"What am I going to do with you, Hera? You aren't allowed to leave, so just trust me and take a bath. I won't do anything." "My brothers once told me to never, under any circumstances, trust an enemy. That's what I see you as right now, leave me the fvck alone!" I yelled at him, stuffing all of my stuff into a large suitcase. I needed out, he's just going to use me like Jax always did, "Mon amour-" "Don't even try to talk me out of this in our language!" I slapped him, huge mistake. He'll hurt me. I just know it, he's that type of person. He stalked towards me, throwing me to the wall, then holding my wrists down, "S-stop!" I wriggled around, only to his advantage. As his fist came towards me for the eighth time, the door burst open, revealing somebody I thought I'd never see again. My love.

Gwyen Sand, daughter of Princess Loreza Sand, granddaughter of Prince Oberyn Martell, the last sandsnake of Dorne. Being a Sandsnake wasn't easy, and being the last of the Red Viper's brood was the hardest. On the run, she has either the choice to be at the mercy of her family's murderers, or be the Snake she was born to be.

" I was raised in snow, but I was born in fire. A bastard has no songs sung for them, but no matter, I am the Song of Ice and Fire." *** Full Warning in About chapter - certain chapters/themes/references in this story may be triggering or unsuitable for some readers. Copyright to O.T'Gan 2015. Cover by @stardust24601 Started: July 2015 Completed: September 2018

Lya is a lowborn girl, or so she thought. When Ned Stark shows up she discovers she is the eldest child of the Stark family, and must adapt to this new world. On top of this something happnes giving her certain abilities, she is betrothed to Jaime Lannister, and just might be falling in love with him.

"I will not bow." are the words that have doomed Lord Reyne and his house. When an assured victory turns into a genocidal defeat, only one was spared by the gods from Tywin Lannister's wrath. What will happen to the last Reyne? Will the bloodline of a once great house finally end? (GOT Fanfic)

Millie Anderson had only gone to that party because her boss begged her to attend. Little did she know that it would change her life forever, in more ways than one. She saw him from across the room, the dark, mysterious stranger and her heart raced. His smile was the very predator stalking her but his voice was smooth and alluring. Duane Drakon hadn't meant to seek her out but she lured him in. He never meant to bring his families attention on her. Inadvertently though, he had done just that. His family was hoping that he had finally seen the light. They wanted him to stop his doughnut eating habit and return to eating humans. That had been their family way for millennia. They were tired of him dragging their good name into disrepute. When Millie finds herself caught in the realm of a real life dragon, she decided that she had two choices. She could turn tail and run, hoping that she doesn't become a flaming meat popsicle. Or she could stay and find out about Duane's world. Sure she had his family constantly wanting to eat her. Then there was the maddening attraction she felt for him. Mix in her own family dramas and life was rather hectic. She could survive this surely.... Couldn't she?

She was a veil of nightfall, consuming everything in her wake. She was a calm blue sky, you never knew what was going to happen. A story of the Queen and the Witch. Game of Thrones Fanfiction

Long ago stood the kingdom of Requiem, a land of men who could grow wings and scales, breathe fire, and take flight as dragons. Requiem ruled the sky. But Dies Irae, a tyrant leading an army of griffins, hunted Requiem's people, burned their forests, and shattered their temples. Requiem fell. This ancient land now lies in ruin, its halls crumbled, its cries silenced, its skeletons littering the burned earth. In the wilderness, a scattering of survivors lives in hiding. The griffins still hunt them, and every day promises death. Will Requiem's last children perish in exile... or once more become dragons and fly to war?