Alcline Academy. Boarding school to the elite, for parents who have too much money and not enough time for their children. One of the most prestigious schools in the world. Its the fast track to success in life at a high price. The children of diplomats, rulers, celebrities and more find themselves in the exclusive school known for its security and privacy. And now. So has Larkspur Jones. daughter of a deadbeat plumber and a painter. She's won a prize any teenager hoping for a better life would kill for. An all expense paid education at Alcline Academy. That. Or an invitation to hell.

The soil of the realms runs with magic. Witches, wolfmen, merfolk, and dragons. Pirates and prince's, peasants and rebels. Curses and spells, bonds and contracts. The world is filled with odds and ends, the strife of humanity and the struggles of those who are not quite so. And beneath it all lies Umber. The kingdom of umber where the magic is strong and the mortals are few and far between. Where flowers talk and and fish learn to walk. Umber the land of great divide. The queen of red and the king of tricks. Two rulers at war where only one is interested in fighting. Two sides, two castles, two thrones. One land. Rivers of gold and rivers of blood, living chess and dying death. Umber is a magical place just under, Found by sailing off the end of the earth, jumping through the looking glass, or following a very lucky rabbit. A dangerous land where one never knows where they stand. Where the ground shifts beneath your feet when the clock strikes the hour. Where even those without can have great power. All one has to do is fall under to the land of Umber.

"They say that before you an I had ever existed there was a kingdom and within its borders a world of magic." "And what happened to this kingdom Mama?" The older woman hummed softly, braiding the childs hair with gentle fingers, "The kings and queens of the surrounding realms saw danger in this kingdoms residents, for you see, it was the only land where magic resided. Together the waged a war against the potential threat to protect their subjects. The war was long. But eventually the kingdom of magic was purged." The little girl peered up at her mother, wide eyed, "but what of the men and ladies who use magic today?" "There were few that were spared in that war. the magic users we see today are their decedents. They side with kingdoms as they see fit and aid us." She peered at her reflection in awe, "All of them?" At this her mother gave pause, "...no, not all. There is one who claims no alliance. She is an ally to no kingdom." The child wrinkled her nose in confusion, "so she helps everyone?" "No..this sorceress is not kind like the few you have met through your father. She wishes for nothing more than destruction." "why?" "No one knows my dear child. Nor do we wish to cross paths with her even if it means to discover why." "But..wouldn't it help to ask her?" "It is not that simple dear. one day you will understand." The child hummed a bit, "okay." The room plunged into silence. "Hey mama?" "Yes dear?" "What is that ladies name?" The mother shook her head slightly, "No one knows, not really. She is shrouded in darkness, her identity a mystery besides the rumors that float around her. But they call her Sin." The little girl cocked her head to the side, "and what did Sin do with her magic if she didn't help people with her power?" At this the mother blanched, "She became the greatest assassin that ever lived."

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who live in reality. And those who live in fantasy. And then, then there is Winter White. The girl who dances between reality and fantasy, locked away in Aeternum sanitarium. She sees illusions of people. Seven people who are nothing but a delusion of her mind. And yet... They are very, very, real.

Mini stories that have NOTHING to do with current plot lines in the originals, and there is no guarantee for sexual situations! Although it is likely. STORY TITLES BY PAIR: Wulf and Vega~ Romance. I'm Pretty sure We're Doing it Wrong. Lola and Axel~ Happy Stupid Human Holiday Thanatos and Jinx~ Death by Cuteness Calla and Kaden~ Cardiac Arrest

"I do not know what to tell you Mrs King. I have done as you asked. It is not my fault you dislike the results of your own decisions." The woman before me blinked rapidly, "My decisions? No I never decided any of this!" "...But you asked. What is known cannot be forgotten. It was your decision to peruse that lead to your pain." Abruptly she stood, her perfectly manicured fingers drumming on the tile counter, "no Delilah. I come to you because I need advice to give my husband to better our future. I pay you for that and that alone!" I sighed, "you do not. I am not here to tell you what you desire. I tell you what I see. I tell you what simply is and what will be." She started to pace, like some trapped animal. "I don't understand! because I found you we were saved from bankruptcy, you have never lead me astray and you have never told me something so terrible!" "Nothing so...terrible has shown itself to me before that concerns you." She shook her head, "tell me how to fix it!" "you cannot." "Now Delilah!" "You cannot. The boy will die." ~~ Delilah is a quiet girl, a seer who works for a wealthy woman by the name of Mrs. King. And then she tells her what no mother wants to hear. When the future isn't what Delilah is supposed to say. her life changes in a way not even she saw coming.

The desert lands of Samrah are not kind, nor are the creatures that have stalked the dunes since the dawn of time. Beasts made from the blood djinn, lacking any emotion but rage, feeling nothing but hunger for human flesh and blood. But to Sabra they are nothing. Not in comparison to the family that owns her, to the people in the capitol city of Bazanar. She is a slave, marked by the golden collar she wears. Sold by her mother to a wealthy merchant when she was young, it is all she has ever known. But Sabra loves her desert home and the sand dunes she sees rolling upon the horizon from the windows of her owners home, she loves the sun upon her skin and the few moments she has to herself. the nights she manages to sneak from her shared chambers to explore the capital and the underground games it holds. With each win another coin slips into her pockets, each coin a step to buying her freedom. Any slave could be free after all in the country of Samrah. So long as they had enough coin to pay their owners. While Sabra strives for freedom so she may explore the desert she loves so, the sands around her are changing every day. Samrah is being thrown into unrest outside the capitol as foreigners flood the borders and towns fight against their own. A problem so few in the capitol acknowledge, until it is forced before them. Tradesmen are dying, buildings going up in flames, and a man with blue eyes is rumored to have been spotted in the forbidden temples of Sundar, god of all lands. ~~

Mature for adult content!! The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know. Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own. And my hair was always white as snow. Iris has always been my home, its people my family. The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by. "why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace. The tallest tree in all the king's forest. Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones. I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers. When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself. I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest. By then it will be too late. ~~ Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower. But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap. Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.

The childhood stories of Leviathan and Thanatos! (you may want to read the books Soul and Saving Grace before this! they r ongoing as of now so there will not be spoilers in this book until certain things are revealed in those ones.) Lets all be honest here, you know you wanna see death and the devil as kids, and awkward teenagers. (Okay I lie. only ones gonna be awkward.) Rated mature because i never know who's gonna kill who what will be said or if ima throw in a sexy bonus chapter with their ladies..