We're the Avengers. We can bust arms dealers all the live long day, but, that up there? That's... that's the end game. "The fight is done, we lost. I am not who I used to be." Indiana Margaret Stark, once an Avenger, one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes, spent her life trying to fight the good fight. Then Ultron won, and her family were ruthlessly murdered. Now Indiana is on her own again. She went to Eternity and wished for a chance to start over. Indiana woke up in a world she had only seen in comic books. Indiana attempts to be subtle in this new world (despite exceling in attracting unwanted attention), as she comes face-to-face with The Batman. To distract herself from her grief, Indiana takes to trolling him.

Ryder found about his ability when he was eight. Now, at fifteen years old, he's put them to good use-or so he thinks. But when more important, more powerful people start to go after him, will he be able to survive? Follow Ryder on his journey as he realizes that if you cannot be controlled, then you cannot be trusted. Then you are dangerous. ++++ "Memories of when I first found out about my powers flood my brain. When I wasn't in here. When I decided to use my powers for the good of people. But not everyone saw it that way. After all, not everyone likes a person who is uncontrollable."

What happens when Nico di Angelo is betrayed by his friends? After the war with Gaea, Annabeth is possessed by something evil, and turn virtually both camps against Nico. When Nico hides in the underworld, he didn't ask questions ahead of time. He believes that everyone has left him. But have they? All characters belong to Uncle Rick (Rick Riordan) Also I suck at summaries so enjoy BoO spoilers

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

It had been a few weeks after Petra had died. Levi hadn't been the same person ever since that day and seemed even colder. One day, when he was sitting in his office, a knock came from the door. Footsteps could be heard, so the person who knocked walked away right away, but something was placed in front of the door. Levi stood up. He didn't want to open but he had to. He opened the door and looked around. A baby was lying in a basket on the ground. It was asleep and the basket had a note attached to it. This is what the note said: Dear Corporal, Excuse us for bothering you with a child since you're so busy, but this child is yours. We found it and retrieved it to you, so we hope you will raise it well.

THIS VERSION OF THE STOLEN IS OLD AND IS BEING REWRITTEN! PLEASE READ THE REWRITTEN VERSION! <3 ---------------------------------- COVER ARTIST: pumpkabooo on Deviant Art SEQUELS: The Survivors THIS STORY CONTAINS: Gore, Animal Violence, Mental Illness, Triggering Themes ----------------------------------

Nico di Angelo is a forensic pathologist, well, training to be one. He spends his days examining dead bodies and learning how they died. Pretty cool, right? Will Solace is training to be a nurse. His goal is to prevent as many bodies from needing to be examined as possible. He wanted to save people. When these two move in together, many adventures follow, because honestly, what else can you expect when two complete opposites try to coexist? As time goes on they learn that maybe they aren't so different after all. Characters belong to Rick Riordan, but the plot and all that belong to me. Also, none of the art belongs to me, I just find it on the interweb. I did make the cover, but again, images were not mine. I can't draw to save my life. (65,742 words)

The Young Justice is destroyed, the members either dead or disbanded. All of this unbeknownst to Nightwing, who has been busy with his own affairs. Along with his newfound romantic, Artemis, and his best-friend, Robin, the trio crosses the globe in hopes of stopping what may be their greatest threat yet...But is everything as it seems? **Started December 24, 2014**

Half-bloods, hunters, and wizards go east, west and descend, A god's warrior appears when the first meets their end, The bane of the gods lies with the world's first high, At the price of the cherished never seeing the sky, A parent's mistake leads to a deadly fight, Black and green destroy or make peace over white, The flower and angel reach out their changed hand, For the ghosts of millennia and the promised land... All Nico wanted was a quiet, mortal life and a high school diploma. But when a shaky peace between Hades and Demeter finally snaps, he's forced on a quest with no prophecy that quickly spirals out of control. Tensions rise until they threaten to turn into all-out war among the gods. And in the wake of Voldemort's death and a massive Ministry cover-up, the Wizarding World falls into anarchy. Ron, Hermione, and Cho are thrown into the world of the gods as they set out to save their home before it collapses completely. How can you fight when there's no enemy in sight? How can you be free when fate itself has turned against you? There's nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Not when all of Western Civilization is on the line.

BOOK #1 Serendipity (n) finding something good without looking for it - Marauders Era Fanfiction - Eva Taylor. Sixth year. First female keeper for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. Paints to escape. Number one Beatles fan in all of Hogwarts. Can't walk down the stairs without tripping. Proud beyond belief of her Muggle-Born status. Unknowingly the subject of Sirius Black's affections. - He leaned onto the counter and smirked, letting a bit of hair fall into his face and seductively watching her. "You think I have the charm to pull something like that off?" She blushed unintentionally. "I- I think you could charm the socks off of Voldemort himself if you tried." "Maybe that's how we win the war," he said jokingly. "We've been going about it all wrong. Dumbledore can just send me. I'll walk up to Voldemort's door, wink at him, and my smooth charisma and devastatingly good looks will have him dead on the ground by dawn." - 1st Place winner of the 1989 Harry Potter Awards for the Marauders Era! - Rankings: 12 in #maraudersfanfiction 2 in #siriusblack 4 in #themarauders 1 in #marauders 13 in #harrypotter 1 in #peterpettigrew 2 in #remus 1 in #padfoot 1 in #minervamcgonagall 1 in #jkrowling