A duke's daughter wanted nothing in her life but the sweet nothingness of death, as she felt like her life served no purpose. Her wish was granted when she was killed in an unfortunate accident, yet in a sudden turn of events, she was forced to reincarnate. As fate has it, she was reborn in her original world, but not...
My school is bursting with huge egotistical dancers. Not all dancers have huge egos but I swear everyone here does and that's not even the worst part. Grace Mae Andrews just moved to this new school, with a new identity and a new name. At this new school everyone dances, EVERYONE. You are judged by how good of a danc...
"They say that before you an I had ever existed there was a kingdom and within its borders a world of magic." "And what happened to this kingdom Mama?" The older woman hummed softly, braiding the childs hair with gentle fingers, "The kings and queens of the surrounding realms saw danger in this kingdoms residents, for...
What happens when Lucy ends up getting kicked off her team? Will she leave the guild entirely, or will she persevere and stay?
Percy Jackson is broken inside. When the rest of the Seven (Piper, Leo, Jason, Hazel, Frank, Andrew(Male Annabeth) died in the final battle she died inside. Now she works at an aquarium. What better place for the daughter of the sea to work? Nick Fury formed the Avengers to defeat all evil. That includes possible te...
Credit goes to @Essie-S-Nix for coming up with the idea, I am just continuing/finishing the story. This is a Percy Jackson fanfic Percy is betrayed and lost until he finds a new mother, the goddess of the hearth herself. He creates a new identity and goes about helping people. But something feels off...like he still...
Faye Jackson was your average nerd she got picked on and bullied till she couldn't handle it. She got the chance to study in London for two years but now she is back for senior year in her home in California. But the thing is she traded in her glasses for contacts. Dirty sneaker for combat boots. She has tat...
PROLOGUE. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. Fifty, fifty one, fifty two, drip. drip. I winced in pain. I lost count of the water drops dripping from the ceiling. What's the time? What's the day? How long have I been here ? I can't remember because I have lost count of the time and days. All I know is that it's been too...