"In every generation, there is a chosen one. She alone will stand against the vampires, the demons, and the forces of darkness. She is the Slayer." At least, this was the way things tended to work, back before the world knew Buffy Summers. Now, every girl with the potential to be a Slayer was a Slayer. But not every girl was truly meant to be the Slayer, in the end. So the experts say. When young Joe (Real name; Angelica) Loranger meets a wide cast of likeable and dislikeable characters, she's suddenly forced to bring back her past, and face grim truths about herself she never wanted to admit, while fighting to stop an evil more ancient than the earth itself from escaping its twisted prison. (Yes. This is a Buffy the Vampire Slayer fanfiction. Yes, it is next generation. No, almost none of the characters have any relation to the original characters. Yes, Spike is in this story. Because it wouldn't be a BtVS fanfic without him.)

❝Darkness cannot defeat darkness. Only light can do that.❞ The kingdom of Arzaiya is a wondrous place, a land lost in time, corralled by the Evermists, and the sanctuary of the Balance. Magic fills its valleys, and tops its mountains. Ancient arts lost long, long ago are common here. For young dreamers in Arzaiya, to take up these arts is to achieve some kind of respect. These dreamers often band together, in groups called guilds, where they can hone their skills, teach others, and, of course, find suitable jobs for their talents. In a land of such peace, it seems darkness may not even exist... But that would be a lie. On a day that comes in only a hundred or so years, an eclipse passes over the sun on the day of the summer solstice, allowing many strange, magical, and sometimes miraculous things to happen. And on this day, a young girl known only as Nevaiana arrives on the doorstep of a steadily-growing, promising guild known as the Silver Dreams Guild, cloaked entirely in black, with no recollection of her past. As the growing darkness in Arzaiya, and in the guild, becomes more evident, Nevaiana is faced with the ever-growing ominous wall of fear and doubt directed towards her, without even knowing why. Someone wants her gone, and gone forever, and it all has something to do with who she was- Or who she still is.

Would it shock you to learn that the most ancient, powerful, knowledgeable races out there, is no bigger than the tip of your pinky? Twenty year-old woman Bethany Jones certainly knows. These creatures, called the Aro'Mati, rely on hosts. Hosts of any kind. While they themselves are strictly neutral, the gifts they bring can be used in any way the host would use them, which is why there are those out there who would do anything to get their hands, claws, or tentacles on just one Aro'Mati. The Erocti, a group of Aro'Mati host alien bounty hunters, and the group Bethany works with, is in charge of locating, saving, and protecting any and all Aro'Mati, and keeping them out of reach of far more hostile forces. But the Erocti are falling apart from within. Someone wants Eroski, the Aro'Mati residing in Bethany, and someone wants it badly. Badly enough that they'll rip the entire solar system apart in order to get what they want. And where does this put Bethany? This puts Bethany on the front line; the last stand for Earth, possibly the entire galaxy, and beyond. Book © 2013 Punkinator Cover © 2013 CrazyReader2727

We know so much about our world. Or, at least, we think we do. We actually know very little, at least about the world around us. But you'd be surprised about the things out there. Did you know that the secret to eternal life lies in one tiny, gossamer insect? Or that creatures of myth and legend roam the wildest regions of our world, unheard, and unseen? Did you know that supposedly everyday people you see around you, might not be what they seem to be? Did you know that the stars are alive? No, you didn't, I'll bet. There are so many secrets undiscovered. Our religions, myths, legends, and stories are based on a world, deeply intertwined with our own. Sadly, some stories, are never told. Mine was almost one of them. My name is Sarah Johnson, and this is my story. *This is not exactly family-friendly, as there is blood, violence, and swearing. However, aside from that, there is only a few slightly mature scenes, nothing that will make you young'uns' parents out there overly crazy. *This belongs entirely to me. If I see this posted anywhere else, and not by me, or without my permission, I'll have every right to ask you to remove it.