(NOT EDITED AT ALL) (LOTS OF GRAMMAR ERRORS) (I was young when I wrote this lol) "You're special, fire boy," the man grins, "you and the others are just getting started." - Fire. Earth. Water. Air. It's 2890. In the US, everyone gets one of the elements powers when they are born, usually their parents element. But the elements no longer get along. They keep themselves separated from one another, not daring to interact, knowing it will cause havoc and destruction. But the government wants to test the elements together. And they've been watching, waiting for the right elements that can handle the job. And they've found them. *** Highest rank: #5 in Science Fiction Cover: @lucifehh WARNING: There is some harsh language, read at your own risk

(An Aardwulf Tale of vengeance, loss of innocence, violence and love.) Lend your ears dear one, for a King is a saint and cannot rule, and his son is a devil and should not. Remember that and you might live. *Excerpt* "Sarah, they will use those devices to ensnare you before you even realise the game has begun, and by then, no measure of fighting or politics will help you, as they've already conquered your mind through something as brittle as your heart." "Cedri- " "No. Listen. The fact that you hesitated when I touched you, means you've already lost." *** She loathed them. Truth be told, she was disgusted at everything they were and everything that they represented. She reviled them for their royalty, their ability to force loyalty and to frivolously sanction destruction. She loathed them for their carelessness and their entitlement. She would definitely see them rotting in shallow graves. It was their fault entirely that Sarah learnt to use a knife before she could use a spoon. It was because of their existence that she craved bloodlust and desired violence. It was their Order that she would never be able to be her aardwulf in true sense or form. Sarah was entirely loyal, but only to her vengeance. She was self-sacrificial, but only for her family. However, Sarah would never be altruistic nor submissive - such that the nature of an aardwulf was created to be. She would never be. She could not feel the sanctity of life. But there were moments, when she would witness innocence in the world around her, that she mourned the loss of her fragile heart. Standing now, however, in front of the Royals, who stole her childhood, broke her father and tore apart her family bonds, she was purely glad for the absence - it would make ripping their hearts out an absolute pleasure. Especially his.

I've been on the run for three years. I'm not the first, but I certainly won't be the last. For as long as I can remember, I had been experimented on, drugged to the brink of insanity, and tortured by someone I thought was my family. Boy, was I wrong. This isn't one of those stories where I suddenly get a huge boost of courage and defeat the bad guys then live happily ever after. I don't believe in that stuff anymore. Instead, I was a coward, and ran for my life, for my freedom, because I was too afraid to stand and fight and risk losing control like the monster they had created me to be. I've been too many people, have moved too many times. Now, I wonder if I will finally be able to find a place to call home... I won't allow myself to be captured before I even have a chance at that. Because if do, I'm as good as dead. © Sweetslover8 ~August 26th, 2013 ***Please note that the following is a work of fiction. Any names, events or occurrences of any kind coinciding with real life are purely coincidental.***

Kallai has a tendency to make things explode. Not on purpose, but every spell she's ever tried has gone up in a puff of smoke. Literally. And being the only mage in school who can't actually perform a spell has left her at the mercy of those looking for an easy target. It takes her meeting Shuu, a boy who claims to have been sent away from a war, to get her to really open her eyes to the world and her situation. But Shuu isn't safe to be around, and the longer Kallai is with him, the closer to the fire she gets. NaNoWriMo 2013

Samuel Brandt woke up with his thoughts written all over his body. His brother woke up with his head missing. His sister woke up to find that her skin would crack open unless she stayed in water. All of the other children in the secluded Iowa town of Oak Knoll woke up having undergone strange transformations. Now, they are all forced to live at 407 West Marshall Street, the mysterious house outside of town. With the new name of The Boy with Words for Skin, Samuel wants nothing more than to hide from his new life. He painfully and unpredictably sheds his skin, there is a Voice in the entryway closet that is often cruel, and-perhaps worst of all for a naturally shy boy-the other children look to him as a leader. As his seven-year-old brother struggles with their new life, as terrifying growls start to come from the pitch black basement, and as his feelings for a girl begin to grow, The Boy with Words for Skin realizes that he wants to change. He wants to put others first, learn from his peers, and let himself hope that things will get better. The Boy with Words for Skin is the first book in the 407 West Marshall Street series. Each book will advance the story but be told from a different character. Book 2 will be The Girl without Eyes.