Son of Dead, hear wise, You come here to demise, 

The world erupts into chaos when the angel has to be fought.

Stop the darkness before it departs, the underworldly powers shall come at large, 

When lightning finally bows down, will the problem end,

If so is not done, the world's not far from its end. 

I am the Sorting Hat, and looking into minds is my job,

You shall wear me, only then will death be freed. 

Captured again, is your dear friend, but can be freed with the kiss of Asphodel.

Soon, shall the blood sisters arrive, meeting their sisters only to cry.

Son of prophecy finds his way, to find out who his soulmate regards as his biggest dismay.

With the retirement of Hades, Nico Di Angelo, is made the new King of the Underworld and his Fiancé, William Andrew Solace, the God of Light, and heir to Apollo's throne. But a happily ever after isn't yet in their fate, as a fallen warrior rises again, against them, packed with reinforcements and power. 

A trip to Europe is all it takes, to either fall or rise. The fate of the Gods is in their hands now.

The sky was dropping on me, it felt like the end... it was the end of my happy life... of me "They died because of me, they died because I was a fucking disgrace. They killed themselves because I am a lost cause." My tears finally broke free, allowing themselves to wipe off all the makeup. 

He pulled me in his arms, letting me soak his shirt as his fingers stroked my hair, pressing soft kisses on my head, and whispering something that I couldn't even hear over the sound of my heart shattering over and over. I thought of the letter again, and it made me hug him tighter, a new wave of tears leaking out. 

Ashley Spencer is the one girl who has everything she could ever ask for; anything and everything except for True Love. She is everything you want in your girlfriend, but her rocky past just pushes boys away; that and her brother, Clark. 

Adrien King, Playboy, ruthless, cold, and the heir to the American Mafia. If Money is sand, then he owns the Sahara... If Sex is water, then he is the King of the Ocean... If Love is White, then he lives in a world with none but darkness

The story of two fallen stars from the sky, as they unite but only to fall apart with possession none but longing.

First Son Alex Claremont-Diaz is the closest thing to a prince this side of the Atlantic. With his intrepid sister and the Veep's genius granddaughter, they're the White House Trio, a beautiful millennial marketing strategy for his mother, President Ellen Claremont. International socialite duties do have downsides-namely, when photos of a confrontation with his longtime nemesis Prince Henry at a royal wedding leak to the tabloids and threaten American/British relations. The plan for damage control: staging a fake friendship between the First Son and the Prince.

As President Claremont kicks off her reelection bid, Alex finds himself hurtling into a secret relationship with Henry that could derail the campaign and upend two nations. What is worth the sacrifice? How do you do all the good you can do? And, most importantly, how will history remember you.

The stars shone above and we danced below. Tears trickled down our cheeks but neither of us made a motion to stop them. These were the tears of love, of sadness, of a story which never found the end it craved. 

"Baby?" my voice quivered, aching as the tears tried to take over, "Always remember, I Love You, now and forever." 

"I Love You, till the end of the universe," a tear streaked down her face as she said this, and it wasn't long before another followed suit. 

Alexander Artino and Arina Rodriguez, two souls opposites, enemies, and neighbors. Who knew that under all that anger, lay a sweet and tender love for each other that they wouldn't think twice before jumping in front of the bullet for the other. This is the story of two souls united just to fall apart, blinding them of all that existed.