In the world Inamorta the nations are still at war. Many empires are forming, mimicking the ways of the Order Empire but with different ways and techniques of battling. In General Spear's - a commander of an empire- point of view, read as he battles every empire, learning new ways, and discovering secrets of new empires and mysteries of Inamorta.

A down-on-his-luck Necromancer and his dimwitted skeleton companion find a powerful, ancient artifact. But when it accidentally goes off and kills a powerful Paladin, they're forced to flee town. After meeting up with a young woman and her Ogre companion, the Necromancer finds a new purpose and a new life.

There was a time when the king of the human world raged war between humans and dragonkind, forcing their rulers to seal the portal between both worlds and leave the one thing they loved above all else behind. Now, in a land full of turmoil, one huntress learns of her bloodline and how she alone has the ability to harness her dragon's power and save both lands. Will she be able to free the human citizens from their tyrant leader and save her own people from extinction? Or will she fall prey to those wanting to use her powers for their own greed? *Currently working on re-writes of this story. Will be awhile* -3/14/23 *Cover is made by Christina aka Surehuinel from deviantart.com, her work is amazing please check it out http://surehuinel.deviantart.com/

Kath remembers her gran, many years ago, telling her she wasn't mad - the voices she could hear were real - but years later, she's long forgotten she could ever hear whispers in the wind and voices that weren't hers. Now, she's an adult working a 9-5 job in the City. But one night, walking home along the river, she sees and hears things that couldn't possibly be real. And when her new colleague turns out to be more than just mysterious - when the voices that aren't real start speaking again - Kath knows her gran was right all along... Cover art by the wonderful @LeighWStuart! * FINISHED! *

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.