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Angel of Fire - Requiem of Lost Souls - Book Two by Somerlea
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I climbed out of my watery grave stronger, deadlier, and even more powerful than before with one mission on my mind. And one mission only. Revenge. First order of business? Find the witch who turned my friends into flesh eating monsters, and make her pay. Second order of business? Make her pay some more. If it's a fight she wants, she just found one. Some people need to learn lessons the hard way. Before you play with fire, you should know who you're playing with. Black magic is bad. But I'm bad-ass. Hold on tight because things are about to get very, very revengy. I'm one pissed off weapon of mass destruction. I may have been designed to destroy the world, but I'm going to enjoy destroying that witch so much more. Copyright © 2014 ~ Somerlea All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.
The Fifth Element by Sammmy134
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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.