The Queen raged a war against them all, avenge for all the thorns they had received because of the Kings. It lasted 1068 days before a sign of an end appeared, a scroll that changed the fate of all and gave an advantage that was needed to one side of the war. Now was the time to strike. Let's see if they can see past the Thorns.

Plain old "Blair". If it wasn't for her blood and his contempt there would be no reason to keep her alive at all, yet the numbers are dwindling and the time is approaching for extermination. Only she can save the coven and only he can save his Warren.

"Your drink miss."The same drink, every night for the past two weeks found its way onto her table and as always Clark waved her hands refusing the drink.Instantly her eyes reached across the bar to meet his, always studying grey eyes, the man who ordered her the drink. Possible psycho or stalker which were unconfirmed, but no more. Tonight she walked up to him and questioned...

The moon goddess makes no mistakes. A story told by tenfold but never like this, seeing the world through different eyes experience a love story unlike any other. Violet, A broken Luna. Ander, A reserved Alpha. And a Hell they must walk through together.

Soulmate. Everyone has one, a soulmate they would find once a year. But what would happen if a girl, Braelynn, lost her soulmate? Everyone knows that when a soulmate dies the remaining partner loses the powers they gained. However, what if they didn't? What if there was more than one soulmate? Ignorance is bliss.

Screaming. The sound of a knife chopping continuously against a board, sliding across it momentarily. The aroma of a boiling sizzling stew, while a woman talks absently from the tv. A woman hums as she's chopping, a bird singing nearby to her voice. The kettle let's out a high shriek, "MUM!!! MUM PLEASE!" The screams were silent.

She played the violin in the Academy of Music, He played the piano secretly. They were never meant to meet yet, on the last day of Summer she heard the echo of piano chords. The melody was beautiful yet sorrowful it was so enchanting that she couldn't help but follow it, that's when she met him. His dark eyes that stopped her heart, his fingers that swept over the keys gracefully. It was like magic. He was the one... The one who pulled her strings.

Alternate world full of magic and wonder, a young girl training in witchcraft with her loyal daemon Ombra, she has not yet chosen to be a good witch or bad witch... When there's magic in the world what do we see? Is it the normal or abnormality? If you were one of the Unbound what sort would you be, a Dreamwalker perhaps? Maybe a ElementUser? Well whatever you chose to be you could never expect the shadows coming for you... Neither did she.

1. Don't forget. 2. Don't regret. 3. Don't fret. That's all she had to do, that's all she was told. But when the story unfolds you'll learn why she was told and why her story...will never be sold. This is a mature story.

You'd think she'd be used to it by now. This was her 88th soul to collect, she barely had to nudge him to watch him follow her to Hell. His death date was arriving and she had to make him sin, no matter how hard his Guardian Angel fought against them. Cael will not stop her now, no matter the cost she would not lose him to the path of light. Diabolos will never leave her side again, Nyx would make sure of it.

Flutilia glanced at the younger fairy pacing back and forth within the iron bar cage, she gripped her shell flute. "Sister..." The younger sister looked up from the ground, looking to Flutilia with a piercing gaze. "She will come for us." "When sis? After we burn or after we give up hope?" Flutilia grabbed her sister's arm, gripping it. "She will come Thistle." She released her arm while Thistle muttered under her breath, her hair covering the sadness within her eyes. "I hope so, we shall see sister..."

Revenge. She was driven by it, it coursed through her blood as if it was a part of herself. If there was any light or hope left in the world she wouldn't know because in her eyes it all faded away like blood rinsed off glass.

After years of manipulation I'm writing this book, I have no idea if it will actually help but maybe it will. If you feel like you could be manipulated or are being manipulated or maybe you feel like you're a manipulator this might help. It will share my experiences, thoughts and course of action. Don't be afraid to ask for help if after reading you realise you are being manipulated or are a manipulator and want help. Please read at your own caution.

Eira and her brother Kale have always been labelled freaks because they live in the woods with a relatively simple and natural life. That is until the woods started whispering, the lakes and rivers began diverting...A girl goes missing. In the end it must be controlled, balanced. Natural again. Or Fire will end them all.

Have you heard of the invisible red string of fate? It's believed that people are connected by strings of thread, the world is built with it and we are all tangled to each other before we meet the people on the other end. Every colour was a different person that was connected to every individual, it was like an overlapping rainbow of colours. But all soulmate strings were red. So why was two souls string...cherry?

Thousands of miles out in the MidSky woods; flushed by towering trees, with a lush Spring Lake in the centre of the woods where most life thrived. The forest lay on the outskirts of Riverania; a beautiful empire of white stone surrounded by eight Bridgeway's connecting to different sections of the woods, the NorthWest bridge being the closest to the Spring Lake. They were the only way to travel from Riverania to land and back; this was before people forgot the magic, forgot the way of the woods. When we all lived together as friends, that was before the Terminal Shift and humans ran to the water... That didn't work, It wasn't the end to the Aurashifters.