In the lands of Kainor some people are born with runes. These runes, scrawled in black at the base of the right side of the neck, grant the person a certain power. These powers can range from cooking to combat and some can be very powerful and others not so much. One girl is born with a different rune, a golden rune painted on her face. The strange rune gives her strange powers. She is able to steal other people's runes. Now a dangerous assassin, Laika travels the lands of Kainor until she is finally captured by the King of Galabee's soldiers. She is used as a brute to strike fear into the King's not so loyal subjects, while she is kept company by the King's two sons. One of whom helps her realize that maybe she is more than just a killer. (This book is no longer updating; I started writing when I was young and it no longer reflects my writing style.) Cover made by Black_Phoniex

How do you fight evil if death is not the end? Seventeen-year-old Mia trusts no-one. She wants to - she'd give almost anything to be able to - but when your survival depends on the acute awareness of every whim and mood swing of your narcissistic, rage-filled mother, anxiety becomes a default state. Mia has become expert at reading body language, facial expressions, vocal fluctuations - permanently prepared to fight, flee or freeze at the slightest hint of anger, aggression or even just disapproval. Mia's learned it's easier to be alone. But Mia's not alone. When the people children are supposed to be safest with abuse them, it's common to develop this hyper-aware state. Doctors have a name for it: hyper-vigilance. The recruitment scouts at Kazemoto Security (Supernatural Division) have a word for it, too: potential. *** Chapters will be posted here on Wattpad as well as its own Wordpress blog and in podcast form (read by me - eek!) on iTunes, YouTube, & SoundCloud. If you'd like to receive an email from me whenever a new chapter is released, and be first to know little extras about the world of WoWaM like: what exactly are Gossips and their fellow Shades? or; what are the real-world inspirations for the international locations we'll visit as WoWaM unfolds? sign up for my WoWaM readers group at www.tinyletter.com/darcyconroy You'll also be able to send me messages, asking your own questions so that I know what interests you most. I'll do my best to answer as well as I can, as soon as I can (no spoilers, though!)

The one thing Ilsa wanted was to escape. She wanted freedom from her current oppression, and that was what she got. The military accepted her, and she trained hard, trying to throw away her dark past while disguised as a boy. Then, tragedy had to come along and break down her walls. --------------- TW//family abuse and death, suicidal thoughts, violence, war This anime (Attack on Titan) does not belong to me; all credit goes to Hajime Isayama. "Mask" is ranked #5 in Attack on Titan "Mask" is now featured on the Official #JustBeYourself Reading List

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

"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.

After the war between Usmon and Eplar worsened the youngest of all three Eplaren Princesses, Rose, has to go undercover. She works as a servant to spy on King Gregory of Usmon's castle. But somewhere along the way her and Prince Leo start to become friends and maybe even more than friends and she has to choose what side she is on.