❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜ They fight - to the death. They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping their vows. They wander in hospitals to find a cure for their torn hearts. They haunt castles and secret passages. They betray the ones they love the most. They are dying women and miserable men. They make peace with their enemies, not friends. Girls of rivers with hair like the night dance down the moon stairs. Goddesses of flame hold out hands which crumble and burn. This story sings of three rings. Of forgotten maps. Of a queen who should not be alive after all she has suffered. But most importantly, it sings of three gilded crowns studded with the jewels of the heavens. Crowns of glass. ➳ Shortlisted for the Wattys 2018. ➳ Now a featured Wattpad story. ➳ Winner of over fifteen prestigious awards. ➳ Highest rank: #2 in Fantasy. ❛NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BEING A QUEEN WOULD MEAN PAYING THE PRICE OF POWER WITH STEEL AND BLOOD, DARLING.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

we were drowning in madness © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017

we were wraiths, haunting our own existence © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017

we are heroes of darkness wearing armour of gold © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017

he reached for the sky, and he touched the sun. so he p l u m m e t e d.

we were kids in the dark | i will be writing about topics such as suicide and death, for your own safety if you get triggered by any of these things please don't read this. I don't want you to be hurt.

we are a revolution alight © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017

art, for art's sake! © all rights reserved to atlas | 2018

we are gods slowly fading from mortal memories © all rights reserved to atlas | 2017

The life of a Raven Sister consisted of glittering gowns, lavish parties, royal acquaintances, and inescapable death. The lavish life of a Sister was not all that it seemed. The extravagance was a cover-up, a way to make people forget about the harsh truth. Behind the smiles and the laughter, darkness and despair lurked. For there was only one thing a Raven Sister was supposed to do, and that was die. Her sole purpose was to give up her life at age eighteen to the merciless country of Aveeria, to prevent a mass slaughtering of her country. Underneath her makeup and gown, she was nothing more than a mere sacrifice. All of their lives, Evlyn and her fellow Sisters knew their destiny. No matter how hard they tried to escape it, death would always come for them. No matter what they did, they would always end up meeting the same fate. As the days pass and it grows closer to the night of the Blood Moon, the night they are to be sacrificed, dark and unnerving secrets begin to unravel, secrets about the world Evlyn knows, and about the country she is to be given up for. Perhaps the heroic and magical story of her's and her Sister's sacrifice is darker and much more twisted than it is remembered to be. And so is, as she is soon to find out, life after death.