(WARNING: Some chapters have adult/mature scenes/content. Minors are cautioned.) What will you do when you wake up today, and then realize that you're dead? How will you survive if you find yourself in an unforgiving dangerous unfamiliar place? I am Allayna Jones, and this is my story.

This year, The fates had chosen the Kingdom of Vincia, to begin the Trials of Shadows. No one knows if this will beacon a curse or a gift from the fates, but the Kingdom, is obligated to begin the Trails, and no one can escape the Trials of Shadows. Rachel, age 17, is forced to join the Trail of Shadows.Except this year, the trails are transformed into the prince's little game of girls. This trials contain life threatening situations and competition between life and death. Only the strongest, smartest, and the best, will win the trails and be worthy of being the Prince's bride. But something goes wrong, when his Duke ship, Liam Jackson arrives to the palace. Rachel discovers an affinity that she has, and no one can find out. Magic and love will interfere between Rachel's choice; to save herself from the burdens of her unknown past or to sacrifice herself for the safety o her loved ones. Excerpt* A rough push is escalate against me and my back slams into the wall painfully, as I find him pinning me against it. "Your highness, I think you need to let go now." I try to say but his fists slam into the brick designer wall. He growls as his face lingers to my neck. His grip didn't ease a bit, but rather forces my back to mold into the wall. A throaty animalistic sound echoes from the depth of his throat and I stiffen, when his touch jolted me. Did he just freaking growl? "Let me go!" I demanded, my fists drumming his chest. "My little sweet Rae, where do you think you're going? I'm not done with you, just yet." He murmurs as icy breaths pound onto my scorching skin. I felt something sharp softly gnaw against my collarbone and snip at it. I flinch and realize his teeth had elongated into sharp incisors. My palms push him back and then I forcefully hurl my knee into his groin, when he doesn't bulge. He yelps but I am yanked back at the same moment. I inhaled for my last time, before my death followed. "Didn't I say, I'm not done yet?" Hot list: #666

[ON HOLD] ❝It might not be now, but in time, you shall weep tears of blood. She will slip from your grasp and fall down her death,❞ the words were spat and they smelled bad as they were drenched in the heavy, vomited honesty that his furious voice threw. ❝Again and again and again,❞ * ~ * ~ * In which complicated Ivory Dawn meets Roman Lane. A man who has been mourning her death for the past five hundred years. Werewolf #259 *THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT. EXPECT MISTAKES.

Nate's mother broke his heart long before any girl had the chance to. He suffered another loss when the first girl he fell in love with left him with cancelled plans and a broken heart. All the women in his life seems to leave him broken; so as a defence measure to protect his broken heart, he lives under the pretence of being a spoiled and insensitive casanova. He's contented with the way things are--at least that's what he tells himself. He's convinced that being uncaring and engaging in transient relationships is enough; until an unknown girl is washed ashore in the beach that he happens to own. Before long, Nate finds himself being the enemy of numerous people--malicious and powerful people. Is he willing to risk his life for this new woman whom he has started to have feelings for? Every woman he cared for gave him nothing but pain and heartache; he gave so much yet received so little back. Is he willing to open up his barricaded heart and finally love again? And most importantly, is she worth it? Is she worth the risk?