A/N: Can be read with or as a standalone of "The Devil's Angel." -- I was once told that I was special, so special that I had to be born a human to "protect" myself from a world of darkness and to make sure that I was fully ready to be what they, whoever they were, needed me to be for them. Little did they know, my whole human life was filled with one dark and dreary thing after another, where I was broken time and time again until there was nothing left except for the will to survive so that I could try to protect and heal my family from a man that caused us so much pain and fear, even though I also needed to be protected and healed from the same thing, from the same man that I was supposed to call my "father." However, that didn't work and hadn't lasted as long as one had hoped, for I was killed and thrown into what was supposed to make me special, even though I didn't think that I ever could find a way to believe that. All I knew was that I had to become someone to help, offer advice, and lend a listening and understanding ear to those who needed it, changing the viewpoints in a way that my brethren before me hadn't been able to do, and getting ready for a mission, a mission that no one else had before me. It was a mission far more dangerous than any mission that I had ever been on, for this mission was something that I had to do alone and to make sure that no one knew what I was, or else it would lead to my untimely second death. It was a mission to go to the Underworld and live amongst the Demons and the Devil himself, and try to reform and change the way things had been done for centuries to make it a "better" place for all involved, even those who were humans before they died and were sent there to be punished until the end of time. It was a mission that I didn't plan on failing, because I knew that if I did, then the worlds that I knew them as would fall into total darkness, where there would be nothing left to save, and only darkness would prevail.

I was an Angel living in the Underworld, somewhere that I never thought I would end up when I died and was sent to the High Heavens. I was an Angel with different skills because of my time in the High Heavens that the higher ups that I served thought would be able to use to "help" someone down there, someone that wouldn't admit that he needed help or needed a stable person that wouldn't fear him the way others feared him and had lived with him for many, many years. I was an Angel that lived as one of them, living as one of his mistresses and hiding the fact that I was an Angel, even though the main king himself, who was the one that needed help, and one of his trusted friends and comrades knew what I was. I was an Angel living in constant "fear" of being found out and not knowing what was going to happen to me after the fact, even though I knew, well hoped, that I would have the king's protection if I was ever found out by the majority of the people that lived there. I was an Angel that had a way out from the Underworld and back to the place where I used to belong if I ever needed it, but the only catch was the fact that I had to stay pure and "innocent" like I had lived and died. But that was difficult with a spark appearing between me and the man that I was there to help, to make sure that he stayed sane and able to live and keep his position as king of the Underworld. For I was to be known as the Devil's Angel...

Twelve princesses were whisked away from a world that they had never known only to live in a world with no magic. Twelve princesses have heard stories about a magical world where seven of the princesses were born where the rest of the princesses were born on this world with no magic and no knowledge of the power that they held. One of the princesses was destined to be queen, marked by a sword and a fire that filled her veins, a fire that was different than a normal fire would look like, glowing purple. One princess had a lot to learn about the world that was hidden from her and her sisters for so long. One princess had to learn the way of the land and the secrets of the magic that filled the air around them. One princess had to learn how to sing the song of Ilryian and make sure that the magic that filled the air around them stayed strong while she learned how to become queen and the best queen that she could ever be.

Eight children born on a planet that didn't believe in magic were born with powers that dealt with the four elements. Two of the children, a male and a female, could use the same element and were a part of the same group. Eight children born on a planet that didn't believe in magic were called together to help protect the planet that didn't believe in them from a person who had come back from the dead to destroy another world, another planet where these children were hiding. Eight children born on a planet that didn't believe in magic were called Guardians and lived different lives than the others they learned about. Eight children had a journey that none had expected and had to go on because a threat was in the air like none they had ever faced before. Could they learn to work together, or would they tear the world apart before their journey could begin?

Writing books has always come naturally to me. Romance novels were the main genre that caught my attention, and I was known for them, even though I was not known by face except for a few people who knew my true identity. I never thought a romance was in my future or that my life would become something like the novels I wrote, but when I met the man that I had "known" a long time ago in a different life than the one I lived now, working in a coffee shop and hiding from those who had known me as someone else, someone that hadn't been a published author but a child of twelve and the only daughter amongst sons. So when the man entered my life a second time, ordering a coffee for himself and not having someone else do it like normal, others started to enter my life, starting with another boy, turned man, that I hadn't seen in years and had been a family member of mine before I changed my identity and hidden in plain sight. With one coffee, man, and shop, my life changed for the better or worse. Only time will tell what love story I find myself in, and hopefully, it won't end in heartbreak.

Erin Peterson was different from normal humans and could talk to animals. When she was old enough to get a job, she used this ability to her advantage, becoming a zookeeper at the same zoo her adopted father worked at. She didn't know how she was able to talk to animals, for her biological parents had not been in her life, and she didn't remember anything about them. However, that hadn't stopped her from forming a family of her own, even though most of them had fur and four legs, with some having two legs and feathers. However, that all changed when something different, something magical, entered her something, something unexpected that she and her family and coworkers didn't know existed until one was brought in injured and alone. Could she find out why she could talk to animals with the unexpected friend she made? Could she survive whatever comes her way, or would she perish in a way she never thought possible?

Peter was the cousin of the beauty who saved the beast that was supposed to be his king. He was the cousin sent to the kingdom to help his pack but got stuck because of the curse on the kingdom, which had become his pack and where he settled his roots. However, that all changed when he learned that his only family member, his human father, who lived in his old pack and hadn't seen him in years, had been diagnosed with cancer. Not only that, but his pack needed help, more help than they had needed in the past. Could he help them, or was it too late for them and for him to make amends with a dying man that he hadn't seen in years? And could he find something, or someone, that he didn't expect to appear so "soon" as he had gotten home? Cinder was the runt in the pack and was hidden from others. He was the one that no one cared about and didn't have any family of his own, not even a stepmother or evil stepsiblings, which was something he was both grateful for or yearned for. However, that wasn't the main thing he yearned for. All he wanted was a mate and a family he could call his own. He wanted to belong somewhere, even if it meant leaving the pack and the life he knew behind. Would they find each other, or would they hide until it was time for one to return to a new home or life they had made for themselves? Or would they find this little thing called love and let it lead them to their heart's desire?

I was destined to be a Dragon Rider since birth, even without having or finding my dragon at that age. I was destined to protect and serve not only my kingdom but also the other kingdoms that surrounded my kingdom, both supernatural creatures and humans alike. I was destined for greatness, or so I have been told, but that was something that I didn't understand or didn't care about at such a young age or even as I grew older until I became a young adult. And unfortunately, it was something that I should have listened to or asked questions to get myself prepared for whatever it was that I had to face. Because not only was I destined to be a Dragon Rider, but I was destined to be the Dragon Queen, for I was fated to the Dragon Prince, who was to be the Dragon King as soon as he claimed me as his own...

Twelve children were gifted with gems of magic. Twelve children had magic that ran through their blood, and they didn't even know it until it was almost too late. Twelve children were born to twelve different Gods and Goddesses, each having a different power than the one before them. Twelve children were shunned from the world that they grew up in, forgotten except for one who walked amongst them from time to time. Twelve children grew up on their own, with one just turning of age. Twelve children were needed to defeat the evil witch that captured eleven of the twelve Gods and Goddesses that they were sworn to protect. Twelve children were born over and over again until they were ready to face the old Crow that captured them. But the question remains: Are they actually ready, or are the Gods and Goddess praying on a lost cause, and is the world that they know already dead?

A/N: This book can be read as a standalone or read as part of the series. __________________________________________________________________ Sometimes the past can help the present and future. Sometimes there are memories that can be hidden or changed to help the individual. There can be a reason why memories fade or change to fit one's needs or views of the world around them. Sometimes it helps going back to the early years of a person's life to see what has been done and to see themselves from different points of view and in a way that the person never experienced before. And for one person, that is true as Martha Anne Johnson looks back on her earlier years to see what information can be taken from it to help defeat a threat that she doesn't know or can't see. Because sometimes the past can become the future... And can bring with it a world of... Knowledge _____________________________________________________________________ NOTE: IF YOU READ THIS BOOK ON ANY OTHER APP BESIDES WATTPAD THEN IT IS COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT. I GAVE NO ONE PERMISSION TO USE MY BOOK AND HAVE NOT POSTED IT ANYWHERE ELSE, SO... YA. REPORT THAT BOOK. Thanks.