Nikki Star was an orphan, taken from foster home to foster home, when on her 15th birthday, she realized that she had the power to control fire. She's taken to a different school- for superheros- where she is trained to control her powers. Soon after she gets there, they need her help to stop an evil mastermind... and save the world.

High school. Zits. Boyfriends. These are the things Ashley used to worry about. Now fighting tactics and battle strategies fill her mind. Her obligations are no long household chores but making sure her team stays safe in times of crisis. Best friends are now business partners and nothing more. Ashley would kill to get her old life back, but that's exactly what they want her to do. The only thing she has left of her old life is her humanity and she will not let them take that from her. Life as a superhero isn't working out for Ashley and she wants out.

"She's a freak. She's over the age of 15, but she still haven't discovered her powers yet, and she's a first-born..." Crystal has known she was different from other children ever since her 15th birthday passed and still had not gotten her powers. Oh yes. You must be confused. Although this planet may also be called Earth, all first-born children have a special power- be it being a Psychic, being able to fly, extremely smart and others. All first-borns discover their powers before the age of 15. Some may be extremely lucky, discovering their powers at the mere age of 3 or 4. Crystal is a special case, and for that, people mock her. Then one day... Crystal will play a role much, much bigger than she could have ever imagined. ~¥~ [PG-rated] [All Rights Reserved]

Emma Newfound had always grown up near the ocean. She loved the crystal clear water of Florida's coast. Emma's life had not been the best. She was always bullied in school, her mom was still recovering from a heartbreaking divorce, and she was self conscious beyond belief. The ocean has always been, and will always be, her escape. One day, the ocean, would change her life forever.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.