My heart hammers in my chest. Fire trails down my spine. My shoulders contort, my back stretches, my face breaks... I fight him. I struggle. I rage. And still I am being taken. My sight fades. The sharp tang of blood is an endless. The world around me is nothing but the black of my own insanity and I am dying. It mocks me. I cry at it, cry my anger, my sadness, my pain, and it hangs listlessly in the sky, suspended by heartstrings and I know I want nothing more than to cut them and take it from it's sparkling home in the sky and hold it out to my brother and say, "You see? You see what this had made me become?" And then running. Running and running and running and, then, red.

I hear people, Inside my head. Their mouths don't move, yet they still speak to me. They don't acknowledge i'm listening, even though i am. I'm a mind reader, and nobody knows. Or so I thought.... People are out to get me. To figure out why i'm so different. They don't care about me. Just my brain. If they find me, they will kill me...

Terrilor has definitely not always been a peaceful nation. Even from the very beginning, when men first came to the island, they warred with the native elves. Over the many generations since humankind first arrived in Terrilor, much has happened. Wars have been fought between powerful men with mighty armies at their backs. Rebellions have been staged, with the peasantry overthrowing their tyrannical masters. The slave trade was abolished, and bitter war erupted from this. Wealth has been acquired and lost, friendships made and broken, Gods have reigned and been forgotten. Since the overthrowing of the Naburan Kings, however, peace has reigned for nigh on two centuries. However, this seemingly endless peace is shaken to its very core when, out of nowhere arises a new god, one that no one has heard of. The Forgotten One, Varkanah, God of Blood and Lord of Hell, is hungry from long years of starvation. For generations he has gone without that which gives him sustenance: blood. When Varkanah’s new prophet, a mysterious magician called Balahim, leads an army against the serene prairie village of Valdi and slaughters the people there for Varkanah’s thirst, the only survivors, a young man named Saeran Randsly and his cousin Drennan, seek revenge for the death of their family. What readers are saying about “A Sacrifice for Varkanah”: “The way you write is very polished and refined, and I believe that it has true potential.” “I've been meaning to read this for a while and I have to say, I'm really glad I did. This seriously is the best fantasy I've ever read on Wattpad.” “I added, voted, fanned, and liked. If there were a "Love" option, I'd definitely choose it.”

War has come to Elaech. In order to fund his new war in Gallanuul, King Allard Navri has placed unbearably high taxes on his people, taxes that they simply cannot pay. Mothers send their sons off to die for a king who cares nothing for them in a war they want no part of. Families crumble under the pressure of collecting enough money just to stay alive. Children are forced to work in slave-like conditions in order to keep food on the table. One man, however, does not stand for this. Dorad Erilion, a young lord of Elaech and a member of the former King's court, calls for the people to rise up in revolution against this new king. The lesser lords, who are suffering under the new reign because of the loss of the peasantry, flock to Dorad Erilion's banner in the hopes of defeating the King Allard in his mighty castle in Werach. This rebellion must succeed, however, for if they do not, no mortal strength can save them from the wrath of the Coward King.

Fate did not seem kind to Faragon. Thrust out of his home and immersed in a epic struggle, Faragon must now learn to wield the powers of his Sword and fulfill his destiny. He has to. Now their next goal would lead them to a web of politics, corruption, lies and uprising. And to make matters worse, the evil they fight isn't so dead anymore...

Faragon never thought of himself as a hero... He was a hunter, a son, a survivor. However, he has dark past that would not cease to hound him. His world is in an age of tumult, and chaos. And a dead evil is stirring in the dark... Soon, Faragon is swept away to a destiny that he had never dreamed of...

The Officials is the hardest, cruellest, most barbaric game in the history of television programmes, sending children aged 13-17 into the very real, very serious and very forbidding world of death. Their task once in the Maze is simple – Kill everybody who isn’t on your side by any means possible. There are 10 teams of 10 people, sorted out before entering the Maze, who help, protect and fight with you till the very end. Only one team can win the Officials, and so no other teams are able to live, making the lives of each individual very fearsome, distressing and miserable. Why enter this slaughter house you may ask? These children have been driven to the absolute extreme all for the thing that would make anyone brave enough risk death. The prize for winning the Officials is eternal glory, lasting fame, permanent wealth, and anything else anybody has ever wished for in their wildest dreams. All of this comes with the terrible risk of possible death, however, and most people bale out at the statistic of 10/100 children, at maximum, making it out alive. The people brave enough, and every year the Officials manage to find 100 of them, enter the Maze knowing too well that they probably won’t leave it. This is what the world has come to – Making children kill each other for an entertainment programme.

Xandria has been blind since birth but coming from an ancient bloodline of guardians, she has a great destiny before her. As the descendent of Arthur's Merlin she has to find the chosen one now that evil is rising and pass on the secrets of excalibur so that the chosen can rival the darkness. But without the gift of sight, will she be able to find him/her before evil intervenes.

(Historical Fiction / Adventure) Treachery and intrigue, adventure, action and romance are at the fore in this tale set around the legends of Arthur and Merlin. The court of King Arthur is under threat from Hengist's Saxons who, lured by the promise of gold and land, surge out from the Saxon Shore to wreak havoc in the peaceful lands beyond. The Knights of the Round Table and their allies sally forth to defend the fragile peace. Will traitors bring down Camelot and the Kingship of Arthur? Can Merlin find the legendary hoard of the Dragon? Merlin's Gold awaits, for those who are brave or foolish enough to seek it out...

After a great victory in the elven city of Sudegam, Searon finds himself at peace where he can finally rest. Or can he? As soon as everything seems to settle down after the battle and they are awaiting the celebration feast of victory; Andron, a human who was presumed dead has returned with ill tidings. He claims to have seen a large force growing of all creatures as if a great attack was being planned. Included in his sights were a strong and growing force of Nacropi, a new species of giant scorpions brought to life by Necromancers. He claims they are preparing for war if there is any chance to survive something must be done right away. Searon has to turn his defensive ideas to the wizard Karceoles, and the new elven archer he just met Anaela. He begins to develop a fondness for Anaela right away, a fondness that isn't shown from even the rest of the elves, because she is an outcast- being the only wood elf in a high elf city. Normally Searon would confide in his good elven friend Starlyn, but she had an important task that she had to leave on in secret. Nobody seems to know where Starlyn went, or what was so important to her that she abandoned them, and her lifelong cause of finding her sister Arria. Meanwhile while she's gone Arria beings to surface once again, finally coming from the shadows to reek havoc on Sudegam. Searon must decide if he can help lead the elves to victory, or if even the new human alliance with the elves won't be enough, and another alliance needs to be formed, a dangerous alliance.