She was born with power,raised by a legend and destined to change everything. When Klaus Mikaelson finds newborn Andromeda using magic, he makes a rare choice, he raises her as his own. Fiercely loyal and dangerously gifted, Andromeda grows up in the shadows of power,devoted to the one man everyone fears.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.

WARNING: this book is about PTSD. Percy is blamed for what happens in the last battle. The deaths of the seven, Nico, Reyna, camp. All of them gone. even Annabeth, who had survived torture in hell with him. As punishment, He is cursed with a type of immortality. He can only die when they feel he has repaid his crimes. The gods send him back in time to live out the past. Take the slow road. Percy disowns his name. Going only by the first part of his last name..Jack. Centuries pass and he becomes known as Jack Frost. Now, time has finally brought him back to where he belongs. A year where all his friends and family are alive..and he's nowhere near them. To distract himself from the pain, he takes a teaching job..at Hogwarts.

Percy, Annabeth, and Bob make it to the Doors of Death, but to get back, someone will have to make a distraction to lead away the monsters swarming it. And Percy will do everything in his power to make sure Annabeth gets back, and to not leave Bob behind again, even if it means staying in Tartarus alone. (Characters, story line and such are not mine, this is a fan-fiction, I do NOT own anything but the plot twist.)

What if Hecate Addams, a girl that was twinned with Wednesday at birth but was seemingly the total opposite of the dark, gothic girl, got forced into a school that Wednesday did not? Nevermore Academy, a school for the outcasts and those that were lost within themselves. What happenes when Hecate Addams is reunited with her sister, just two weeks after she herself was sent to the Academy? And what happens when things go mysteriously wrong for the Addams twins? Will Hecate find love in a boy that continuously pulled her attention, or would she push the boy away in fear he'd leave her all alone? Xavier Thorpe x fem!oc I own nothing but Hecate Addams :)

┌ ꒰⍉꒱─ "Now this is the point- you fancy me a mad. But madmen know nothing.". - Vivienna Elrod is having vivid dreams of a boy with long hair and a messy art studio- so vivid, in fact, she gets dragged right into his school; Nevermore Academy. With a monster on the loose, a new power she's trying to master, and an odd stalker, Vivienna's not sure what to do. Lucky for her, she's got a bright-eyed werewolf, alluring siren, creepy girl whose hair never moves (really, what hairspray does she use?), and a boy who's totally, entirely, and undeniably infatuated with her to help her solve the case.

Ruby Addams, twin sister of Wednesday Addams, was the white sheep in a family of black sheep. She was the only one after her grandmother to have the Presley family features, and that set her apart from the rest of them. Her red hair and sparkling green eyes weren't the only things that made her different from her sister, the young girl was coming into her powers as a witch, and was a cheerful teenager who was liked by most, but was stuck in the shadow of perfectly sinister Wednesday. While Wednesday wanted nothing more than to escape Nevermore, Ruby thrived in the beautiful environment where she was welcomed with open arms and instantly made friends, and reconnected with someone who could potentially be more than friends. I only have rights to my work and Ruby, all other rights to characters do not belong to me, but the creators of Wednesday. If you have a problem with my writing, don't read, it's that simple. x, dumbledead status - discontinued

Valentine's week with Spideypool and the Avengers. Spiderman thinks it's about time the team finds out about his husband. If only so they'll finally learn to take his romantic advice seriously. If only his life were ever that simple.

A child born from a miracle was named Perseus Jackson. His mother, a loving mortal with the gift of sight, brought together both aspects of the Ocean, combining Poseidon and Neptune into a single being, born from her love. Something never done before, nor heard of. A child armed with the powers from both personas of the sea, knew nothing of the truth. He'd inherited, not only the power to subjugate water, but to charm with his songs like the tides of the sea, an ability exclusive only to the rarest children of Neptune. He was a siren. After unleashing his powers one day, the world realized that he held much greater power than once perceived. But he had to hide it. Such authority was unwelcomed in a world where survival was a fight. One slip up and they would know that he was not normal, even among children considered abnormal- Demigods. It was the beginning of a silent song. It could heal; it could destroy. And the melody was controlled by Percy Jackson, the one demigod who wanted nothing more than peace and quiet.