This story is about a Cheetah shifter that owns a bookstore that may or may not be haunted. She lives in a small town called Silver Springs, New York. Her best friend and employee Caramel. Ends up sending her to Jewels Cafe for a Pumpkin Spice Latte. When she takes that very first sip everything turns upside down from there on. Some in the best ways possible others well I guess a little fairy dust can make things interesting in many ways. This is fanfiction of the Silver Springs universe. You can find the official books at this link: amazon.com/author/silverspringslibrary

This story follows Marigold, but don't call her that. She goes by Meira now. She showed up in Silver Springs less than a year ago and doesn't seem to want to let anyone in. Her only friend is Ashton, a genie who gets bits and pieces of the past. She doesn't believe in mates or in true love, but what will she do when men start showing up claiming they are her mate and will do anything to prove she can trust them? This is fanfiction of the Silver Springs universe. You can find the official books at this link: amazon.com/author/silverspringslibrary This is an unedited work in progress.

My name is Pebble and I'm a Magpie shifter. Everytime things go missing I get the wrap for it. So I move to get away from everyone I know, start over new where I can't be blamed for anything. Until I went to Silver Springs to that is. Suddenly, I am accused of something I did not do. On top of that I I find out that I have 3 hot as hell mates. All I did was look at that beautiful ring and drink some really good PSL. How will I get out of this and do I really want 3 mates? I mean one is a freaking frog, another is a mouse and the 3rd is a snake. Seriously eww. This is fanfiction of the Silver Springs Universe. You can find the official link here: amazon.com/author/silverspringslibrary

Aliope is the granddaughter of Caliope-the muse of Epic Poetry. She is on the run from Aaron, the "Collector" of rare and powerful creatures. Aaron wants to cage Aliope "Ali" and use her powers to make himself rich. Ali travels town to town in an attempt to escape until she lands in Silver Springs. Silver Springs is supernatural friendly and so inviting that Ali feels safe. While hiding out, Ali meets a basilisk, a centaur, and a thunderbird spirit. Can they help keep Ali safe while vying for her love?

After spending most of his life as a loner, the last thing Luc expected after misplacing his spelled bracelet is to discover that not only does he have one mate but multiple. Is it by chance or was it that book he glanced at the other day? It couldn't have been that book right? It's just a book or is it? This is fanfiction of the Silver Springs universe. You can find the official books at this link: amazon.com/author/silverspringslibrary This is the first draft so please ignore spelling, grammar and punctuation mistakes while reading. I'm going to fix them later. Read at your own discretion.

Hi everyone, my name is Hyacinth and I'm a travel blogger. That's right I get paid to travel around and be all judgemental. Just me and my companion, a snake called Apollo. Anyway, my latest assignment is Silver Springs, nice little place but its got me all in a spin. You see I was offered a bonus if I'd read a specific book, no harm in reading a book, right? Wrong!! Now I'm caught by this love spell which has mixed with my own magic and called my mates to me. There is the creepy hunk from the park who keeps sniffing me, I really wish he would stop that. Demetri, a real Delphian Oracle. Taliesin, my brother's best friend and an Enchanter like me. I just need to do my job while dealing with ego issues and hoping that creepy hunk will talk to me. Amongst all the mayhem that is my life now I forget one thing, Taliesin's father. He hates me. This is fanfiction of the Silver Springs universe. You can find the official books at this link: amazon.com/author/silverspringslibrary

my soul poem

it was just another halloween party or was it

just a poem I have written recently

Pictures of the 7 archangels. All credit goes to the artists.