[All images in this story are not mine!] [All videos in this story are not mine!] {!Advent is gone in this story!} Xaila a 17 year old viper, is in love with a 17 year old boy named Scott. With the advent gone, the humans and vipers have mixed pretty well and life goes on well. But Xaila is afraid that if she tells Scott how she feels, he won't love her.

Y/N is a 17-year-old boy, He just finished his junior year of high school. He comes home to find the place empty, but a few hours after he gets home he hears a knock on the door, and when he opens it he finds a box bigger than himself... ---------- Updated when it gets updated, if you want to know when it's updated then follow me or add this to your personal library. The perspective will flip flop from 1st to second a lot, that's because my dumbass, is, well dumb. Not on hold or abandoned, I'm just tired.

You had always wanted to see a Dragon. They were you favorite mythical creature after all, and when you made a wish one night to meet a Dragon, it came as a great shock when you woke up in a world full of... Dragons!? However, things turned South quickly when the Dragons discovered you could talk! Things got even more unusual when the Dragons started taking a strange liking to you... WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE ORIGINAL BOOKS NOTE: NONE OF THE ART USED IN THIS STORY IS MINE. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE RESPECTED OWNERS. ADDTIONAL NOTE: All characters in this story (AU) are adults. I would just like to point that out. :)

(The Design of Change, an Upon wings of change fanfiction. Thank you to crystalscherer for writing such an amazing original work.) ~~~ I had never asked for this-the relentless unraveling of what once was. To be reborn is to be torn apart first; every shape once worn, every name once spoken, stripped violently away until only raw, trembling flesh remains. The heat closes in-merciless, suffocating. The walls tighten, pressing down until breath fractures and thought dissolves, and everything once familiar collapses under the weight of becoming something unrecognizable. Yet even in the silence, in the dark where no voice should reach, something stirs. A flicker. A cruel, stubborn light-fragile, but unyielding. It whispers that even in these ashes, something will rise, not by grace, but by grit. It will claw its way out. It always does. I remember the killing light. The world's slow massacre. Ships drifting like bones through the heavens, forever tearing along the seams of the sky, until all that remained was the ghost of what once lived. But the sun did not die that day. The world remembers-but it moves forward. That's what it does. It forgets gently, and keeps burning. And you ask yourself- Is this all there is? Is sorrow the only shape left? Has hope withered? Did love vanish into smoke? You've always been product of the designs of change. Im posting/ive posted this story in the following places, and i do not allow it to be reposted anywhere else: Quotev, Wattpad, Fanfic.net, Ao3, Royal Road, and Spacebattles. NOT teenfic.net. IF YOU ARE READING THIS ON THAT PLATFORM, THIS IS AN UNAUTHORIZED CROSS-POST. (Also frick teenfic for stealing all my fanfics)

Arbor is a normal introverted 15 year old teenager, she is very artistic and loves nature, but on a bike ride with her brother one day a black van pulls up, and the men kidnap her, when she wakes up she finds herself in the small body of a dragon, in a government lab and later an alien invasion. With nothing left to lose how will she react? This is a fanfiction based off of Crystal scherer's upon wings of change, I recommend that you read hers first as hers is better and more detailed than mine. Published Feb/13/2020 All art is mine, i draw it myself.