"She chose to end her life, unaware that death would only be the beginning." When the Gates of Chaos had flood open, allowing darkness to loom over Ethereal, tearing the spiritual plane apart and tainting all of its souls, everything changed. An epic battle was fought against evil and darkness was soon trapped in a magical veil, but not before countless lives were lost. The Council of Celessorcials sought to bind the realms back together and abolish the threat once in for all. Moments prior to taking his last breath, an oracle uttered a prophecy that would lead the Council to hold trials for deceased humans with unfinished business, all in an attempt to find the darkest soul with the potential to bear great light. Centuries later, the search continues. Eira Hayes commits suicide to escape the misery that was her life and finds herself stuck in limbo, forced to face the lowest points of her life all in the name of redemption. If she passes her trails, she can move on and find peace. But if she fails, her soul will be sentenced to eternal damnation. As if it couldn't get any worse, the veil is cracking and Eira's guide, the one that can truly help her through the journey, seems to hate her with a burning passion. Fortunately, a wayward soul extends a helping hand, but it comes at a price. Eira is already dead, damned and destined for darkness. But now she is faced with a choice; succumb to said darkness, or go through the trials and risk being condemned for eternity. ~ooOoo~ An Urban Fantasy with elements of Adventure, and Romance. ______________________________________ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G 02/26/2017 - #875 (Fantasy)

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

A collection of prose poetry. Cover by: @Glass_Sword

Carter Reid is looking for only one thing when she meets drug addicted, womanizer, lead singer Nolan Doufer. A job. Nolan Doufer is used to getting what he wants, a babysitter was not what he wanted, but looking at Carter he realizes there is one thing he can get from the perfectionist hired to "help" him. A laugh.

You are a captive. They'll get nothing out of you, not a single word, because you'll die before you tell them anything. He is determined to break his captive- he needs the information and he'll find out what he wants to know by any means necessary. It's a battle of wills. You versus him with everything you care about caught in the middle. ---------------- AWARDS *Best Flow (Melancholy Awards) *Battlefield Award (Descriptions that make you feel as if you're in the story) *3rd Place Short Story (Seraph Awards) *1st Place Short Story (The Queen Awards: Monthly) *2nd Place Short Story (The Flavored Awards) * 98.9/100 score on Neverland Reviews (https://www.wattpad.com/596949050-neverland-reviews-divided-%E2%80%A2sscott8%E2%80%A2). Credit for the picture goes to one♥two aka gudrun on Flickr's Creative Commons. Credit for the story goes to me... so no plagiarism. Any similarities to other works, other characters, other descriptions, and real life cases is not intentional. Please enjoy reading, and if there's something you see that is noteworthy (good or bad), let me know. I'm on this website to improve my craft, not get votes.