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Carnival Souls by RedasNight
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COMPLETED: 2019 Watty Award Winner in Fantasy Every night she plays...and every night they come... Lira is a violinist by nature and a performer by imprisonment. Stolen as a child by a malevolent wraith and trapped in the Spirit World, Lira now spends her days playing the very music that seduced her in the first place. She sees no escape from her existence under the sorceress Bebinn, until one day her music lures Owen who, at age 16, is supposed to be too old to succumb to its spell. Imprisoned alongside Lira and desperate to find a way back home, Owen vows to find a way to free them both. The only problem: no one has ever escaped Bebinn and the Spirit World alive. 1st Place Winner in Fantasy for the Undiscovered Writer Awards! 1st Place in Fantasy for the Hidden Author Awards! 1st Place in Fantasy for the Hot Dog Awards! Winner of @EventualElites "Hypnotized and Hooked" Award! 3rd Place in Fantasy for the Book Center's Summer Awards! Cover by: @Baneen121
The Infernal King | 1  ✓ by queentroverted
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❝BUILD AN EMPIRE AND BURN IT TO THE GROUND.❞ The evening prior to the spring equinox, soothsayer and witch, Maarit Pheraios, has an earth-shattering vision regarding the future of Bonvalet. The prophecy speaks of the Infernal Prince, who takes the throne after the death of the king. It is only when King Tevenot is murdered the following day that Maarit comprehends the urgency of the situation. Relying on her prophecy for truth, she notifies as many villagers as she possibly can about the peril that awaits them in the near future. However, when he learns of the warnings she has been giving, Maarit finds herself imprisoned by the Infernal Prince himself. © Copyright 2017 by Lily White. All rights reserved. Featured on October 11, 2017.
The Eye of The Storm by theresa-may
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A permanent supernatural cyclone rages across the mystical country of Thrace. The only inhabitants are those of the royal family who once ruled and they survive only by staying within the eye of the storm. Aella is the daughter of King Thaumas and Queen Electra, and was born after the storm ravaged Thrace. Aella knows the storm didn't always exist. But who hated her family enough to curse them? And can Aella stop it before time runs out? HIGHEST RANKING-8/11/2016- #51 in Fantasy
Of Thorns and Teeth | Book 1 of The Fall by Ange_Ackerman
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[ COMPLETED AND ON THE WATTYS 2017 SHORTLIST - Excerpt Only] In an era where the drums of war echo over the Northern plains, when the arrival of the next Copper Moon brings about whispers of a shadowy threat, Nell Yngram is only concerned with struggling to make ends meet. Earning a living as a Lampgirl, and having serviced the Moreighs for the last couple of years, she yet dreams of being assigned to the family's ancestral home at Ashenlight. Despite talk of dark secrets plaguing the Samarna Palace, Nell only seeks to earn a good enough sum with which to send back to her family and allow her to return to them. At present, however, such a wish seems impossible. Yet when the former Baron passes away under unforseen circumstances, and his exiled son returns with a foreign bride-to-be, it seems that things certainly are about to change... A story about intertwining lives and internal struggles, dark magic in a rapidly-changing society, and the acceptance of Fate. Cover by: @elphadora
Heir of Beasts by swpoet
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[Wattpad Featured Story: Fantasy Hidden Gems] When we were children they whispered about beasts that hid amongst the shifting dunes, dark things with sharp teeth and loud howls and an insatiable thirst. Animals that gutted their prey and left intestines rotting in the sun and bones sprawled out across dried riverbeds. We listened with rapt attention and shivered despite the searing desert heat. But I'm not a child anymore, and I know better. The sand-dusted coyotes, the sleepy vipers-they're just animals, dumb and slow. I've met the real beast of the dunes, and he's nothing like they say. He wears the skin of a man, and the silks of a noble, and spins lies with a silver tongue sharp enough to make the earth bleed... And he holds my life in his blood-stained hands.