While hunting for a relic, the Autobots get swept into a world that shocks them. They struggle to adapt and realize they could be trapped there forever. Don't own anything. After reading I few amazing stories, I wanted to do a crossover between two Transformers universe's.

Dragons like princesses. Everyone knows that. But the kingdom of Teana is pretty lacking in maids of the royal variety - which must be why Alannah finds herself tied to a pole, surrounded by sheep, and in the most ridiculous white dress she's ever seen. Only she's not a princess; she's a witch. And she's not interested in being another notch on this dragon's belt. All she wants is get back to her Grandmother's shop, and back to her normal life. But she's days from home, and her only assistance is a blundering knight-in-training, a recently captured slave - and the dragon, who follows them around like a curious puppy. A large, dangerous puppy that can look human whenever it chooses - yeah, she's definitely in trouble. BETA/DRAFT: All rights reserved. Visit www.lemedlock.com for information on upcoming stories.

This is a book about all the things that trouble swimmers in life. If you are a swimmer this will be totally relatable.

Adrien starts developing feelings for Marinette after taking her to a event. One day he comes to her as Chat and started doing it daily, but what will happen when Hawk Moth captures her. Will he be able to save her without Ladybug?

A sequel to: Red Strings and Markers Adrien Agreste didn't remember much after the cathedral collapsed. He recalled hearing a voice, a female voice, calling out to him. "Chat! Chat Noir! God damn it, you'd better be alive when I get in there!" "Kid! Adrien! Are you okay?" The red string of fate connects you to the person you're fated to be with. Whenever you mark your skin, your significant other gets marked as well. The last thing Adrien remembered seeing before his world went dark was the elegant yet rushed pink ink on his forearm. "I'm sorry." October 4, 2016 - ranked #14 in fanfiction

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

WARNING: I SHALL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY STUPID THINGS YOU DO BECAUSE OF THIS BOOK. I DO NOT PERSONALLY OWN ALL OF THESE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS MOST DEFINITELY ADVISED. When you're bored, you go do something to make you "un-bored". I suggest Netflix, Youtube, or if you're a bookworm, reading. Personally, I'm more of a WattpadWorm, but you can be any type of worm you want to be, I'm not judging. When you're really bored, you can read my book. Go try some of these things. Tell me how it works. If you get kicked out of somewhere, I feel your pain. I have gotten "Please leave"s and "We would prefer it if you were to not come back here."s for dares. I've also gotten kicked out of lecture halls for laughing too loudly with my friends or "being a disruption". BUT THAT IS BESIDES THE POINT. What even was my point? Oh yeah, I would love if you would read my book. I'm just a starting author, and every bit of criticism helps. I thank all of my readers so so much and you are fabulous. #34 in random ?! i know it may not last long, but RAD, BRO // keep reading, don't judge the book from this comment.

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox