Sixth-year Slytherin, Alice Rhowen, is, along with her boyfriend Draco Malfoy, the most powerful Slytherin student. She's the outcast of a family full of Gryffindors. When Draco and his family invite her to their house for Christmas break, her life is never the same.

This is the story of Millicent or Mil Winchester, the younger sister of the famed hunters; Sam and Dean. This follows her story with her brothers on their many hunting expedition. Starts ep 1:01 Pilot and will continue indefinitely

Whilst in combat in the US Army, Ava Richards stormed a terrorist base which contained chemically manipulated gas with extreme side effects; in Ava's case, the gas altered her brain, giving her telepathic abilities to speak without moving her lips, read minds, move objects without touching them and outright destroy people's minds. Then Nick Fury came to speak to her about the Avengers initiative. Her mission is simple: Make the God of Mischief fall for you; it will weaken him, make him vulnerable, according to Thor's information. But with the other 6 Avengers hanging about, causing trouble and escalating things that don't need to be, things are made difficult. Can Ava manage her impossible mission; after all, she is a soldier, not an actress. An Avengers/Loki FanFiction. COPYRIGHT Marvel and abbiemca :) ENJOY!

"People like him don't change. He is the god of mischief, after all." Bruce Banner has a niece; Eryn Banner. She works by his side at S.H.I.E.L.D. When Loki mysteriously returns, she finds herself intrigued to him. He's not all mischievous and full of lies as much as he's said to be. Beneath his tough facade, is a broken man with a story to tell. Too bad, no one else but Eryn sees that. So what happens when Eryn helps Loki escape from S.H.I.E.L.D? Loki isn't called the god of mischief for nothing. *UNDER EDITING*

I was asked to kill. This is my job. I kill people for a living. I see people's life run out of their eyes for millions of dollars. The very source of themselves dripping away into Hell. I enjoy the pay, yes. I have cash in the bank and food on the table and thats what counts. It's what I do. I kill. A little bit about me? I'm a Delora Nettles. I've been dead for seven years now. I was brutally murdered on a cold November night with nothing more than a knife and cold heart. No, I am not actually dead but rather faking my death. It's just easier for the job to be done without anybody scratching at my records. I have many names, Abigail, Chloe, Rene... You get the point. Nobody can really make sense of who I am anymore, heck along the journey I've been slowly losing myself to the demon inside. We all have that naughty creature crawling up and down our spines, I just can't shake it off. It seems that everytime somebody puts a blade in my hand, that very demon stirs. I now have a new assignement. Kill Sam Winchester.