This is the re-written version of Mirror of Embers (so far). There is a lot more that needs to be added and fixed, but this is what I have so far and what I would like to share with you all. Please, I implore you, to tell me what works and what doesn't. Should some things be kept or should things be scrapped. I want opinions and feedback. This is one of the only ways I can get feedback on my work, so I'd love to hear what you have to say. Sorry, it's been a while. I'm going into my third year of university and incredibly burnt out. Somedays I hate this story and other days I love it. I'm searching for that love again, and I hope your support and feedback can help me remember it. That's all from me right now, hope you enjoy. And if there are any new readers to this, please read the description on the original Mirror of Embers to discern what this book is about. The same trigger warnings on that book apply to this one. Read at your own discretion.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

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Ray is low on time, luck, and hope; his only chance is an artifact that may not even exist. But upon meeting Landon, Ray is beginning to believe he might find all four. ***** Cambions are doomed to tragedy. They are weak, sickly creatures that rarely live to see their twentieth year. Ray refuses to resign himself to that fate. Upon learning of the Crimson Sheath-an artifact capable of preserving his life-Ray is prepared to fight, steal, and kill to get his hands on it. He is not prepared for Landon. Landon is an orphan with no memories of his parents, the only inheritance left to him a dagger, sleeping in a crimson sheath. Though he has no love of bloodshed and no use for a dagger, Landon isn't about to let Ray take his only link to his forgotten history, even if that means following the cambion past the edge of the world and into the shadow beyond. Content Warnings: Violence, semi-graphic gore, character deaths, profanity, mild drug and alcohol usage, abuse discussed but not shown, and morally-questionable people doing morally-questionable things.

Ember Ryvergrave is tired and alone. Her mother is dead, her twin sister doesn't need her, and her best friend is in love with another. She feels as though she has no purpose anymore. She's a trained assassin. A killer. Surely she shouldn't be feeling so dejected from the people around her, yet those feelings linger deep inside her stomach. Along with the secret magic that resides in Ember's bones. The magic that would cost her her life if anyone knew about it. She's prepared to live a life of solitude and coldness until a strange boy with mint eyes and golden hair sees her and her magic. Ember's world flips upside down. He comes with news. Ember's fellow assassin has been taken. She has been tasked with retrieving the assassin and bringing them home. However, Ember has to cross through her country and go into the capital. Where the King resides. The man who wishes her dead. Though, she doesn't journey alone. The mint-eyed boy insists on coming. Now she must watch out for him . . . and herself. Trouble stirs and old demons come back to haunt Ember. Especially two men who are on the hunt for her. Ember's past is coming back to life and it's worse than anything she has ever imagined. Will she be able to save her fellow assassin? Or will she perish before she even reaches the capital? TWs: sexual assault, mentions of sexual assault, violence, gore, obscene language, depression, suicidal thoughts. Please take note of these before reading! 214K words *COVER ART IS NOT MINE* Len Yan is the artist of the cover, I got it off of pinterest!

I screamed at the top of my lungs when he slashed the boy's neck with his claw. The boy next to the dead body stood frozen while he visibly squeezed the boy's head into nothing. Jack pushed me at the monster and ran out the door, but he didn't make it far. He caught up with him and bit off his head, blood trickling down his chin. Then the monster turned towards me and threw Jack through the window, loosing interest in the boy in a second. He walked towards my shaking body, leaning his 8 foot body down to mine. The smile that formed on his disgusting face made my stomach do a 360° flip. And the fire that was enveloping him was making my eyes burn. "Missed me girly?" * * * DO NOT RE-POST THIS STORY. ~Warning: Lots of bad words and sexual content.~ *Leaving a cute comment will get a chapter dedicated to you^^* Copyright © 2015 evil_panda22

Revelynn is an 18 year old girl living with her mother, father, and four other siblings in a small, poor village under the rule of a tyrannical king who controls the human territories. When Revelynn is caught stealing herbs to help her dying mother, she believes she will be killed for her crimes. The king, on the other hand, has differing plans for the resourceful thief. When Revelynn is thrown in a world of princes and princesses, kings and queens, and a threat lurking right oustide the borders of their small country, will she see through the lies or will she fall victim to the king's alluring promises, will Revelynn stay focused on her task or will a captivating prince distract the her?

Jillian is crazy. Literally. She sees ghosts. And not the friendly Casper types. The mean angry ones that try and kill her. Her doctors and therapists tell her it's because of her schizophrenia. That there is no other reason for her seeing them. But Jill isn't too sure. She doesn't think she's crazy. Well, that is until a copper-haired boy with deep green eyes comes bounding into her life and quite literally turns it upside down. He reveals things to her that she never knew before. She learns that there is another world out there, just beyond her reach, and people are out to kill her. But she doesn't believe him. She thinks he is another ghost. Until she's thrown into hell.

❤️ Now available on Amazon as a paperback ❤️ A village Elder's daughter rebels against her fate by running from an ancient matchmaking ritual. Instead, she gets kidnapped by a hostile tribe convinced she is a forest nymph whose blood can cure their dying leader. To survive, Arian must pretend to be what she is not until she can escape and warn her village about a deadly danger that's coming for it from the forest. And discover who she is along the way.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."