When The Day arrives for four young heroes, Stormwind, an unknown 13 year old superhero, wants nothing more than to find out how these heroes operate. When three of the heroes go on a mission, even though they had orders not to, Stormwind follows. But she gets caught, and when she gets caught she joins the heroes in their battle. They form a team, the Young Justice League: a covert mission team, taking down the lesser known problems. But the thing is, Logan has many problems that she has to overcome. She does not want to get the team to think wrongly of her because of her issues,so she doesn't share what they are. Will she solve her problems on her own and be able to manage being on the team at the same time? Just saying I do no own any of the Young Justice or Justice League characters. I also don't own any of the episodes which the chapters are based off of.

Demary al Ghul is the daughter of Talia al Ghul. She's been trained for a long time with the League of Shadows. It just so happens that one day she realizes whose daughter she is. She sets off on a grand adventure with her newfound friends in the Team. But it doesn't last long... Apocalypse is returning. Update: Seeing as Season 3 is released, please note that this was simply my concept of what might happen after Season 2. This was written before the release of the new season. New readers enjoy! Disclaimer: I do not own any characters belonging to Young Justice. They are an amazing series and this is only a fan fiction. All my own characters belong to me.

(Red Beetle: Book 2) Remy Emerson aka Red Beetle is giving all of her trust to Dusk. Dusk is the only one that can bring back Zatanna, Wonder Girl and Robin. All of them murder by the Reach in way or another. In order to save them, they have to leave the Team behind and continue on their own. Now, Red, Dusk and Mr. Martian have only one mission in mind: To bring the dead back to life. OCxJaime OCxBart *I do not own Young Justice. I only own Remy Emerson and other characters I have created.*

In Book Three of the NLTG series, Pyrrha is in protective custody of the Justice League as she heals from Queen Bee's coup and Lex Luthor's betrayal. As time heals her body, the Team--sans Nightwing--try to heal her heart and save their friend from letting her pain consume her. As all of the lies and secrets surrounding Pyrrha come out, can she find who she truly is before it's too late? --- "On the off chance Pyrrha is alive and watching, what would you say to her?" He thought for a moment and turned to face the camera. A chill came over me as I saw his acid green eyes again. "If you are lost and feeling alone, Pyrrha, I just want you to know I forgive you. I'm not Lost, Pyrrha, and neither should you be." I choked back a sob but instead I could hear laughing. It wasn't until I had to breathe that I realized it was me. Laughing like a maniac, like the villain I was, laughing in a room full of heroes who had heard their own nemeses laugh in a similar way. The screen turned off and I stopped my psychotic breakdown to turn and see Kaldur holding the remote. His light green eyes blazed as they challenged me to turn him to ash. I walked to him, glowing a deep, angry red, until we stood toe to toe but he didn't back down. "Stop. Protecting. Me." "From who," he growled. "I don't know if I should protect you from him--or yourself." --- Update Schedule: Saturdays Spotify playlists for series on my profile.

In Book Two of the NLTG series, Pyrrha and the Light prepare for the invasion of the Reach. Kaldur'ahm's involvement with the Light proves dangerous for Pyrrha as her secrets and inner demons threaten to ruin everything she's attained. As her suspicions of Kaldur'ahm and nightmares of her past consume her, Lex misreads the situation and sees the Atlantean as a threat to his relationship with Pyrrha. When he finally goes too far in an effort to control her, Pyrrha finds herself torn between love and survival. While the Justice League and the Team are busy saving the world, who will save Pyrrha? --- "This is over," I said quietly, pulling my hands from his. Panic filled Lex's eyes. I couldn't stand to see it so I turned to leave. "Darling, please! If you need a break then take all the time in the world but don't," he grabbed my arm tight and pulled me back, "Don't do this, Pyrrha." I looked at his hold on my arm remembering how Nightwing used to pull on me, how my foster parents used to yank me around, how anyone in authority thought they had the right to grab me. "I forgot how much I hated that," I whispered to myself. I glared at Lex's wild eyes. "What made you think you can grab me like this? You are nothing to me." --- Spotify Playlist for Paranoia: Click the link in my profile, go to my Spotify profile, click 'Paranoia' *Warning: Phobias, relationship abuse, Narcissistic abuse, sociopathic behavior.*

(Red Beetle: Book 1) When Remy Emerson wakes up with a villain after her and a red Scarab attached to her spine, she know she's in trouble. Not only is the Reach coming after her, she has to work with her new superhero team mates, try to regain her memory and figure out if Blue Beetle aka Jaime Reyes is more than just a friend. I will not be controlled. Death is better than being on mode. OCxJaime *I do not own Young Justice. I only own Remy Emerson and other characters I have created.*

Lina Dubois. Your typical 16, year old teenage French girl: shy, quiet, socially awkward, a little on the clumsy side. Except there is one thing that's a little abnormal. She's an air-manipulating superhero. Completed Disclaimer: Young Justice, it's locations, and it's characters all belong to DC comics. The only character I own is Lina and her family. Currently editing

Lina Dubois is no longer the young girl she was when she agreed to become Red Tornado's protege. Now she has a house, job, and even a protege of her own. She's grown up: but to be honest, she doesn't care. What she cares about is her friends, family, and teammates and the fact that the man she loved suddenly left and joined his evil father. But people have secrets, and secrets have a way of changing things; whether for the better or worse.

Lots of people are afraid of the dark. I am too. But now, I don't have to be afraid anymore. {SolsticexAqualad} [I do not own DC Comics] [A/N I do most of my research on Hinduism from Wikipedia, if I have any Hindu followers/readers please let me know and help me understand your religion!]

-undergoing minor editing- In Book One of the NLTG series, Regina Hayden stumbles her way into Bruce Wayne's car and a new life as his protege, Jet Starling. However, after an incident at a LexCorp warehouse, Jet Starling is transformed into Pyrrha, member of the Light and enemy of the Justice League and the Team. In her first months as Pyrrha, she battles with her ever-mounting rage over Batman's betrayal, the Light who is constantly pushing her to her ethical limits, and her growing attraction to the sociopathic Lex Luthor. Surrounded by lies, Pyrrha finds herself needing to find who she truly is inside. Homicidal-prone villain or used and confused hero? --- "I don't believe you! I don't believe any of this! They wouldn't do this to me! They wouldn't abandon me!" I stumbled to the bed to hold on to something, anything. In the tussle with the two brutes, equipment was strewn throughout the room, including a metallic bed pan. In the vague reflective surface, I saw two red lights staring back at me. Frantically, I scavenged the room for a mirror but only found a glass cupboard door and saw my face clearly. No. Not my face. Her face. It was my features but none of my color. The skin was smooth. Too smooth and white. Colorless, in fact. Except for when my veins began pumping brighter and brighter the more panicked I became. My once grey eyes were now a burning red. My short hair, long. This wasn't my reflection. This was a monster. A demon. I fell to my knees and held my face in my hands as fire began erratically bursting from my skin, only terrifying me more. I felt a hand gently pull my hand from my face and held it tight. I looked up to see Luthor, the surprise calming my sporadic flames. His face was genuinely sad even as he winced from my heat. "Darling, don't fall apart," he whispered. "What am I?" I pleaded, still on the brink of tears. "A god among men." --- Spotify playlist link in profile