𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔. Winter is bitter and cold, just like the season she is named after. So when she's put on a temporary team that consists of a pink-haired fangirl, a loud blonde brat, a boy just as hell-bent on revenge as she is, Winter knows she's in for a tough few weeks. But...
Cashile Kuroki has discovered the Frailty of Genius, the shortcomings of prodigious talent, the weakness that comes with strength. Standing alone she fell, with no one to catch her as she hit the ground. Now the question is whether or not she can grow back from her own failure, find resilience in the weakness, foster...
Cashile Kuroki is alone. No family, and no friends. Not exactly hated, just.... ignored. Just how she likes it. She's viewed as reckless and ambitious, but she's always in control. Every move is calculated, every person is observed. She controls people, her "friends", her life. Yet, there's the mystery: why does she...
After contracting a terminal illness, Tsukiko is transported from Konoha to the peaceful outskirts of the village, where she resides with her caretaker to live out the short number of days she has left. When she finds an injured crow perched on top of the window sill of her room, she takes a silly chance and writes a...
Red, a 5 year old girl, was saved by Reiji from a group of bullies. She gets to stay with the Sakamaki's, not knowing what they really are. Though they appear cold and cruel, what she doesn't know, is that she's melting their stone cold, none beating hearts. ---------- Special thanks to @Sundae_101 for the cover!
A young girl fleeing her home land stumbles upon the Hidden leaf village. She incidentally teams up with Team 7 after being 'recruited'. The catch; she has to keep her real gender a secret in order to remain safe. (There is a sequel available on my profile) Highest Ranking #195 in Fanfiction: Dec 24, 2017 Originally...
A monster is always a monster, and nothing will ever change that. She's innocent, stained by the traditions of her clan and sent into the depths of tragedy and loss. She runs and she hides, but the past can never be ignored; it will never allow itself to be ignored. A monster is always a monster, but a shred of light...