»Ihr kennt mich doch überhaupt nicht!«, fauche ich sie an, doch richte meinen Blick konkret auf ihn. »Fahr die Krallen ein, Kitty. Wir beißen schon nicht«, erwidert er lässig und ich schnaube erbost auf. »Spar dir deine dämlichen Spitznamen! Ich weiß, dass ihr irgendwas von mir wollt und dann verschwindet, wenn ihr es habt«, knurre ich gereizt. »Vielleicht sind wir einfach deswegen hier, um dich besser kennenzulernen«, erklingt eine beruhigende Stimme und alle Blicke ruhen auf dem Sprecher. In meinem Nacken bildet sich eine Gänsehaut. Mein Körper schreit mir förmlich zu, dass diese charismatischen Leute eindeutig eine Gefahr sind. Psychisch als auch physisch. Gerade weil sie so nett zu mir sind, ahne ich Übles. (***) Ein unerwarteter Neubeginn. Nichts ist so wie vorher. Denn das Schicksal hat seine eigene, spezielle Wege. Story and cover by me ;)) alle Rechte vorbehalten, Bilder ausgeschlossen Enjoy!

[ BUCKY BARNES // WINTER SOLDIER ] [ POST CIVIL WAR // CW AU ] [ MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE ] ❝ weißt du, warum man ihn den winter soldier nennt? ❞ ❝ weil er nach jeder mission eingefroren wird? ❞ ❝ nein, weil er wie der russische winter ist. rasch, tödlich und absolut eiskalt. ❞ cover by scintillac <3

Those who were taken... They never came back, dragged beneath the waves never to return. Their haunting screams were a symbol of their horrific deaths. Like shadows they lay in wait, the deep blue waters hiding them from view. With sharp claws they attack, Pointed fangs tearing into skin, Eager mouths devouring human flesh. Cally was taken, dragged under the water by one of the vicious creatures. But she was not devoured nor torn apart by ruthless claws--no. She was a captive. ~•~ Water instantly invades her senses. Her eyes sting, her lungs and nose burning. She thrashes, kicks, claws--anything to get away. Her efforts go to waste as her body slowly starts to shut down, the air in her lungs quickly being replaced by sea water. Cally is vaguely aware of arms wrapping around her waist and behind her head before she loses consciousness, submerged in darkness. And so she is taken. Another victim of the mysterious sea. 《Completed》 Subscribe to TheAllieL Patreon for exclusive stories and content not featured on Wattpad and to support future works and book publishing! - Free Subscriber Tier - Allie's Library - Tier 1 - $2/month - Allie's Journal - Tier 2 - $5/month Subscribe here: Patreon.com/TheAllieL

Ich werde hier über Reality Shifting informieren und meine Erfahrungen teilen :)

[COMPLETED] "I was once Queen Maeve's last line of defense. The white barn owl over her shoulder. Now that she's dead, I guess it's finally time to go home." After the defeat of Queen Maeve and the Valg, Kya is finally free. She was once known as the white barn owl that was by Queen Maeve's side, but she is more than that. A healer. A possessor of raw magic. A demi-fae. Someone who's been through hell. And someone who is horribly afraid to finally tell the White Wolf of Doranelle the truth. But now that the Dark Queen is no more, there is only one thing stopping her. Characters and places belong to Sarah J. Maas' Throne of Glass Series. Takes place after Kingdom of Ash. May have sensitive content.

Hallo! Wenn ihr Das Reich der sieben Höfe auch so sehr mögt wie ich, dann seid ihr hier richtig. Ich werde ein Crossover zwischen Dem Reich der sieben Höfen und Throne of Glass schreiben. Lest meinen Fan Fiction, hasst sie, liebt sie, verliert euch in ihr... Ich hoffe, sie gefällt euch🙃 Viel Spaß beim Lesen! Eure FictionGirl007 (ACHTUNG, SPOILER WARNUNG! Wer den siebten Teil von Throne of Glass und den vierten von Reich der 7 Höfe noch nicht gelesen hat, sollte meine Fan Fiction lieber nicht lesen:) ) Alle Rechte der schon in ihren Büchern vorhandenen Figuren liegen bei Sarah J. Maas. Alle neu dazu erfundenen Charaktere sind nur von mir, heißt, die Rechte liegen bei mir. Also, bitte keine Kopien erstellen oder Teile von mir übernehmen.

Ich werde hier (auch wenn es das schon an die 70.000 mal gibt) täglich ein zauberhaftes Zitat aus einem Buch, oder einem Film, oder was es sonst noch alles so gibt posten. Viel Spaß beim lesen.☺️❤️

"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.

Avalon(or Ava) Highmark lives in the woods just outside the village of Hamelin. When she was 9 years old, her father was supposedly killed by thieves, but Ava knows better. Now, 8 years later, her little brother goes missing. Along with several other young boys in the village. When Ava embarks on a rescue mission, she is whisked away to Neverland. Involuntary feelings blossom. Secrets are revealed. Ava is dragged into a war that she is not willing to fight. But Pan refuses to give up on her. Is Peter Pan really a monster? Or he just...broken? Cover made by DaysPastTwelve

"I don't want to exist, I want to live. I want even the darkest pieces inside her. I want to kiss the sorrow off her skin. Isn't that what love is? Isn't that what this beautifully constructed torture feels like? But I want the same from her. The power-hungry part of me wants something in return. I want her to love even the most monstrous parts of me. I want her to love me for the madman I am."