Things are finally starting to look good after the war with Gea, Frazel and Reyna are back at Camp Jupiter, Jasper, Pecabeth, and Solangelo are at Camp Halfblood and Caleo has returned! The Avengers are just recovering from the war with Ultron and Scarlet Witch has just started her training to become an Avenger. Some mysterious monsters have attacked an office building in New Jersey and the Avengers are called to action. One of the Avengers have been taken hostage by an unknown enemy and Nico has been prophesied to help the Avengers find their team mate and save or end the world. Will the Avengers learn to trust Nico and his secrets in time to save the world? This fanfic updates almost everyday so you will have lots of reading material. Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own the characters from Marvel or Rick Riordan, no matter how cute my puppy dog eyes are.

AROMANTICS BITCH

"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.

Galloway works for Hell as a Soul Collector, but that's not all she does. She's also a Hunter, doing what she can to make up for the fact that sometimes, she takes good people to Hell too. Hell frowns upon her extracurricular activities and assigns her a Hellhound to keep an eye on her, except, he doesn't like to follow the rules either. Galloway hunts to try and keep what is left of her Soul, but if she's not careful, she might lose it permanently. |The Soul Collector Duology Book 1| Cover made by @CaroDelMonte Copyright © 2017

I am broken. The name on my wrist is a constant reminder of that. If I've never even had a crush in my life, how the hell am I supposed to have a soulmate?