"Distance means so little when someone means so much."

When a celestial body forms, its soul manifests as a dragon, and seeks out the nearest inhabited planet to hunt upon. The moon dragon's power is cataclysmic on Earth, as she draws her strength from the gravitational force which creates the ocean's tides. Thousands of years ago, a violent king cursed a fragment of the moon; anyone who held it had the dragon's perfect obedience. The king used her as a weapon, destroying countless lives in his conquests. After the king's death, his heir decided such a weapon was inhumane for war, but too valuable to relinquish; The dragon was commanded to remain in her prison beneath the kingdom forever. Enraged, she began to kill any human who entered her cell. Rather than command her to stop, the royal family found her to be an efficient executioner, and an effective threat to dissenters. When Lyra is sent into the dragon's cell, fear conflicts with empathy, as both have suffered at the same hands.

Marble Hornets is over. It's been hard on Tim, Jay, and Alex, but somehow they've managed to start over. Jay and Tim are housemates, having finally resumed working. Alex has resumed taking cinematography classes and has his own apartment. And Brian, well, he'll never be the same. However, having Tim could make all the difference.

Missy's life had never been an easy one. Between getting abused at home and being bullied at school, she can never catch a break, and to make matters even worse, her parents sell her to people in white coats. As she was being taken away, darkness descends upon her, and when she wakes up, she's no longer what she used to be. This story is based on the story Upon Wings of Change by Chrystal Scherer. This was not my original idea, only a spin off of the story.

Zahra is the last of her kind, a creature of wind and sand. A horse-shifter. After witnessing her parents deaths, Zahra is mistaken for a normal filly and captured in the land of Kanan and taken to the house of a merchant who gives her to his young son, Mahmud. In Kanan, horses are revered as sacred. Every boy must break in his first horse as a rite of passage into manhood. But Zahra has a will of iron, and Mahmud fails to break her. One day Mahmud discovers Zahra's secret, but instead of outing her to everyone, he reveals a secret of his own to her: Mahmud was born a Magi, a keeper of mystical powers and an interpreter of dreams. Their unconventional relationship gets even more complicated with Zahra's growing feelings for her handsome rider and as Mahmud rises to power and fame, he finds the expectations of the kingdom are in conflict with his own heart.

She always wanted to write letters to strangers. She wanted them to be old fashioned, like those messages in bottles or the ones written with inked quills. The anonymity of it all seemed so delightful, the girl would tell them her stories and they would do the same in return. They'd never meet and hear each other's voices but they'd learn many new things together. It was supposed an innocent idea, leaving a letter on a tree for a stranger to see - so why was he so keen on following her?

"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.

Mental institution breakouts, breakdowns, murders, and more. The Losers are a dysfunctional group of misfit teens on the run. And they won't stop for anyone or anything. Get ready to float. Literally. This is a gang of evil super humans. STENBROUGH!!! also Reddie. the whole gang. #1 in Stenbrough!

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

Main character dies from a disease. He then gets reincarnated as a meat-eating crocodile next to a river. As an apex predator, our carnivorous reptile begins his new animal life with a scream. Cover art by @Isa_Galani77