Bolvar Fordragon, the Lich King, awakes from his slumber. He finds himself in a world that is different from the one he remembers with a body and power that he still hasn't grown accustomed to and in the meantime he struggles to not succumb to the spirit in the Helm of Domination. An old enemy will force him to leave the frozen throne and possibly, Northrend.

Such a long chain of principles tore them apart. And yet, just the briefest, most vague sign of care in a crucial night brought them together. Varian Wrynn/OC

Criticism and judgment would be the price she would have to pay for her actions. Though that just wasn't enough to tear her away from the thick-skinned assassin. Altair/OC

He was nothing but a pawn, a puppet on strings. So why did he struggle every time he was summoned just for a brink of her attention? Why did he throw away his orders whenever he saw her in danger? Why was she more important to him than his own neck? Eren(titan)/OC [Sequel now out]

Exhile was the fate their once allies had chosen for them and they agreed with every term. But at the time of leaving can a meeting with a teenage graffiti artist be enough of an influence to cause a change in the schedual? Bumblebee/OC Rated T for mild swearing.