Long ago, dragons and phoenixes ruled in secret; their clans unmatched in power. Chaos tore the world apart... Then he came... the dark lord, Vexmire. He was stronger than the dragon or phoenix rulers themselves. Born of fear... of hatred - with a single and ultimate goal... to conquer the world The clan members sacrificed themselves to create Falling Towers - a place to contain the evil dark lord. Decades passed... war erupted between the clans... Falling Towers, left unchecked. The evil escaped. His core... hidden in the crystal spring... healing and waiting The last of the clan heirs survives among humans. A dragon prince & a phoenix princess who the rest - other than their clan leaders - believed to be dead. Now one knew how to stop the dark king. The only clue was a piece of prophecy which no one understood... *** The sky blazes beneath the glazing sun Or either wane under the waxing moon Let the jade in fire and the spirit scale sword Rekindle the light within the dark......

She woke up married to a billionaire. Now she has to remember why. Peyton Adair is seventeen, stubborn, and the last thing she remembers is Cape Heron's bonfire, sand under her feet, a voice too close in the dark. Then she wakes up in a luxury penthouse with stitches on her forehead, bruised ribs that make breathing hurt, and a simple gold band on her left hand. Her husband is Jamison Kade. Nineteen, tabloid famous, billionaire heir. The kind of reckless rich boy the world loves to hate, and the kind her best friend Rain swears is nothing but trouble. Peyton doesn't remember meeting him. She doesn't remember the hospital. She doesn't remember signing anything, but the paperwork is real.