ROTG fanfiction
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Rise of the Brave Tangled Dragons by Dragons103
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While visiting the kingdom of Cornoa, Jack Frost discovers a hidden tower with a young girl named Rapunzel living inside. He takes her out to see the world, where they meet Merida and her family, who adopt Rapunzel as their own. 10 years later, Merida and Rapunzel meet up with Jack and his new friend Hiccup, and they decide to leave behind their responsibilities to go out and create their own story and adventures. But what they don't count on is finding out a little more than they intended too... ~*~ Cover created by me, and all art used to create cover belongs to their respectful owners. I do not own Rise of the Guardians, Brave, Tangled, How to Train Your Dragon, or Frozen.
Jack's Accent by FangirlsJandJ
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Jack Frost has an accent, but he was able to change it as history did. Now, he only has it when he gets really mad. What happens when a fight with Bunnymund reveals it? (by DiamondDemigod)
The Winter Guardian's apprentice by SparrowatHeart
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When a young girl by the name of Sparrow sees Rise of the Guardians, her faith and curiosity in the legends is renewed. She meets Jack Frost, the playful guardian of fun and a friendship is created. Very quickly, Jack notices something different about Sparrow, something he hasn't seen in anyone else. Sparrow is taken on the adventure of a lifetime, doing things she never thought possible, and in the end, being glad she believes in guardians.
The Weeping Willow [Rise of the Guardians] by KittehVader
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Not all spirits are Guardians. Jack Frost didn't start out as a Guardian, and Pitch Black definitely isn't one. The truth is: there are thousands of spirits we'll never know about. Spirits that linger just around every other corner, eyes shining when someone looks their way only to sigh in resignation when they notice the person is not in fact staring at them, but through them. Some special spirits are immortalized into deities, such as Mother Nature and Father Time. Others are feared- Pitch Black, for instance. And then there are the Guardians: spirits whose purpose in their after-lives is to keep children smiling. Keep them giggling. The Guardians were founded for joy! Or so it seems to every spirit, even the saddest spirit of all. But do they really understand what the Man-in-the-Moon has planned for them? Do they truly grasp the concept of what it means to be a "Guardian"? {I do not, unfortunately, own Rise of the Guardians (RotG). I only own my characters, my plot, and my legends.} Book 1/2
Brightest {A RotG Fanfic} by nicoleonDynamite
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It's been twenty years since Pitch's defeat. Everything seemed fine, until now. The Globe of Belief did a few unusual light shows, the elves in the Workshop turned wild like kids on a sugar rush, the eggs in the Warren stared running around, and the fairies at the Tooth Palace did the opposite of what you said... Things were starting to get chaotic as the Guardians of Childhood struggled to find out the truth. And one specific teenager is also doing the same. DISCLAIMER: Dreamworks owns Rise of the Guardians and their characters. William Joyce wrote the 'Guardians of Childhood' books and their characters. This story is for entertainment purposes only. (A/N: This fanfiction is not exclusively romantic. It is more adventure-based and fantasy. It also includes more mature themes such as loss and mental illness.)
Guardian with claws (A RotG fan-fic) by robintje1q2
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This is a Rise of the guardians fanfiction. I'm writing this together with WriterOfMyOwn.