Indiana is nothing new. Actually, it is new, but in the best way. To Craig Thompson, at least. Coming from a sea away with his rich family and a smirk on his face, Craig has his life set out for him. Everyone in the town worships his family, worships him. Expect for one kid, one stubborn kid who acts like he has it all when he has nothing. (WARNING, THIS STORY IS SET IN THE EARLY 1900'S AND CONTAINS RACISM (slurs, slavery), HOMOPHOBIA (Unfair laws, slurs), AND SMUT (explicit scenes). THIS STORY IS RATED MATURE, READ AHEAD AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Whist is a werewolf and can shift into a wolf, and she never wants to see her father again.

Ask us! :) [CLOSED] ATTENTION: You must read 'The Big Five.' By the way, if you're a Jelsa hater I suggest you leave. This book has Jelsa potatoes in it so if you even try and comment you'll be sorry. ~*~ Oct. 2014 Fantasy #24 / Random #44

Tyler, just out of High school, needs a job that'll pay well. He finds one in the most unexpected place. $100 a night to work as a security guard at a small amusement park called Team Crafted. A theme park he has visited many times within his childhood. However, never once did he think during his childhood that there was anything more then those 8 dying animatronics and their buggy audio clips. Until now. They call for him, begging him for help all while chasing him down for the kill. So begins the longest week Tyler will ever live. That is, if he does survive.

Tyler starts his third week at his job at the Team Crafted Theme Park, along with Mike Schmidt, but things quickly get back out of hand. Whatever Team Crafted Co. told the Law force to keep them quiet about all the past deaths has worn off, and the park is shut down and the animatronics taken to the dump. But Tyler just fixed it! Tyler has all the right to be upset about this! And yet, curiosity just might kill the cat again. If Tyler isn't careful, Team Crafted Co.will make sure that the boy becomes nothing more then a metal shell. The Voices can only do so much, but it's just so possible that some of those voices come from the living, whispering louder then their screams.

Every faery is born with a gift. Every gift is used for the good of fae existence, but when a troublesome faery is blessed with the greatest of abilities, the outcome doesn't look so promising. Nahtaia is a mischievous faery with one of the greatest of gifts; distortion. After accidentally turning a human boy into faery size, her powers are immediately seized by the Jaydürian Voices (deities) and banishment is a likely punishment. Luckily, the Minister of Fae Assignment is unaware of her mistake. With the help of a pine faery named Oren, Nahtaia must find a way to change the human back to his natural state and regain her abilities, all while keeping hidden from the keen eyes of the Ministers of the faery realm lest she be stripped of her wings and doomed to a life without the one thing she loves most; magic.

"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 nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

Where warriors have sharpies, threaten to destroy the world with big red buttons for pies, and lots more! I DON'T OWN WARRIORS! Enjoy, my fellow kitty-cats! :D Let the laughing begin! Thank you everyone for reading my silly book I started years ago, it made me happy.

Blue Rose Mystic is a mystey. No one knows where she belongs. Who is she really? To find out, read this unique, fantasy story that will pull you into Rose's world. Please leave comments and vote! Thanks guys!

My own story here, that is, I'm taking this one very seriously. I'm making this out of my own mind, planning on becoming an author and actually publishing this ^.^. Anyway! This story is all about a girl called Elsa Darknight, after a weird experience she finds herself at a training camp. Monsters, mystery, mayhem and magic! Hope you enjoy!!! (Also this is a rough draft, if I ever fully publish it I would re-write it with many more scenes!!! :)! Tell me what you think about it. Basically so far (not including the first chapter) is that Elsa wakes up in the infirmary of a magic straining school, she soon realises that she can actually control her power, shapeshifting, which should be impossible to have. Turns out that things, secrets, are lurking around the training centre, and many people are affected because of it. In one of my latest chapter Elsa discovers a massive secret about herself, however this secret makes her forget about what the secret was, until she is ready. When will she be ready? Will she ever be ready? Find out! And please leave a comment about my story.