"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

When Lisa Dumont travels down to New Orleans to stay with her mother for the summer, she finds herself entangled in a web of century-long territorial disputes between undead and supernatural forces. Lisa soon realizes that she has become torn between the blood-loyalty to her mother, Voodoo Priestess Madam Dumont, and the intrigue she has grown towards Elder Vampire, Hezekiah Mercier - the enemy. And consequently, the heavy discord between the two factions leaves Lisa with life-changing decisions to make that could possibly alter the fate of both groups and everyone else in between. ** **DISCLAIMER** This story is UNEDITED and UNREVISED. I haven't made any adjustments to this story since I first wrote it, which was when I was about 18 years old. I'm 23 now, for reference. I adore this story with all I have, but most of the chapters I haven't even revisited since I first uploaded them. Any mistakes, I'm usually notified of them by readers who point them out in comments. Please tread lightly, for there are undoubtedly historical inconsistencies, incorrect language translations, grammar and punctuation mistakes, and information that hasn't been properly fact checked. This is a work of FICTION. Have fun with it, please! But also beware that this is an amateur piece (that I had a great time writing). Follow me on instagram! @ceaselessmindwrites

A Division Agent now turned Rogue, roamed the world, looking for a purpose like many other Rogue Agents. Ever since the death of Keener, many Agents lost their purpose. Most just gave up and became dangerous hired mercenaries, while also avoiding the Division since they were kill on sight. But one Rogue Agent, had many friends before he became Rouge. Sadly, he lost them, he didn't know where they are, or what they're doing, he just hoped they were OK. But after a Two years, he stumbled apoun a group called Rhodes Island, trying to rescue someone who is a doctor that study both DZ-62 and Oripathy. That's when he noticed a familiar face in the crowd. He decided to lend a hand seeing as how the group was in trouble, beside having a Rogue Agent on your side wouldn't be a bad thing to have. (This book was inspired by something similar called: (Arknights x The Division) The Savior, by Tenderstuff. (WARNING: THERE WHILE BE SMUT) (Discontinued)