Demons are beings of pure evil and darkness. Existing only to corrupt, condemn, and torment...at least until they get bored. That's the case for the Demon Lord Azridith.

A baby with a great destiny was born in Kirigakure, and soon after was abandoned. Fate is a cruel and terrible mistress, she resigned an infant to a cold and lonely death, however, fate has a bad habit of allowing interference. This was the case for this child when Mei found him. In Kumogakure, another baby was born with a similar fate, years earlier. Neither of these children is aware of their brush with death, nor who their birth parents are.

This is the second book in my Avengers saga. If you haven't read the first book (The Next Avenger) go check it out before reading this. From this point on very little if anything will be cannon to the MCU or the Marvel comics. After learning the secret kept by their mother and youngest brother, Sarah, Ray, and Kayla have a life-altering decision to make. They must choose between the comfortable semi-safe life that they've known all their lives, or become something greater, to become future heroes like their adoptive mother and brother. Will they make the right choice?

She may be the Queen of Ice, but that won't one boy from melting her heart. And the fact that he's an Omega Level mutant won't stop her from teaching him to control his powers or from giving him what he needs.

WARNING! This story contains adult themes and language. If you have an issue with either of these please don't read this story.

A shinobi is a master of stealth and assassination...but when it comes to romance Kurenai she's hopeless when it comes to hiding her secret relationship. Maybe she'll have better luck when it comes to hiding her secret child.

It's been said that time heals all wounds. Some wounds seem like they'll never heal. Those are the ones that take the longest and are worth healing. And after countless lifetimes Salem finally decided to move on.

What Red Room did to her cannot be undone. What she lost she cannot be regained. But Natasha wouldn't trade her friends and her accomplishments for anything.

Power for power's sake. That was her motivation for as long as she could remember, until she found a better motivator. Something that she wanted to protect. Something that she desired power to protect.