For years angel academy has taught students of all races and ability's, angels, werewolves, vampires, dragon riders, you name it. The school was created for a purpose, to help students reach their full potential and rise against the demons that vow to destroy the world as we know it. But one girl changes everything. Nobody has seen her powerful kind for thousands of years. Her power could bring about the victory or downfall of every supernatural aspect. To everyone around her she is just an ordinary werewolf with and unordinary appearance but in reality she is much more. She is a Mythica. She always knew she was different. She was told to keep her powers hidden, that people would fear her for who she is. But now. Everything is going to change. ----------------------------- There WILL be dragons !! ----------------------------- ***There may be some colorful language and violence. All rights reserved, this is my own work so please DO NOT copy anything without asking permission. Original images may be subject to copyright*** HIGHEST RANK : #1 in fantasy #1 in dragons

What happens when you are in the middle of a drug deal and end up running into a sticky situation with Carl Gallagher, your neighbor ?

Samantha McCall. That's my name, incase you hadn't noticed. I'm about the size of your average hobbit. I have raven black hair that hangs in wavy curls all the way down to my lower back. I live a semi- normal life I guess. My mothers works as a nurse, I have an annoying twin brother. I have a semi-normal amount of friends... But then again, I live in Beacon Hills. Everything here is semi-not normal. It all started that one night on the last day of summer holidays when my brother and mine's ADHD best friend decided to take us body hunting. Yep, you heard me. Body hunting. And that is the night that my average teenage life changed to a rather semi-not so average teenage life. Everything changed, new things made an entrance into my life. Things I thought only existed in books and movies, people you'd rather not come across in a dark alley, and even love made its way into my life. Who would've thought. Something About You *DISCLAIMER* This is a re-write of the MTV tv show 'Teen Wolf.' I gave it a little twist of my own but the story line, scenes, conversations, apart from things that I have added, are all familiar to the show. And even though I wish I did; I DO NOT own Teen Wolf :'(

Anastasia wanted nothing more than to graduate high school, see the world and get out of the town that tourmented her. Being the odd ball out with her ice blue eyes and firey red hair, she is constantly tortured, named called and many more. Of course she wants to have a normal life, as normal as she can but that's not what destiny wants for Anastasia when she is thrown into the mouth of the wolves, Saint Peterson. She soon discovers that the stories that are meant to be stories, fiction, make believe, are not. The creatures she thought would never exist out of the books or television, creatures that claim her as his.

No one noticed that her laugh was forced, only being used to cover up her cries of pain. Her smile never once reached her eyes, but no one noticed that either. No one noticed, but he did.

Isleen Logans was raised with a certain set of skills. Ones that come in handy when she runs away to Beacon Hills. Especially when she meets a certain curly haired, scarf wearing werewolf. Teen Wolf Season 2-3 Isleen Logans is my character. All rights belong to MTV #1 in #allisonargent

It was a Monday Afternoon and the pack was having their usual meeting. The only problem was that Stiles, Scott, and Isaac, were late once again. Usually nobody minded because the three usually brought dinner, but this time, the three boys were 20 minutes late and the meeting had already started. Finally the pack heard the doors slam and an enraged Stiles say "STOP CALLING ME THAT, IM SORRY THAT I CARE!" They heard him start to stomp up the stairs while Isaac and Scott laughed their heads off. Stiles was almost to the door when Scott and Isaac raced up the stairs and made it through door and they dropped the bag of food from the down town diner, on the table. "DEREK! Tell them to stop calling me a name!" Stiles shouted walking in. The boys collapsed in laughter again and Derek asked what they were calling him. "They, they, keep calling me, pack mom" stiles said, everybody laughed and Stiles raced out, with a hurt puppy expression. Why is Stiles acting like a pack mom? Read to find out!

Stiles never fit in with all of the other kids. He was, well he wasn't that different, he was just like them. People did call him Wolf Boy though... It seemed that everyone in Beacon Hill knew about his paw-shaped birthmark that rested on his back placed directly in the center of his left shoulder blade. It was just a birthmark, he never understood what the big deal about it was. Could it have been his love and interest in wolves that also pushed them to call him that name? Stiles was never too sure. One midwinter night in his family's cabin in the woods changed Stiles' life when an injured wolf found its way onto the porch of the cabin. There was no going back. Though he had already been stuck from the day he was born. A/N Just want to let everyone know now, everyone is alive in this story. Hale's, Stile's mom, everyone. Rankings: #1 in Teen Wolf November 24th, 2019. #1 in derekxstiles February 10th, 2020. Posted- Mar 11, 2019 Edited- May 31, 2019

Stiles' father, John, doesn't recover from his wife's death and drink until he passed out every day. John stopped working and now the money begins to miss so Stiles decides to help. But how?

When a triskelion appears on Stiles' skin one day, he's perplexed to find out that it means he's destined to be an emissary, but not just any emissary, the emissary of the alpha who's mark he bears, Derek Hale. The only problem is, he hardly knows the guy and doesn't trust him. Stiles keeps the mark a secret, hoping to prevent the inevitable. Meanwhile Derek is fighting a battle he can't hope to win and finds himself being drawn to the spastic human that reminds him too much of a past he'd rather forget. This is a rewrite of the one shot I wrote 'Triskelion'