The Vallen are a race of extraordinary humans, marked with tattooed forearms and incredible gifts. Though hated by humans, they have lived in relative peace with them for the last fifty years. Eira never knew she was one of them, until one day her forearm is marked with a fresh tattoo and her life is changed forever. She is thrown into a world she knows nothing about and soon finds out that she will play a key part in the future of the Vallen. **IMPORTANT NOTES:** * This story is my own and not a fanfiction * * This is book one in what I hope to make into a Wattpad exclusive series * * There is a love plotline in this but excuse me while I set it up*

Dorien has played all of the games. He has won Vocan's Tournament, defeated his oldest foe and won back his home and his title from Old King Alfric. But now his life is no longer a series of games, to fail now is to die. Dorien returns to Hovalli and must balance what he wants with what is best for his city and for the empire. With new friends, old allies and unexpected enemies the real test now begins, and all of Hominum is watching. Set just days after the contest between Prince Dorien and Inquisitor Samil, and leading up to the final battle at Vocans from 'Battlemage', this is the second part of the Hovat story.

(A summoner FanFic) The elven front is gaining more casualties as days go by. Peace talks are underway, but the best elves could gain in this negotiation is becoming the shield for human troops. They rather not think of worse. Elves are weak. Not by nature, but summoners are what kept both realms under their own liberty against aggressive orcs. The death of their demons long ago signaled their fall in power. The elves needed to find a way out of their own doing. They began to reflect back of their glorious past. Specifically, to the elves who were not at the same time. They, who were rivaled by no one in the field of magic, who gifted the elves of knowledge to summon, who were betrayed and gave cold shoulders to the world, the Blood Elves. Blood elves agreed, albeit with one reminder. "Good luck."

Okay the title is terrible but check this out! When Alec got to Magnus he was pouring a tumbler of vodka."Magnus.." Alec said softly. "Come on." When he reached for the glass, Magnus grabbed his wrist and pulled Alec against his chest.Magnus set the glass on the counter. "Alexander. Now that you're here again, I'm not letting you go."

Maaaalec babes!! I ship it hard so I decided to write a story about it.