Celeste is the daughter of the Citizen Principia, but when she stumbles upon a conspiracy and is kidnapped by rebels, the future of Verium rests in her hands. ***** Celeste Navarie is the sixteen-year-old daughter of the Citizen Principia, which means she lives a life of privilege in a dystopian world that allows no personal freedom. Celeste dreams of adventure and smuggles herself beyond the walls regularly, to purchase books and documents from the outside world. During her journeys, she uncovers a conspiracy: members of the palace staff are part of the rebellion, and she finds evidence her father is a murderous tyrant. Not sure who to trust, Celeste is kidnapped and has no way to escape. The future of Verium rests on Celeste's shoulders, and if she makes a mistake it will doom not just her, but everyone. [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]]

The Elder Scrolls have foretold of the Ebony Crown. It has been ignored for thousands of years since the First Era, but now it has chosen it's champion. The Forsworn have been the only group to notice its power and wish to take it. Follow Harorn, a young Nord from Solitude, kidnapped by the Forsworn, as he is forced to find the Ebony Crown. Along the way, he'll find friends, enemies, and hidden secrets. Will Harorn give into the Forsworn's evil plans, or will he save all of Nirn from certain doom?

"How dare you bring me aboard this ship without so much as telling me what you are?" She yelled. Kincade let out a smug grin, one that infuriated Astryd even more. She took a few more steps toward him so that they were mere feet apart. He looked down at a doubloon he was holding and slowly turned it over in his hands as he spoke. "I saw a troubled woman in a sailor's pub, obviously hiding from the royal guards. Surely you must have gotten yourself into a sticky situation. And you don't expect me to assume what you are?" Astryd fumbled for words. What was he getting at? He lifted his head to look her in the eyes. "You're a thief and now a sailor. You know what that makes you, sweetheart?" "I am not a..." she shouted, but she stumbled at the last word. She pointed her finger in Kincade's face and whispered, "pirate." -------------------------------------------- I would like to acknowledge Thompson Editing Services, who is responsible for being my editor and proofreader for this book as well as an amazing writing mentor. I own the story as well as all of the characters inside it. This book is copyrighted to me. I own the book cover art (illustrated by myself) but I do not own any of the images featured throughout the story. Highest rankings: #1 in Sailor, #1 in Sailing, and #10 in Pirate This is the first draft. This story is currently in the process of being edited.

ORIGINAL DRAFT. SEE UPDATED NOVEL FOR REWRITE VERSION RELEASED 9/2025. Wattpad Featured Author | 800K+ Reads | AMC TWD Partnered Story | Ranking #1 in Adventure | Wattpad Beta book for text-to-speech accessibility A Dystopian Society 4522. Both a name and a number that had labeled many. Within a society of the alive, yet not living, 4522 struggles to conform. She finds herself lost while surrounded by strict rules of direction. Deep inside, she knows there is another way to exist than following orders in a herd of humans who do not think for themselves. 4522 believes there is more to life than numbers and laws; she just has to find it. When her hall Officer is replaced, and she forms an unlikely friendship with the boy next to her, the opportunity for change arises. When the mysterious Officer selects her and her friend, 4313, for testing she knows something is wrong; 4522 can only think she was picked because they know about her secrets that she had been keeping. They know she is different and different only meant one thing. Death. Pronounced: Four-Five-Two-Two

The Number Series (A Dystopian Society) Second book to 4522. "She's gone." I spat blood from my mouth. "And I'm going to get her back." "Don't tell me," Quinn shook her head. "You're going to pretend you're one of them." I looked into her dark eyes. "I have to save her." I put the red mask on my face and dawned the uniform of the PC&T: Population Control and Traders. I vowed to do more than just bring my sister home; I would bring down the chaotic world I lived in and would create a place where she would always be safe.