A Wattpad Editors Choice. Tearing away all the papers of a bulletin board brings Edward Ruiz face to face with Adam Yuan, a young man who disappeared six years ago when he was only fourteen. Directly after, Edward is overtaken by a voice inside his head - a voice claiming to be that of Adam himself. Dragged into a nightmare he thinks he has nothing to do with, Edward's world is overcome by grisly hallucinations and shady dealings with the FBI who are questioning the medical agency he works for. Adam is pleading for his help so that he might finally escape his captor. All the while, a timer is set above both of their heads - and it's counting down fast. Cover created by: @CLAYTONMKHIZE

The Reso star system haunts Captain Aliyn Flynn's dreams. Sent on a high-risk mission to uncover its secrets, she and the enigmatic Tyr Logan must find the truth before it's too late for the galaxy. *** Across the Milky Way, the Reso system is feared. Its gas giant, Plenare, destroys any ship that ventures too close. After a narrow escape from Reso, Aliyn Flynn and her crew draw the attention of Earth's government---and are thrust into a mission to uncover what lies within it. Complicating everything is Tyr Logan, her newly assigned executive officer-brilliant, guarded, and impossible to ignore. To uncover the truth, they must decipher a secret buried deep in the past---one that could reshape everything they know--and determine the fate of everything they hold dear. [[Word count: 100,000-150,000 words]] Content warning: Violence Watty Winner 2017

"The Picture of Dorian Gray" tells of a young man named Dorian Gray, the subject of a painting by artist Basil Hallward. Basil is impressed by Dorian's beauty and becomes infatuated with him, believing his beauty is responsible for a new mode in his art. Dorian meets Lord Henry Wotton, a friend of Basil's, and becomes enthralled by Lord Henry's world view. Espousing a new hedonism, Lord Henry suggests the only things worth pursuing in life are beauty and fulfilment of the senses.

Long ago stood the kingdom of Requiem, a land of men who could grow wings and scales, breathe fire, and take flight as dragons. Requiem ruled the sky. But Dies Irae, a tyrant leading an army of griffins, hunted Requiem's people, burned their forests, and shattered their temples. Requiem fell. This ancient land now lies in ruin, its halls crumbled, its cries silenced, its skeletons littering the burned earth. In the wilderness, a scattering of survivors lives in hiding. The griffins still hunt them, and every day promises death. Will Requiem's last children perish in exile... or once more become dragons and fly to war?

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.