In a world where Wardens are forged from raw, force-driven power-transforming their bodies to battle ferocious beasts and dominate the land-only the strongest survive. These warriors harness their inner energy, reshaping their bodies to match the unrelenting chaos of their world. But beside them, the Weavers exist, not to destroy, but to guide. Weavers draw their strength from the soul, soothing the raging power of Wardens and shaping their energy with delicate precision. Together, they are the perfect balance-one destructive, one restorative. But what happens when a Weaver rejects their gentle nature and embraces the brutal path of the Warden? When a soul built to heal and guide chooses to fight, will they survive the beast-infested lands, or will their own instincts betray them? In the outlaw territories, where chaos reigns and survival is the only law, a Weaver who walks a Warden's path risks not only their life but their very essence. Can they master the raw power of the Wardens, or will the beasts-and the world itself-consume them?

Violet Calla Lily I walked by in the dark Dizzying scent We are but simple flowers This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 3 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Everything is under control Not until i meet their King------- BLOODY QUEEN I love Blood. Ohh Scratch that I love drinking Blood.. They call me King Because I'am Their King------ KING VLAD