El pueblo de Wilson es tranquilo, regido por sus costumbres y creencias religiosas muy estrictas, donde Leigh ha crecido, siguiendo cada regla y pauta como se le ha indicado. Un pueblo donde no se recibe con mucha gracia a los recién llegados así que cuando Los Steins se mudan a su lado, Leigh no puede evitar sentir curiosidad. Los Steins son adinerados, misteriosos y muy elegantes. Lucen como el retrato perfecto de una familia, pero ¿Lo son? ¿Qué se esconde detrás de tanta perfección? Y cuando la muerte comienza a merodear el pueblo, todos no pueden evitar preguntarse si tiene algo que ver con los nuevos miembros de la comunidad. Leigh es la única que puede indagar para descubrir la verdad, ella es la única que puede acercarse al hijo mayor de la familia, el infame, arrogante, y frío Heist.

[COMPLETADA] Una noche fue suficiente para cambiarlo todo, para destruirlo todo. Él acabó con mi familia, con todo lo que amo y por alguna razón me dejó con vida, ¿Por qué? Es tan doloroso vivir después de esa noche, tal vez él quería que viviera y sufriera, ese me parece un destino aun más cruel que la muerte. Sobrevivir se ha vuelto mi pan de cada día, y no pasa ni un segundo en el que no intente recordar esa noche, recordar su rostro, identificarlo para que se haga justicia. Soy la única testigo, la única persona que ha sobrevivido de los ataques de ese asesino frío y no puedo ayudar porque no recuerdo nada. La impotencia de no poder darle la justicia que se merece mi familia y todas las otras familias que han sido víctimas me carcome por dentro y me duele cada día. Pero no me voy a dar por vencida, lo voy a recordar, lo voy atrapar así pierda mi vida en el intento.

[Best Fantasy Story Winner at Fiction Awards 2016] In a world where everyone can use magic, Kiel is a non-mage - until he makes a deal that would change his life forever. A deal that ultimately pulls him into a web of lies, ancient riddles, and fatal secrets, where one wrong step could bring his untimely demise. Blurb In a world where everyone can use magic, where treasure hunters, alchemists, and warlocks are common professions, and where mage duels are the most popular form of entertainment, Kiel is a non-mage-a person who doesn't have the aptitude to use magic on regular basis - until he meets Elaru-a spell breaker of mysterious origin, wielder of the fabled 'Aethernea of Sight' - eyes that can see magic, who claims she can give him the power to become the greatest mage world of Halnea has ever seen. Coerced into binding his soul to hers, Kiel finds himself pulled into a web of secrets, where one wrong step could end in his untimely demise. Who, or what is Elaru Wayvin really? What is her relation to the ruling 15 noble mage families? What is the source of The Ink - a mysterious plague spreading through the continent? What is the Aetherneal bond between them and what has it turned them into? What is the truth behind gods and divine magic? Why has the third race of Halnea-the Ascended, mysteriously disappeared, and what is the connection between the remaining two races? In the search for truth, Kiel and Elaru enroll at the most prestigious University of Magic. Yet, between awkward social events, falling in love, thrilling competitions, blood curling battles, irritating peers, and damnable love rivals, there is little time for studying. And as if avoiding sinister plots from all sides wasn't difficult enough, their new detestable mentor takes them on a voyage into the uncharted forbidden zone filled with unspeakable secrets, ancient riddles, man-eating monsters, and deadly traps. A quest that just might end up changing the fate of the entire world.

In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.