You are now reading Books I and II in a combined format. They are presented here as a single volume. Book I is about a thirteen year old boy's journey into magical healing. It is a time of awakening. Awakening to who you are, what you are meant to be, of friends and young love, of power and its use for good or evil. B...
Hailey always thought she had a pretty ordinary life. The only thing that could be called unusual in her life was that her mother had disappeared into thin air not long after Hailey's birth. Soon, though, her mother is not the most important thing on the young girl's mind as she discovers a hidden side of herself and...
My name is Katrina. I have my differences in the world. Number 1: I am a Wondla: a race of humans that can transform into one specific creature, but sort of evolve up to a certain stance from that form. Number 2: I have received an acceptance letter to a place called Hogwarts. My name is Katrina the Wondla...
Anastasia's life has been one disaster after another. After years of torture from her step mother, she desides to make herself a goal; to marry the Prince and become the future Queen. However, when a band of mysterious pirates kidnap her for no apparent reaaon other than ransom money, she's suddenly mixed into a whirl...
Seventeen-year-old Zelene had never believed in magic or prophecies; until the day she was attacked by an assassin with unnatural powers. Now, her life has been thrust into a war between two worlds she knows nothing about and told that she must fight against an enemy determined to snuff out her existence-all because o...
Two sisters who love each other. But one has betrayed the other. Why don't we appreciate nights as well?
“Are you alright?" The corner of Eirnin’s mouth quirked up with a hint of a smile, probably remembering her reaction when he’d asked her that a moment ago. Story smiled sheepishly back up at him. "I'm fine. I think I just stepped on a rock and cut my foot. If I ever find out who took my shoes, I'll kill them." He l...
"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my...