"Chaos is coming, my child. You must change it and so you must be ready. You need to be prepared..." A dream changed everything for Skye Anderson. A fiercely independent girl who sees the memories flooding her mind reminding her that she is missing her other half as an ongoing nightmare. He was the man she had loved for centuries. The one she kept falling in love with over and over again. He is here. But so is the threat. A threat so disturbing and malevolent she cannot lose her focus. The Goddess came to her telling her to stop it. It is on her shoulders. Her responsibility. So how can the self-reliant girl ever confide in anyone else when the burden is hers to carry?

Rhapsody, state of elated bliss or ecstasy. Nereza (Neressa) is a girl who could not understand the meaning behind these words. Being cursed with a drunk father, and a mother who died when she was young, Nereza has known only her dreary existence. Having very little time for fun, or the friends to have it with, the idea of bliss is very foreign. Damon is a vampire who has had lifetimes of grief. Losing every woman he has ever loved, his heart has grown cold and dead. The closest thing to bliss he can find is when he feels the last drop of someone's life sliding down his throat. When their two lives collide, life as they know it shatters. They struggle to move beyond their past and to find love; to finally be able to understand, and to feel rhapsody. This story is rated mature for it's mild cursing, violence, and gory details.

*Winner of #FGU fanfiction Awards* What if Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Melark both died in the 75th annual hunger games? That would mean no winner, no uprising, and the games would continue. Once President Snow dies his nephew, Johnathan Dawson is the new president, and the hunger games continue. Meet Freya, a sixteen year old kind hearted orphan girl from district 9. What happens when she volunteers in the 99th annual Hunger Games. Will she survive?

When Lexa was a girl, her mother commanded her to dream. "Dream" she said, "Because no person shall be able to contain your thoughts." Her father was rarely ever around, working the mines far away from their modest home. But he was always a bit more honest. "Dream, my daughter," he would say, "for the life you make in your head will always be better than the one you have received." So for the love of her Parents, Lexa did dream. When she was six she dreamed of her life as a princess, how she would have the finest dresses and the finest of manners and the finest of company. When she was ten she dreamed of the throne that she would sit on. It would be bathed in rose gold, and it would be for her. Only for her. And when she was sixteen, she still dreamed of that palace. She still dreamed of the prince that awaited her. She still dreamed of that throne. But this time, the throne would be bathed in blood instead of gold. And All of it would be for her. This is not the story of a sweet, innocent princess to be. This is the story of a bloodthirsty, malicious queen. One that's willing to do anything- break anything- to get what she wants. Even if that means her own heart.

REWRITING In which a glowing haired girl falls in love with a werewolf [Loosely based of season 2] Book One

Harry Potter has finally succeeded in defeating Voldemort, with the help of Ron and Hermione, of course. Being the good students they are - especially Hermione - our three favourite wizards are back at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to finish the year and get their N.E.W.T.s. What Harry doesn't know is that it's not over yet. Voldemort may be gone, but Dark Wizards are not - and they want back what belongs to them. Updates every Tuesday and Friday © December, 2016 Wonderful cover by @Ari_forev

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\