That rebellious fire burned deep down inside of her, burning her bones and boiling her blood. Oh my how her fire burned. So bright, it brought light to the world and filled people with heavenly warmth. Brighter than a star, they'd say. Nothing could even put it out, she was told. She was invincible, untamable. Until she wasn't. Someone dimmed her light till it was nothing. And ashes she became, remains of the fire before.

Magic and all fantastical creatures, anybody with magic flowing through their veins have been outlawed by the King. Those who didn't flee to the South of Atroce were executed, and thus any trace of Magic was wiped from the North. Except Arielle. The last of her kind, Arielle must bring back the Healers, and bring Magic back to the North.

Late for a party, She figures she can use her gift and borrow time, but time flies when you're having fun, and seconds led to minutes led to hours led to an unhappy ending.

A girl woke up cursed with tendrils of poison, growing each day more painful than the next. After visiting the witch, she realizes she will do anything to break the curse. Anything.

"My beautiful Puppet Boy and my beautiful Puppet Girl." A teenage boy and girl find themselves trapped in the lair of a crazy man obsessed with human puppetry. __________________ #1 in horror - 12/6/15 [featured - 12/30/15] IMPORTANT NOTICE - if you're reading this story on a site that is not www.wattpad.com then you could be at risk of a malware attack. Furthermore, please go to this link: www.wattpad.com/user/z0mbies, and report to me where you are reading this story. Thank you. WARNING: This story contains distressing material. Reader discretion advised. The characters in this book are fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.