-------------------- I was taken from my homeland as a child, then thrown into a life that I did not want. Somehow I found myself amongst the machines and war. Now I am one with them. My skin shines whiter than stars, and my blood sings with the love of chrome and engines. I am a war girl. -------------------- I do not own the photos I edited in on the cover nor do I own Mad Max. Enjoy xx

❪ MCU QUICKSILVER x OC. ❫ pietro maximoff thought florea damion died in the bombing of sokovia. when he sees her on the opposite side of the battlefield years later, he figures that he thought wrong. ❰ COMPLETED MAY 2015. THE SEQUEL, "SUPERSONIC", IS OUT. ❱

Vulnerability should never equate to weakness. Amy Wilson had always relied on her older brother to keep her from harm. Even when the dead began to rise, this had not changed. She was not a fighter. Amy couldn't handle a gun, couldn't function around blood and gore, and certainly couldn't live with herself after killing another being; whether they were dead or living. After her brother was killed at the hands of a man named Rick Grimes, she was finally forced to learn how to protect herself, how to fight, and to be brave. There was only one man capable of teaching this; a hunter, Daryl Dixon. Cold, quiet, private and strong, he had no time for weakness. That was, of course, until he met Amy. - First TWD Watty Award Winner - Featured in the Official The Walking Dead : Road to Survival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list - Featured in the Official Wattpad Fanfic "The Walking Dead" reading list - #8 in Buzzfeed's Official "19 Wildest Fanfics People Couldn't Stop Reading In 2015"

❝You throw me to the wolves, and I'll return as their alpha.❞

Raised in heaven, Myra Evans sat on angels' knees as they told her stories. She hugged the angels and petted their wings, and played hide and go seek with them even though they always knew where she was. She grew up with angels as her best friends, her family. As she got older, they started treating her differently. Instead of being an innocent little girl, she started to be treated like a warrior. The angels she once played with were now her fighting instructors, trying to form her into the perfect warrior. She never knew the difference, she just missed when she got to play. One day, she decides she's had enough. The angels have always told her that the front door is always unlocked, but after the stories she's heard,she doesn't want to leave. Until one day, everything changes. (Theme Song for this book is Let Her Go by Passenger)

A holiday fantasy story told in two parts. Book I: An empath teenager discovers a magical world beneath her family hotel and new friends who just might make life worth living again. That is, if the mad man who is twisting her mind in knots, doesn't get to her first. Fall into the world of secrets, Empaths, morphlings and fair folk with Isabella Foxworthy and her friends: Seth Logan, the guitar-playing jock who just can't leave her alone, his brother Micah, and the overly indulged but genius twins, Cleo and Xander. Please note: this is the first draft. The fully proofread draft was published. I'll try to post it someday soon. The Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7FNlcp-ADqQ Happy reading!

Sansa always finds herself in tricky situations. But what won't a handmaiden do for her Lady? Based off any King's Landing Povs in A Clash of Kings: Book Two of Asoiaf

(Winter Soldier/Bucky Barnes x OC) --Set after CA:WS-- Alex's day seems to go from bad to worse and when she knocks a guy down with her car, it seems like she's reached an all time low. But is the mystery man with the metal arm really someone to save? (Part One of "The Soldier's Girl" Series) I own only Alex.

"Where are you from?" She asked. I chose my next words carefully, but I knew it was pointless. They would never leave me alone. I had already tried running.. fighting.. "Me?" "We'll, I don't see anyone else." She snapped, sarcasm dripping on her sharp words. Her bright red hair faintly shimmered under the single light of the interrogation room, as she leaned over the table and into my face. We had been over this before, me and this woman called, "Agent Romanoff". She always asked the same questions. "Nowhere special." I finally replied, my voice perfectly even. "Is that so? Why were you running from us, then?" A pause filled the tense air. Should I give up? I've been running so long... I looked the woman straight in the eye for the first time since my arrival, showing off my unnatural electric blue eyes. "The sky." *** Noir Adentiir used to live a normal life from another realm, as a princess. Then came the day it all changed. When her sister is killed by a long forgotten cousin, and her planet, Ziac, is attacked by the Frost Jotun, her life changes forever. Forced to retreat to a safe realm, 'Midgard' or 'Earth' with her brother, Kol, their arrival goes quickly noticed by Hydra, an evil organization, and S.H.I.E.L.D., a secret government organization, both with the intention of kidnapping them and using them as a weapon. After a lifetime of running, Noir receives a proposal from none other than Director Nick Fury himself, stating a deal to join the Avengers. But as Noir is introduced to a new life of safety and.. very strange friends, she gradually notices something dark and mysterious lurking in the shadows, and its quickly obvious that a threat to everyone, the whole world, even, is closer then she ever suspected. Darkness is coming. DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE MARVEL CHARACTERS. I DO OWN THE PLOT, NOIR, KOL, TALON, THE REALM ZIAC AND ALL CHARACTERS DEPICTED TO BE ON ZIAC.

Misunderstood and overmedicated, twelve-year-old Lilith Bloom finds the prospect of a grand family reunion decidedly dull... That is, until she discovers that the rose garden surrounding her grandfather's Berlin mansion is, well, completely and utterly carnivorous. Armed with Panther, her talking pet whippet, and the help of the mute boy next door, Lilith must unravel the secrets behind the mysterious estate, all while her family remains gloriously unaware that they are about to be devoured.