Огън, Вода, Въздух и Земя... Вечните четири стихии. Две момчета и две момичета родени да бъдат техните повелители. Магьосниците се зараждат преди стотици хиляди години, но изчезват. Четирима младежи носят корените на първородните повелители на елементите. Двадесет и първи век, време на преоткриването на новата ера бойци. Магове, които трябва да преоткрият себе си. Защото те са търсачите на тайни! Copyright © 2014

Rankings: 1 in #anthonyjcrowley on 4/3/2020 1 in #aziraphale on 4/3/2020 1 in #incarnate on 12/1/2020 2 in #crowleyxreader on 9/30/2019 2 in #incarnate on 3/19/2020 3 in #goodomens on 12/1/2020 6 in #christianity on 11/18/2019 7 in #crowley on 10/22/2019 Thank you for your support! Notes: Y/N will be depicted as female and Crowley will be depicted as male. I'm sorry for any inconvenience this causes. I drew and designed the cover. Thank you to @bookdork_ and @fusciamtndew for introducing me to Good Omens and for being references for Y/N's parents. Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Have you ever seen the yin yang? The two swirls intertwining, yet never blending? Somehow, it's so tranquilizing, so beautiful. Polar opposites working together to create harmony and beauty. There is no grey line, there is no mixture, there just is. Yin cannot be without yang, and yang cannot be without yin. Whether a universe... or a person. Enter Y/N L/N. She's troubled by a haunted past, old ghosts dragging her back. Striving to outrun memories, she moves to London with a scholarship to Queen Mary University. Rapidly running out of luck, she stumbles upon an old bookshop, the only peaceful place in the entire city. You already know who owns it... Don't you? Sacrifice and loss, disappointment and regret. Growth and rebirth, kindness and love. It all balances out. Something lost, something gained. Will Y/N and her two slightly suspicious new friends make it out unscathed? Doubtful. But what's a story without pain?

About an Angel who fell and didn't see the light anymore, until.. *Disclaimer* All rights of Good Omens belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

"You know... You ruined me." "Did I?" "Entirely." ____________ Collaborative story between qualityfanfiction and AnxietyAtTheBall

"i get to call you flower boy."

Indie hated Brendon. He was the schools known asshole who all the girls swooned for and all the boys hated for it. Not to mention Indie had been his #1 target for bullying since the seventh grade. After an altercation at a local food/goods store their forced to come and clean up during closing ours for two months straight. Everyday. For Indie it's a nightmare. Spending hours with him sounded like hell. Nothing good could ever come out of it. Right?

⚠WARNING⚠ This book contains strong language, s*lf h*rm, ab*se, and mentions of sexual acts. ................................................................................................ he was always there for you, even if he didn't know it. until one day he did. and that might've just saved your life.

Nesta Archeron has spend the last 6 months suppressing her power, her memories, and anything she and that Illyrian brute shared. Now, because of Feyre and her intervention, she is forced to travel with Cassian to the Illyrian Mountians to... to what? Get sober? Gain weight? Dig up what she has worked so hard to bury? No. Nesta would never let that happen. Let them cart her off with that bastard to the end of the world. He had stopped fighting for her the night of Solstice. She would never be a part of their perfect circle. She didn't want to be. Cassian would see that, and their little trip would end. Wouldn't it?