In Elemental magic you can be one of four magic types; water, fire, earth, and air. The only problem is Violet is none of these things. Is she what they call a magic dud, or is she something rarer, more powerful, and more dangerous than anyone could have imagined!? Teasers, "Em, most girls sneak out for a boy, you sneak out for a unicorn." I began to cry as it reached for my face."No!" I screamed. "Please No!" I went to pull back the shower curtain, but some nagging thought in the back of my head stopped me. I didn't have a little brother, so why was there a little boy in my bathroom? I gulped and with shaking hands pulled back the shower curtain. "What!? How could that be!?" I yelled, and covered my hand with my mouth. Shouting wasn't such a good idea right at this moment. If someone heard us and came up here to investigate the noise we were making, they would find a boy and a girl, a bloody knife with both their finger prints on it, and a very very dead body. "Don't touch her!" he hissed and lunged at Henry. Running through the night wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital dress, while waving a dismembered hand in his hand, was a strangeness no regular person could hope to inspire to.

Wren Martin is socially awkward. She blocks off herself to the world, hiding behind her favorite hoodie. All she wants to do is keep a low profile, and graduate well enough to qualify for a college scholarship. But then a babysitting job leads her to cross paths with Asher Reed, Eastview Highʼs notorious athlete. When a field injury kickstarts his senior year, heʼs turning his free time and attention to Wren. And maybe she might not want to be invisible after all. ***** [Watty's Collector's Edition Winner] [TFA Runaway Prize Winner] [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Ashley Santoro

I stumbled through the alleys of London hoping to find some shelter from the terrible storm. I looked down at my right missing hand which would have probably made it easier to find shelter, I cried in pain falling onto my shoulder feeling a loud crack. I slammed my left fist into the ground as tears of pain flowed down my face "I won't be able to get any help I'm as good as dead!" I yelled standing and running holding my shoulder crying. I rushed towards the closest spot which was a bridge leading to the river, it was covered in hard solid ice. I climbed over the safety rail. "Excuse me, but do 'ee plan to jump?" I turned around seeing a man with orange hair and a toothy smile and green eyes, he was handsome but dressed goofy like a joker. "I will" I say wiping my tears " why would 'ee do that?" He asked "I have nothing left and can't do anything missing a hand" I hold up my right arm. He chuckles "if you were to trust me I could fix you and help you live a new life"