FIFTH BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES 𝘈𝘯 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘈 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺. 𝘈 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘦. Destinies unfold as the island falls into chaos brought about by the disappearance of the Virtakios. June Sylkrana, an heir to a conflicted dynasty, has been given a second chance. With Xanthy's secret heavy on his shoulders, three people desperate to end his life, and guilt from his past choices coming back, he must outrun past and present foes before they get him. Rhys Torlin, an heir to a broken dynasty, is supposed to have only one path. With the island divided, his sister broken after witnessing their territory fall, and a golden opportunity he cannot ignore, he has to step forward before ruin meets those he loves. Cyrdel Sonasson, an heir to an enslaved race, has experienced everything. With him escaping a siege and his parents' deaths weighing him down, he stands to lose one more thing for everyone's sake. Paths meet and end at the Ice Capital, the extinct Ice Sprites' last stronghold. Cardovia and Synketros surface, ushering the island into a new age of havoc. Myths long forgotten prove to be the foundation of the world they know. They must now face the looming destruction before history repeats itself. In the face of loss and ruin, they will either choose to save the island or hasten its destruction. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• ©2020 (First Edition) ©2021 (Second Edition) [130,000 - 140,000 words] [Cover by @Moxartx ; Text & Graphics by @Exequinne]

FOURTH BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES 𝘈 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. 𝘈 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦. Xanthiene Vivenca, a fairy with a bounty for her soul, is caught between saving the island or saving herself. With the chaos reigning in the wake of the Imperial Palace's fall, the weight of her friends' betrayals and lies on her shoulders, and the inevitable death of someone she loved, she must sift through the island for a promise of changing her destiny. Nyxis Helgase, a boy with nowhere left to go, is stuck between his friends and his emotions. With the imminent attack in the Nature Fairy territory, the anger clouding his judgment, and a duty he can't deny of a friend, he faces a choice to either save his friends or doom them forever. Reeca Torlin, a disgraced heir, is torn between walking the path to victory and absolving her guilt. With two hidden bases to infiltrate, two mighty leaders to sneak past, and the knowledge of the real power they sought to defeat, she confronts a choice promising salvation on one hand and destruction on the other. Two more kingdoms are bound to fall with the Virtakios distracted. Cardovia is reckless. Synketros has no patience left. The choices are laid out. They only had to choose right, and decide if it's for their sake or the world's. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2020 (First Edition) © 2021 (Second Edition) [110,000 - 120,000 words] [Cover by @Moxartx ; Text & Graphics by @Exequinne]

THIRD BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES 𝘈 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘈 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘺𝘯𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺. 𝘈 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳. 𝘈 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴. Two sides of the same coin are brought to the light as the war grasps more of the island. Xanthiene Vivenca, a fairy possessing the most coveted magic on the island, is thrown inside a world of mayhem when Peltra, the island's most fortified city, falls under the hands of an unknown force. Rikavien Torlin and Elred Valkalin, two misfits from different territories, face an organized attack determined to bring down the shard fairies' territory. With a notorious assassin requesting an audience with the Virtakios, displaced pixies relying on her for help, and a mystery surrounding June and his past, Xanthy must delve into the depths of the Imperial City to untangle a string of lies and betrayal and of blood and destiny. With the fall of mighty dynasties, Xanthy and Reeca find friends and foes alike in their quest for power and truth. The war rages and the weak are the first to die. Now, they have to win even when they don't know who the enemy is before the war devours them all. ˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°•˜"°•.˜"°• © 2019 (First Edition) © 2021 (Second Edition) [90,000 - 100,000 words] [Cover by @Moxartx ; Text & Graphics by @Exequinne]

SECOND BOOK OF THE CHRONICLES OF FANTASILIA SERIES 𝘈𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦. 𝘈 𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘛𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴. 𝘈 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘫𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. Xanthiene Vivenca, after the grueling battle in the Human Queen's palace, is now at the doors of her real race, the Brownies in hopes of finding solace. But when a dangerous plague creeps inexorably closer towards the Capital, Xanthy finds herself knee-deep on a mass grave with lives to save. With hundreds of Brownie lives in her hands, a dangerous path to tackle, a rebellion against the only place that can help her, and an unexpected enemy brought about by her mistake, Xanthy must learn to trust in her power and in herself to save everyone and finally get the peace she desires. The war continues unseen, digging its claws on the fragile dust the world is built upon. Destruction must be stopped before there is nothing left. ˜"*°•.˜"*°•˜"*°•.˜"*°•˜"*°•.˜"*°• © 2019 (First Edition) © 2021 (Second Edition) [130,000 - 140,000 words] [Cover by @Moxartx ; Text & Graphics by @Exequinne]

Secrets of the Silver Fox and Company 0.5 Queen of Tricks They call her a thief, a liar, a murderer, a traitor. They call her the Silver Fox and the Queen of Tricks. But how exactly did Vienna Fox get her silver? Cover by silverstorme

(First book of the series - cos people keep on missing my sequel announcement 😭) Cassandra Johnson is Pixie. Pixie is Cassandra Johnson. She's the same girl who's leading two extremely different lives. Nobody would suspect the school's nerd as Pixie. 'Cause Pixie's a street fighter badass and the nerd does not have a single badass bone in her body. The chances of people discovering this peculiar secret is close to none but of course this is where fate inserts the certified new boy into the equation and makes an exception for him. Warning: heavy flow of profanities ahead. - and tears - or so I've heard.

TO LISTEN TO THE AUDIOBOOK OF THE LAST NECROMANCER FOR FREE check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@cjarcherauthor For five years, Charlotte (Charlie) Holloway has lived as a boy in the slums. But when one theft too many gets her arrested, her only means of escape lies with a dead man. Charlie hasn't raised a spirit since she first discovered she could do so five years ago. That time, her father banished her. This time, she brings even more trouble upon herself. People are now hunting Charlie all over London, but only one man succeeds in capturing her. Lincoln Fitzroy is the mysterious head of a secret organization on the trail of a madman who needs a necromancer to control his newly "made" creatures. There was only one known necromancer in the world - Charlotte - but now there appears to be two. Lincoln captures the willful Charlie in the hopes the boy will lead him to Charlotte. But what happens when he discovers the boy is in fact the young woman he's been searching for all along? And will she agree to work for the man who held her against her will, and for an organization she doesn't trust? Because Lincoln and his ministry might be just as dangerous as the madman they're hunting.

PART 2 OF Practicing My First Real Kiss. May first kiss na ba kayo? AKO? HINDI KO ALAM! Pero, considered bang first kiss kahit 'NAKALIMUTAN' mo na? Well, siguro nga. First kiss ko na siya. But for me, he's not my first REAL kiss! Kasi hindi ko siya KILALA!

There are some absolute truths I believe in. You have to have principles, if you want to survive in this world. You need something to hold on to; to survive the bumps in the road life throws in your way. Call it what you want, but it's like there's a set of laws of physics my very own world operates on. I know who I am. My name is Anna Johnson. I am an elemental witch and my element is air. From the diary of Anna Johnson

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.