Chara Winter is cast out from her family. Her adopted parents were killed front of her eyes. After that she loved no one, only living for herself. She has secret parentage. She has lived on earth over 1000 years. She has participated on many wars, she has make herself warrior, almost perfect weapon. She could easily fight with her body, weapons or magic. She is power of nature. What happen when she come in contact with Avengers? What about when she meet God of Mischief and Lies? Read to find out. I don't own any Marvel characters. This story contains violence, death, swearing etc.

"Well, she's a mimic. Y'know, monkey see, monkey do - but a bit more serious." "Yeah, just a bit more serious, Tony." When y/n and Bucky are saved from Hydra by the Avengers, they struggle to adapt to their newfound freedom. Finally being able to think for yourself is great, but nobody mentions the darkness of being alone with your thoughts. Y/n = 'your name', so insert your own name in! For this story y/n's pronouns will be she/her, but if anyone wants a version with different pronouns let me know! ***Paragraphing does get better as the book progresses!***

A vida de Elizabeth nunca foi fácil; sua jornada difícil começou aos sete anos, quando testemunhou a morte de sua mãe diante de seus olhos. A partir desse trágico episódio, Eliza nunca mais foi a mesma. Ao longo dos 15 anos seguintes, muitos eventos tumultuaram a vida dessa pobre criança, até que, finalmente, surge a oportunidade de descobrir a verdade por trás do assassinato de sua mãe. Agora, mais do que nunca, ela está determinada a se vingar daqueles que transformaram sua vida em um verdadeiro inferno.

Visenya Targaryen - aquela que foi escolhida pelos Conquistadores pra salvar a Dinastia da Casa do Dragão. A Princesa Visenya Targaryen, filha mais nova do Rei Viserys e da Rainha Aemma, nasceu no ano 110 D.C.. No dia do torneio em que o Rei estava dando para seu novo herdeiro a Rainha Aemma começou a entrar em trabalho de parto, mas infelizmente ela não sobreviveu ao parto, tendo dado a luz a dois bebês, mas apenas um deles sobreviveu. A Princesa Visenya era conhecida por todo o reino por sua beleza extraordinária, com seus cabelos prateados e olhos violetas típicos de um Targaryen, sendo ainda mais bela que a Herdeira do Trono considerada o deleite reino. Visenya cresceu sendo criada pela sua madrasta a Rainha Alicent, e sua irmã a Princesa Rhaenyra. A relação entre a Rainha Alicent e a Princesa Visenya não eram das melhores, já que a Princesa demonstrava não suportar sua presença, assim passando mais tempo com sua irmã Rhaenyra ou com seus meio-irmãos Diferente da Relação com a Rainha, ela tinha uma ótima relação com seus meio-irmãos, Aegon, Aemond e Helaena. Ela amava seus irmãos mais novos, e passava metade do seu tempo na companhia deles. Mas a Dança dos Dragões estava chegando, e a relação deles mudariam, e Visenya teria que escolher um lado, os Verdes ou os Negros. Capa: flutterpnvs

"I am no longer fragile; I am furious." Daerys Targaryen, the second and last child of King Viserys and Queen Aemma, lives her life impulsively. Beloved in court, she enjoys all the freedom that her youth and being a dragonrider affords her. When her father and stepmother, Queen Alicent, inform Daerys of her duty to wed her half-brother Aegon, she is less than pleased. As Daerys is thrust from her gleeful youth, she begins to see that the court of the Red Keep is not as kind as it seemed. With war looming on the horizon, each choice she makes could either raise her to the Iron Throne itself or cause her to stumble into nothingness. *This story is in the process of being edited.* *Begun August 2024, finished November 2025.* *150,000-160,000 words*

What if Maegor the cruel had a son? A raven haired prince. Born to carry the legacy of his father and grandmother before him. Daemion Targaryen, the Prince of Oldtown, The Black Dragon. A man's legacy is another's burden. #1 Asongoficeandfire #1 Asoiaf #1 Maegorthecruel #1 Visenya #1 Original ( I do NOT own the song of ice and fire or any of the characters in this fic apart from Daemion and other original characters. )

I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite. The Walking Dead © TRISS

"𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞" What if Daenerys Targaryen had a twin, and this twin was taken to Winterfell. The wildest of the Targaryens was raised in the north in secret. A dragon raised among wolves, trying to survive the game of thrones. [Season 1 - Season 8] #1 on gameofthrones #1 on asongoficeandfire #1 on theongreyjoy #1 on robbstark #2 on asoiaf #3 on daenerystargaryen

The Prince lay dead. Rubies flew of his armour into the river. Rhaegar died at the hands of Robert. The remaining members of the once proud and ancient Targaryens forced to flee Westeros. One burning with vengeance, another making its vow to his sister, and the third young and innocent. Loyalties switch, oaths broken, vows forgotten. Not all have swayed or broken their oaths. One seeks the Targaryen to see the oath held strong. - Daenerys romance Follows a modified shows plot, which means an actual plot that makes sense. With twists and additions from my side. And as always: I don't own Game of Thrones, only my own characters and ideas. And incest is a practice in this world. So that that in mind when reading. Mature content, read at your own discretion.

Daemon Velaryon ascended as Lord of the Tides and Master of Driftmark on his tenth name day, inheriting a house that had seen its power wane in the wake of Robert's Rebellion. A warrior of exceptional skill, he was counted among the greatest fighters in the realm surpassed only by Ser Barristan Selmy and Ser Jaime Lannister. Yet it was not only his sword that made him formidable; Daemon possessed one of the keenest minds in Westeros, a man as shrewd in council as he was deadly in combat. In the aftermath of the rebellion, House Velaryon had fallen from grace, its influence diminished and its name spoken with less reverence than in the days of old. But under Daemon's rule, that changed. Forging alliances, expanding trade, and strengthening his fleet, he spent a decade restoring his house to prominence. By his nineteenth name day, House Velaryon stood as the third richest house in Westeros, its ships once again dominating the Narrow Sea. On the eve of his twentieth name day, a raven arrived from Winterfell. Lord Eddard Stark extended an invitation, offering a marriage pact between Daemon and his daughter, Sansa Stark a union that could bind the North and the Velaryon fleet in blood and loyalty. (I DO NOT OWN A SONG OF ICE AND FIRE OR A GAME OF THRONES OR HOUSE OF THE DRAGON. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THERE RESPECTIVE OWNERS. I ONLY OWN MY OC.)