing around him to meet mine in turn. A moment passes and it feels as though the shadows part to reveal an invisible string tying us together. Just as the mating bond snaps into place. Female OC! - some brief ocxlucien but the main story is ocxazriel. ****still editing**** apologies for any typos 🫶

On the run after the death of her twin brother, Alya finds herself across the wall in the mortal lands. Calderon knows, that no one can run from the past forever. (Azriel x OC) (ACOTAR-✅ ACOMAF-📝 ACOWAR-📝 ACOFAS-📝 ACOSF-📝) (I DO NOT OWN THE ACOTAR SERIES OR CHARACTERS!!! THEY BELONG TO SARAH J. MAAS!)

When an injured Illyrian warrior crash-lands near her modest cottage, Elara, a resourceful young widow, has no choice but to take him in-despite the risk to herself and her daughter, Isla. As Azriel heals under her care, he finds himself drawn to the quiet resilience of the woman who saved his life and the innocent curiosity of her spirited child. *Denotes mature chapters* Disclaimer: the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas, and this is a fan-created tribute. Highest rankings: #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel #1 in ACOMAF #1 in ACOSF #1 in Feyre Beautiful cover by _CamilleB_

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.

"Mother!" I called out, hoping for an answer. The screams of my people filled my ears. I felt tears go down my face as I begged for her answer. "Calliope! Big sister!" I cried, racing to the temple where I last saw them. Suddenly, I heard the chains of my father's weapon rattle. "Father!" I screamed, racing to the entrance of the temple and my eyes widened as I saw the horrific sight: bodies of the monks I used to play around with were slain and I saw as the hand of my mother's fall onto the stone ground. My big sister's limply looking leg was barely visible from the entrance. My eyes widened as I realized what had happened. I stared as the culprit began to mourn them and I glanced at my father's weapon, soaked in the blood of his victims. I was in shock, unable to speak, afraid that my father may kill me just like he did Mother and Calliope. I slowly backed away and threw down the necklace that father had crafted for me for that was no longer my father but a merciless murderer with a cold heart. Kratos. ******************************* My name is Adoni of Sparta, daughter of the Spartan General Kratos and the beautiful and strong Lyssandra. I had a sister named Calliope but... They're gone. My father killed them, traumatizing his other daughter as she ran away from the scene, afraid of her father, afraid that he may kill her in cold blood. Luckily, I was saved by the gods and goddess of my home, who have molded me into a strong, beautiful, fearless, intelligent and talented warrior woman. One who is perfect to take revenge on her father. Strong enough to kill him if needed but intelligent enough to get the answer to the question I desired to ask him: "Why did he kill our family?" #1 Ranking in #Sparta

It's not a secret that the god of war hates gods. It is also no secret that he has killed one or two of them. Now, after the adventure of bedding his wife's ashes to their final rest has ended, Kratos hoped to retreat and spend calm years with his son, Atreus. Needless to say that he is not thrilled as you crash through his roof. To make things worse, you are actually some sort of godly being yourself that has been freshly robbed of its powers. Now, it is your task to convince Kratos to help you kill Thor, in order to get your powers back.

In the hallowed halls of Basgiath War College, where dragon riders are forged, a new cadet emerges: Seraphina Draven. With a fiery temper and unparalleled combat skills, Seraphina is determined to carve her own path, even as whispers of her parents' roles in the Tyrrish Rebellion echo through the corridors. As a first-year student alongside Violet Sorrengail, Seraphina must navigate the treacherous dynamics of the college, all while concealing her deep connection to Xaden Riorson, the enigmatic leader of the marked ones. Bound by a shared past and a love that defies the scars of their lineage, Seraphina and Xaden face challenges that threaten not only their bond but the very fabric of their world. --- NEW CHAPTERS out every friday, sunday and saturday! STARTED - 24.1.2025. fourth wing (act one) finished -16.3.2025 iron flame (act two and three) finished - 28.5.2025. onyx storm (act four) - ONGOING to be titled (act five) - FINISHED -

She blinked as the florescent lights shone bright into her eyes. Why was she waking up suddenly? Hadn't Hydra said that it'd be her last mission? Didn't that usually mean execution? A man, wearing a leather outfit and an eye patch over his left eye, stands over her with a sympathetic smile. "Emma Rogers? Agent 12?" The man questions. She swallows the lump in her throat, too afraid to speak, and nods. "I'm Nick Fury. Let me be the first to welcome you back." ==================== Steven Grant Rogers aka Captain America died in a plane crash during the war. Leaving behind a world filled with sorrow, as well as a daughter without a mother. Peggy Carter took the child under her wing but even the great agent couldn't constantly keep the girl safe. Two years after her fathers' disappearance, Emma is captured and forced to become the greatest assassin for Hydra at the age of seven. When Emma resurfaces almost sixty years later, will Captain America remember her? Will she remember herself? ========== Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel only the OC's.