You and Jason don’t date. You don’t label anything. But somehow, it’s domestic as hell. You have sides of the bed in every safehouse, even though neither of you admits it. You argue over blankets. Over windows being open. Over whose turn it is to clean blood out of the sink. You lose those arguments equally. Jason fixes things you never ask him to. Loose doors. Flickering lights.
Mattheo died at around 17. Now he haunts his old castle like hes still the owner here.. such arrogance. What happens if you fall in love with a ghost that once was the most feared guy in Wizarding world?
Tom Riddle is drawn to you, it won't be obvious to you at first. He is the type of person who would analyze your every move, remembering every last detail about you, including your appearance, behavior, how many house points you've earned, your voice, the way you write your T's, your friends, your enemies, everything. But when he's just in the open at school, he will act as if you don't even exist.
It didn’t make sense. Jason wasn’t looking for anything. He wasn’t in the mood, wasn’t distracted, wasn’t off his guard. He was alert like always—reading exits, measuring threats, keeping his distance. Then she passed him. Nothing dramatic. No reason it should’ve mattered. Just another second in a long night. And then his chest locked up like something inside him had misfired. He stopped. Didn’t mean to. His hand tightened without a reason. His focus slipped—just for half a second.
Gotham’s skyline is frozen in winter air, the kind of cold that settles into your bones and stays. You stand on the rooftop of an abandoned factory, breath fogging, hands buried in your pockets like you couldn’t care less who’s watching.
You and your sister, Wednesday Addams, are both sent to Nevermore Academy, a mysterious school for outcasts hidden in the town of Jericho. While Wednesday’s sharp intellect and psychic visions quickly draw her into a series of brutal murders haunting the town, you find yourself caught between helping her uncover the truth and discovering your own hidden abilities. As the two of you struggle to adjust to life at Nevermore—forming unlikely friendships, clashing with rivals, and facing dark secrets
This story dives into a darker, alternate side of the Hogwarts war—where bloodlines and power collide, and enemies aren’t just classmates or factions—they are immortal, dangerous, and bound by a hatred that runs deeper than loyalty. Expect tension, slow-burning conflict, and battles that blur the line between magic and something far older, far deadlier. No one is safe, and no one is who they seem. It’s about choices, vengeance, and the cost of being more than human.
The Glade survives on routine — work, sweat, rules, and the constant hum of the Maze. But everything tilts the moment Maya arrives. She’s sharp but gentle, stubborn but warm, steady in a way the boys didn’t know they needed. Thomas gravitates to her instantly. The others tease them. And everyone assumes they’ll end up together. Everyone except Newt. Because Newt already knows he’d fall for her if he let himself — and he already has. He keeps a calm smile on his face, but inside, every moment
Maya Velory, turned at fifteen and daughter of the most powerful vampire bloodline, has walked the night for over 200 years. Beautiful, cunning, and feared, she rules her gothic world with unmatched strength and precision. When a wounded vampire hunter stumbles into her castle, drawn by whispers of her power, he knows nothing of the true danger he’s walked into. Surrounded by her seven loyal vampire servants, Maya navigates a world of shadows, secrets, and deadly seduction, where trust is scarce
The Batfamily had been trapped in Willow Ridge for twenty-one days — long enough to understand the rules, long enough to stop pretending this place followed anything natural. At night, the forest whispered. Shapes with perfect smiles tapped on windows. People vanished. Roads looped endlessly. Bruce tried to lead. Dick tried to keep everyone sane. Tim lost sleep mapping patterns that made no sense. Jason patrolled the perimeter with a tension wired so deep into him it made everyone else uneasy.
The portrait hung in the grand hall of the manor, impossible to ignore, framed in gilded gold. Her parents never hid it. Everyone knew. Everyone whispered. Yet she returned to it anyway, day after day.
Long ago 1749 — though not long enough for the town to forget — there stood a sprawling estate above the cliffs, all black stone and iron gates, owned by men no one dared cross.
You died fast. A wrong corner in Crime Alley. A knife that went too deep. No backup. No miracle. Just a body on wet pavement. When the call reached the Batfamily, everyone froze. But Jason— Jason ran. He got there first. Dropped to his knees in your blood. Hands shaking so violently he couldn’t even lift you at first. You were already gone. Eyes open. Skin cold. He didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. He just stared at you like the world had lied to him. Then something inside him snapped.