The Barrow King is coming, and the supernatural world needs to decide what to do. The Vampire warlord has already crushed two other vampiric nobles, and now he's set his sites on the rest of the world. In the small, strange town of Silver-Spruce, the factions gather to declare war. The Grave Keeper wants nothing to do with the factions. But he might just have to get involved when he gets a chance to gain an ally for the town. The Diplomat and his apprentice need to secure a foothold for the Knull, one of the three great mage clans. A task easier said than done as he and his apprentice are forced to work around the other factions and the town's own odd residents. And the Werewolf finds herself pressured from all sides. Her mother's strict will and constant tests, her own monstrous instincts, and now she and her pack need to secure a foothold or leave important votes in the hands of others. ~<>~ This is a rewrite of Shades Of Morality and will be updating every Friday.

[ONC 2020 Round Two Qualifier] It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single person in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a spouse. Especially when that person is a twenty-three year old girl in charge of a multi-million dollar company and has absolutely no idea what she is doing. 《♡》 Ashlynn Whittaker does not want to be an employer. She doesn't even want to be an employee. But after the sudden death of her parents, that's exactly what she is. She tells herself that if she can down three tequila shots without dying, she can run a company. Except, there's a catch. To get her inheritance, she has to get married, and her great aunt has been tasked with finding the lucky guy. And it just so happens to be that her aunt's choice is Wesley Marker, a boy Ashlynn vividly remembers punching in second grade. A boy she hated, hates, and will hate for all eternity. With an arranged marriage like this, what could possibly go wrong?