(highest ranking in science fiction #5. now added to the wattpad science fiction dystopian reading list) Life promises us very few things. Death is one of them. Abby doesn't want to live forever, but she certainly doesn't want to die before she's twenty either. Her only chance for survival is to become a host (the name given to the human surrogate mothers who carry children) For the Signum. But Abby soon finds that sometimes the price to pay for life is too high. Cover by MayTijssen

While the Fae of the Realm have long prided themselves on being the most powerful beings in any known world, Tarin Wulf is the most legendary of them all. With him leading the armies and protecting the royal family, the Fae could never imagine anyone being brave enough to challenge them. However, Tarin Wulf has a weakness: the young princess, Serena Dusk. When Serena is taken somewhere her fierce protector cannot follow, the Realm slowly begins its descent into war against both the Infernal race, and a darkness that goes much deeper into the Dusk family's history than any of them could have known. With each day that passes, the Realm comes closer to bending to the will of the Infernals and their leader: the one person Tarin Wulf has ever feared, and who might just destroy everything that he has grown to love. ₪ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ₪ ©

Jade never knew how dark her past was, or how dark her future would become. By a cruel twist of fate, she ends up in an unfamiliar place with a long journey before. With very few by her side, Jade sets off to restore the balance in magic and comes to grips with several undeniable truths along the way. ------------ "Jade, my darling, if only you would listen." I seethed in my shackles. If only I could escape from their heavy weight, I would leave this terrible place behind, and find my mother along the way. My chest rose slowly as I tried to calm myself, even though calm was the last thing I needed to be. The black gown I had been forced to wear was slipping from my right shoulder. The chilly air rose goosebumps over the exposed flesh. Silas adjusted the material. His fingers lingering a moment too long on my skin. He was too close too me now. So close I could smell the cinnamon and peppermint oils he wore, see the fleck of dust resting in his dark eyelashes, hear his soft and oddly calm breaths leaving his chest. "What am I?" I finally whispered, hoping he would back away from me. Silas straightened and gave me that crooked, evil grin that I had come to know too well in too little time. He ran a hand through his curls and straightened his silver circlet crown, composing himself. "You are the Seventh, what a beautifully cruel fate." Cover by @KristinJamesx