highest ranking #2 (13.11.18) a collection of stories i'll never complete, poetry that's second place material, fantasies that will never come true and a bunch of other mediocre things. I wrote this at like 14 or something so please don't the judge the cringe content I tried lmaoooo ||some poems further down the book might be triggering to some readers, but I have put a warning before the actual poem. stay safe xx||

Areon Halfcrest moves to a new city two weeks before graduation. He hopes to just have a casual two weeks till summer. Though he soon learns that some things in life don't go as plan. He learns a few things that will change his life forever. Aragon Viewstone is the Mr. Popular of his school. He is a jock, bad boy, and player. He is also a rare hybrid of being part magician and part werewolf. He can't wait till school is over and he can go to Crystalview, the university for magicians. He soon learns of some mysterious things going on around his town and he decides to stop it. *Sorry I'm not good with summaries. Just please read it. There will be homosexuality in this. And if you don't like it then don't read it*

Set in a world with mystical creatures, and most of all, dragons. The dragon Queen and King from long long ago made a deal with the humans; ever year the King and Queen of the humans would hold a festival to gather 16 year olds from all over. Each country would hold one so that everyone had a chance. After they have all met they would go one by one and place their hand upon the gem that their country is trusted with. If the gem glows red then they would be a dragon rider, nothing would happen if you were not chosen. On rare cases the stones have glowed a purple and they were able to meet the King and Queen dragon to see if one of their eggs would be their match. Why do they choose riders? You may ask. Well there are evil dragons called shadow dragons who have been trying to kill the Queen and King dragons for as long as time. So will the shadow dragons take over or will they be shoved back into the shadow from wince they came? Read to find out.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.