2014 Copyright © A. M. Forest All Rights Reserved Guardinals: once a powerful title held by warriors, now a powerful title held by barbarians. After the brutal Celestial Brethren War, the Guardinals and shifters like them were banished to the realm Guardia to live the rest of their lives, away from the mortal world. With their skills no longer used for protecting, the Elders turned warriors into gladiators. One thousand mortal years later, the last Relic Dragon is on the verge of becoming a Guardinal. Her name is Apolla. Blood and glory is what she knows best. Three hundred years after mastering every battle art known to her world, she earned the mark of the Guardinal by killing every enemy she met with blue flames. That was until another Guardinal Ward was destroyed. Now with a threat of a dangerous opponent and new arrivals coming to her Ward, she is forced to do something she never knew was an option: teach. Being threatened into doing it wasn't sitting well with her, so her trusted companions dig for the truth as she does what she's told. Journey through Apolla's struggle to find herself and protect the ones she loves as she tries to uncover the truth behind her past, her present, her future and the future of those closest to her.

Book 3 de l'Ange de la Mort Angely, disparue, a été considérée pour morte après des recherches infructueuses. Chacun tente alors de reprendre un semblant de vie normal. Mais comment faire quand le fantôme de celle qu'il aimait le hante ? Nathaniel n'a pas d'autre choix que de s'accrocher. Fanfiction sur le Jeu Amour Sucré #94 dans Roman d'amour *^* A éditer. Présence de fautes et de quiproquos.

[HISTOIRE EN PAUSE] Elle ne connait que l'obscurité. Depuis toujours, tout lui semble être confiné dans cette chambre, là où elle passe le clair de son temps. Battue et jetée comme un déchet dans cette pièce, elle passe son temps à dormir pour faire passer le temps. Qu'arrivera-t-il le jour où un cambrioleur entrera par sa fenêtre et la découvrira ? © Lil-Anastasia. Tu me piques mon histoire, je te retrouve et je te laisse imaginer ce que je te ferais subir ^-^ AME SENSIBLE S'ABSTENIR En effet, cette histoire comporte de la violence et des propos vulgaires, et même si je pense que vous avez pu lire bien pire ailleurs, je n'aime pas trop faire face à ce genre de registre, d'où ma petite prévention !

Bullying is a cycle. That's a fact, so when Lana Winters gets stuck in the cycle of being bullied, she doesn't know how to get out of it unscathed. Her solution? Pack her belongings, move to a different town, and create a new name for herself. She exchanges her old problems for a new set, though-Old Lana is the victim, but New Lana is the bully. She believes she's out of the cycle, but the reality is that she's still stuck inside of it. And, somehow, she can't get out of it. "It wasn't my fault, and it wasn't hers. The thing was: we didn't know that."

How far would you go to save your family's life? On River Thorne's fifteenth birthday, her grandfather suffers a hit to the head and ends up in a deadly coma. For the orphaned River, all hope seems lost, until a mysterious girl in a red cloak appears, claiming to be able to cure her grandfather. But how can the stranger help? And more importantly, what does she want in return?

Would you sell your heart to see the one you love? That is what Kierran Caradoc did when the love of his life was stolen from him by a drunk driving accident. Devastated and desperate to see her again, Kierran was visited by the Greek God of nightmares, Phobetor whom appeared in one of his dreams. Phobetor presented him an offer; He would grant Kierran the ability to see and touch his dead lover in the form of a dream, if Kierran sold him his heart. Without much debate, Kierran agreed. Phobetor gave him three simple reminders; 1. The longer Kierran stays in the alternate world, the more madness occurs. 2. Everything inside Kierrans' mind will be presented in the world. and finally, if any mortal enters the dream world, all will be lost. Join Kierran on his quest to save the world he created in an epic battle of mind games, magic and love.

A book of thoughts, pains and joys, served cold. No sugar to sweeten it up. i'm but a throbbing cluster of pain waiting longing to be released into nothingness

Thomas Mabel can ride a mule until his rear goes numb, raise and shear and herd a flock of sheep, and most importantly, withstand the abuse of his father for sixteen years without a single complaint. Sadly anything beyond the whimsical tales of scallywags and swashbuckling that he and his younger sister shared are not on that list. Which would be pretty useful when he gets offered an escape from a pirate at the market. No strings attached, unless you count capturing the princess of Spain for ransom to prove his loyalty.

She was loved for her blithe spirits. She was way too outgoing with whoever she could talk with. She was as tender as a young bud; a girl with no limits for her selflessness. Until selfishness, with it's heavy, premeditated steps, crushed her with no sympathy, leaving all but little crumbs behind. But they started healing. These little nothings started alleviating into a new, independent body with a brand-new soul that got fiercer than ever. ❄❄❄❄❄ #WContest2015 entry