(Team Crafted fanfiction) They were all born for one purpose - to save the world. But when plans fall apart, will they survive?

"and with a flash; they were gone"

Sam has always been a dreamer but when his super smart and popular classmate leads him to the land of his dreams will he be able to face what's truly there? Will he realize his place in this new world and will he realize these strange feelings he feels toward Ivan?

The worlds different. Darkness lurking in the shadows ready to destroy when the chance arrives. Everything has been bad luck for Ty, a secret, rough past and the threat of them coming after him all loom above his head, weighing him down. He runs. That's what he's known to do, run away from his problems, run away from the situation. But sometimes you can't just get up and run. Sometimes you have to face your fears, and be brave. There's something coming. Something preparing an army of evil, taking souls one by one and sprouting fear among everyone, feeding off their fears and distress. Ty meets Mitch and Jerome who have a secret of their own, hiding something from one another. Mitch has always been known for having strong will and a big heart, but an expert when it comes to combat. Sometimes your talent can become a weakness. A weakness that this strange, dark force feeds off of as well. Twisting close friends and fears into some dark, and livid that could change you for good. Jerome, the well known bacca is known for his amazing strength and stealth like talents, but when it comes to family and friends its like a punch in the gut. He tries to do whatever he can to protect those he loves but sometimes, he can't save them. Sometimes he's too late. And sometimes, he makes mistakes. But, the duo is special. Very special indeed. All it takes is a push, and a shove to show them their true potential and show them what's been kept locked up inside the, show them what's been a secret even to themselves. Along the way of this journey they must eventually take they meet many others like themselves or on the run too from this evil force that's multiplying, growing over the vast days to come. The only question now is. Can it be stopped?

Hailey always thought she had a pretty ordinary life. The only thing that could be called unusual in her life was that her mother had disappeared into thin air not long after Hailey's birth. Soon, though, her mother is not the most important thing on the young girl's mind as she discovers a hidden side of herself and meets a strange winged boy who pulls her into a magical world she could never in her wildest dreams have imagined. Follow Hailey in her adventure as she learns more about her true heritage and discovers things she never would have believed before. (COMPLETED) Featured in Wattpad's magazine, Wattzymag. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2013 and 2014

[Watty Winner 2012, Fantasy / Teen Fic / Adventure / Romance] Stars. For millennia, humans have stared up at the sky watching them light up the night. Unknown to most, they've been watching back, protecting us and keeping us safe from dangers. However, in the land of Astron, two girls are struggling to keep themselves alive. Miriam has a dark secret, living a secluded life with all the benefits that wealth provides. While Annabell is a poor orphan with a natural born gift of getting into trouble. With the help of two handsome lads, they have to uncover the truth about the prophecy that the Elders have worked so hard to hide. They need to find each other before it's too late. Change is coming, and Darkness is growing. In a race against time, they have to find the Rising Star before it's too late. Solem, help us all. [This is the first book in 'The Lores of Lyra]

Love is patient, love is kind but above all, love is hard. "I am here to see the Archangel." "Aren't we all?" Replied the guard after chuckling at the blatant naivety of the frail woman. "Name?" "I'm here to see the Archangel." She replied stubbornly still not looking up from her shoes that peeked out from the bottom of her cloak, revealing more of her toes through their large holes than the muddy, worn leather that formed the patchwork shoe itself. They were her last pair. Not that she had taken many substitutes with her when she had left. A hasty departure was never well planned.