The universe was music before it was anything tangible. Time was measured without signature, and worlds formed from the power of boundless melody, creation in song. Within this crucible of worlds lies Tellure Grand, a land wide, young, and full with possibility. Here, power is being found in the notes of destruction. Warsingers. The world folds where Warsingers make music, each striking sword and flying arrow is accompanied by the strum of a harp or the lilting of an aria. Minds are molded, politics are changed, and ideologies bend in the wake of such music. The land is shaped by those who wield the ebb and flow of these powerful sonatas, and so power changes hands, and history is made. Now the era turns anew for Tellure Grand and her fledgling civilizations. Strains of glory hum against the strings; where baritones of tribulations rise. In the distance a bell tolls, a powerful noise that resonates with annihilation, striking with insidious fury. And the gods? Gods do not sing; they are the song.

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

Centre stage when mentioning the Shelby Company, but hidden within the hearts of those surrounding; India couldn't escape the life she was destined for. India had grown up next door to the Shelby brothers since she could remember. She'd stood next to every brother when they were bleeding and knocked out any man attacking from the blind spot. She was one of them, a sister-like figure to the family - someone who remained the apple of every eye she passed. Caught up in a world where no woman should belong, the lifeline of the family breathed heavily as she threw herself against the brick wall - the only wall left separating her from the trouble that caused any sane man to run.

Harry Stevens grita peligro en cada poro del cuerpo y no precisamente por las escandalosas cicatrices que lleva en el lado izquierdo de la cara. Es la clase de chico con el que no quieres involucrarte porque sabes, por sobre todas las cosas, que va a destrozarte. Es de la clase de hombre que guarda una cantidad aterradora de secretos lo suficientemente perturbadores como para hacer que quieras huir de él lo antes posible. Es de la clase de hombre que, pese a todo el odio y rencor acumulado que carga sobre los hombros, es capaz de hacerte tocar el cielo con un beso... Sé que no es de fiar. Sé que debo poner cuanta distancia sea posible entre él y yo porque su mundo acabará con el mío si no le pongo un punto final a lo que siento..., pero no puedo hacerlo. No puedo huir de él. No, cuando la oscuridad que vive dentro de él se disipa cuando está a mi alrededor. No, cuando lo amo del modo en el que lo hago... El ángel vino en forma de bestia y vino a salvarme. Quizás... -solo quizás- vino a acabar conmigo. » Queda rigurosamente prohibida, sin autorización escrita por parte del autor, bajo las sanciones establecidas por las leyes, la reproducción total y/o parcial, adaptación, distribución, en cualquier medio impreso y/o digital de esta obra por cualquier medio o procedimiento. TODOS LOS DERECHOS RESERVADOS ©. Sam León, 2015.

(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl) *** "If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine. "I will have you, Marigold, and we will rule this world. Mark my words," he says when he's right up against me. My skin starts to burn when he touches me. I am NOT falling for this guy! *** You've all met Amber Marigold. The golden girl that only wants to save the world. But what happens when gold falls? Amber has a dark side and it's time for one of these bad boys of Tygerwell to learn how to tame it. Or should I say men? This is the book where Amber finally puts an end to your question: 'Who does she pick?' But with Xavier's plan, it's going to be a little hard. "You once told me that love and hate are two sides of the same coin. I'm quite positive you're obsessed with me, Marigold..." Get ready for the next level. This time we're going bigger, more expensive and dangerous. You've all just seen the start of Amber's story. It's time we get to the good part. *** "Forget what you've been told. Forget about who is the smart choice. I love you and I know you love me. Please, will you marry me?" "Yes." *** COMPLETED (11/03/2019)

"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble. Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my lips. I am NOT falling for these guys. And then, at the corner of my eye I spot Owen and his gang approaching. Well, that's just great. *** The West and East gang of Tygerwell have been at each other's throats since the dawn of time. And the two leaders of these gangs want to end the fight, once and for all. But fighting with fists is easy. Fighting with wit and charm, is a whole other ball game. Blake. West-side gang leader. Leather jacket and killer glare. Don't talk back. Owen. East-side gang leader. Fancy coat and toxic stare. Don't resist. And in comes Amber. Hair of gold and oceans in her eyes. Has too much sass for her own good and always, ALWAYS, manages to get into the middle of trouble. But these boys have no idea who they're really dealing with. And when Amber descovers she knows a little too much when it comes to guns and fighting, she has to question everything she thought she knew about herself. Three can play this game. *** "Let's settle this. You got rejected, I got rejected. It's only fair that the fate of the gangs be on who gets the girl first." "That sounds rather good, Rhodes. I'll take that bet on the golden girl." *** COMPLETED FICTION AWARDS: Best new story and best new account Highest ranking in Teen Fiction: #1 on 25/06/2018

When you lose a bet with Tony, you know you're going to be in trouble. But you never knew Loki would react like that...

After being found in a cabin with blood, bodies and no memories Alexandra has to start over again. With the help of Will Graham it looks just possible until she meets Hannibal Lecter. How her mind only sees pain and darkness is what makes Will need to be there for her, but at the same time its what attracts Hannibal. Hannibal needs her, wants her and always gets what he wants. But at the same time she swims in her mind trying to workout who the man with no face is from her past before he comes back to get what is his.

After attempting to commit suicide, Kelsey must attend therapy sessions with Dr. Harmon. Therapy seems horrible... but what will happen when a mysterious boy named Tate shows up?

VERSION 2013/BORRADOR Natalie cree que es valiente, lista, aventurera y que podría atravesar cualquier obstaculo que se le presentara. También cree que su oportunidad de demostrarlo está en Inglaterra y en ese castillo viejo que sin duda debe ser divertido de explorar. Sin embargo, esta será realmente la oportunidad en la que sus cualidades la harán meter la pata de la manera más profunda posible. Anthony es un vampiro que, convertido hace quinientos años y encerrado en el castillo, esperaba por un milagro. De la nada, aparece una chica chillona que abre la puerta de su calabozo, dejándolo al fin en libertad y listo para ir por la venganza por la que lo hicieron famoso, la venganza temeraria por la que lo encerraron. Ahora tanto la humana valiente como el vampiro aterrador, tendrán que aprender a moverse juntos y a aceptar sus diferentes y similitudes para cumplir sus objetivos y salir vivos al final del día. ¿Cuál de los dos ganará la contienda? Historia registrada en Safe Creative con el código 1012058004380 Año 2010 Prohibido adaptaciones de NINGÚN TIPO. REGISTRO 2015 BAJO EL NÚMERO 1508054824157