[DISCONTINUED] Red is back. Reborn as the first of the new generation of Shinigami, and the mysterious night hunter When she has to go undercover as a maid at the Phantomhive Manor, who knows what secrets will unfold? Red was dead, is it all in her head? Crimson bled, the words she had said. Life is gone, left with a song. What is left? Memories of death Sequel to 'The assassin of Red' (before you read this, read the first book, The assassin of Red)

Red is a trained female assassin, the best of the best. She attacks her victims in the dead of night, with no traces left except for a note written on blood red paper. Therefore she was dubbed, The assassin of Red. Disgusted by how the rich nobles live, she strives for justice but when she is asked to help the infamous Ciel Phantomhive in a new case she can't help but agree. TW// Mentions of death, murder, kidnap and suicide Read at your own discretion. Gave her life for those she couldn't save, Never was blessed for being so brave. Butler and boy, black and blue. Danger and fun are sure to ensue. Crimes are solved, wrongs are erased but, Past comes back, lives are ablaze. Smashing glass, silver dagger. Being an assassin is a hazard. Losing her mind, people are dead. Everything she loves was splattered red [Sequel: Lady of the night]

No one ever said what would happen when dragons and aliens meet. And no one told me that I would be in the middle of it. Tasha was studying hard to get through her last year of university when she was kidnapped. She certainly didn't expect to wake up with four feet and wings. Mad scientists are bad enough, but things get even more complicated when aliens appear and wipe out the human race. Is there a way for her to hide her true identity in this new world while retaining her humanity? --------------------- Sneak Peek: I jumped over the lip of the tray and beat down hard with my wings. I had expected to only slow my fall; I had not expected to end up gaining so much height. I squawked in surprise and spread my wings wide in alarm before gravity regained its hold on me. With several awkward back-winging motions of my wings, I landed lightly on the floor. Well, at least I know my wings work. I glanced at the man in the corner as he was scribbling quick notes. I turned around to regard the tray again. They say practice makes perfect. With another hop and a single wingbeat, I managed to land in the sand tray with fanned wings slowing my momentum. That was much more graceful. But a wing-assisted hop wasn't true flight. And I still wasn't on the windowsill. ---------------------------- Entire semi-polished draft can be read on Wattpad. The polished version may be purchased on Amazon as print/audio/ebook. Copyright November 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world*, *labs*, and kidnapping/metaforming idea as long as credit is given. Loosely based on a story of a loyal war dog who had originated as a street stray. The Cover was done by Dedefox at https://www.deviantart.com/dedefox