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. ~~

Ever want to know more about my female leads? how they came about? what inspired me to write them? Now you can XD this book has been created simply to obtain a better understanding of the girls I love so much~ this book is all for y'all, have a question you wanted to ask one of my girls, ask it. and I'll respond in character interviews I plan on having in the future!

Earth, meet Zee. Zee meet Earth. When an alien girl crashes right into the back yard of a human man, the world was set to change as they knew it...sort of..kind of.. okay no not really, every orange alien crashing onto earth does that. But Keiran Jay, a computer hacker known as 'Jay Bird', his world on the other hand. is never going to be the same again. Not when he has a very hands on X'sonian warrior following him around and drinking all his beer. ~~ "...What the fuck is this?" The weird ass orange chick froze half of the beer bottle stuffed into her mouth, "mmmmm!" I blinked. "Are you seriously drinking my beer?!" She pulled the bottle from her lips and flipped up from the ground, grinning ear to ear, "Zee!" I stared blankly at it. "Alright whatever, you cannot drink my beer, that my beer. as in I bought it. I need it to get drunk, you do not need it to practice perfecting the blow job." She blinked at me with her bright green eyes, head cocking to the side. Then she reached into my fridge, pulled out another one of my beers and popped the cap with her fang, letting out a tiny giggle before downing the whole thing in one go. I glared at her, "Okay thats it, i'm shoving you in a crate and shipping your ass to area fifty-one." She hissed at me. She fucking hissed at me.

Toltarra has been strewn in war for nearly 300 years, the four major clans governing the mass of land at a constant battle for domination over all else. There are many rumors to as how the great war started. The Thyssen family of Windsor blame the formation of the Scar of Toltarra for the wars start. The Kaepernick's of Zinnann blame the Volco savages who emerged after the scar was formed. The Caplondon family of Caplond heaves the blame upon the Adalwolf's of Carden. And the Adalwolf's? The Adalwolf's have a legend that has been passed down since the great wars beginnings, they say that a woman warned the clans of a great explosion in the middle mountain that would scar Toltarra permanently and plunge the clans into blood and darkness. She was the women who claimed giants tunneled beneath the ground and feathers were messages carried on the backs of birds from the clouds. They called her The Mad Witch and after she disappeared ash rained through the air and Tolterras ground was scarred. When The Mad Witch disappeared, the clans were plunged into blood and darkness.

Violett Blu always did her best to look on the bright side of things. It was something her mother had ingrained in her before being committed. She had vivid delusions, believing fairies were real. That they walked among us. Violett's mother went as far as to believe her father -long out of the picture- was of the fae. She insisted upon it, insisted he was powerful and beautiful and a vivid fantasy come to life. That he would visit her, appearing from nowhere just to dance with her in the light of fireflies. It was something Violett never believed but still loved to hear. Now, on nights when the hospital would allow, she would dance with her mother in her fathers place. Never thinking things would change, she would always dance barefoot in the grass, book of medicines in her arms as she studied natural ways to help her mothers mind in a way no medicines before ever could. ...until they did change. Until two boys appeared to her from nowhere. One proclaiming his everlasting love for her. And the other.... ~~ "Well. aren't you just a pretty little half breed. Don't listen to him. He's a liar when he says he loves you." I blinked at the dark haired man before me, wondering when it was he had arrived as I glanced at the tawny haired boy that had arrived a little earlier, "huh?" The dark haired one in all seriousness nodded, "at least I'm being honest when I say I genuinely just want to have sex with you. Its really not the unseelie way to declare love. Even if we truly do love you." "Uhm.." I blinked at the two as the glared at one another, "who exactly are you two?" The tawny one bowed lightly, "I am Hunter, prince of the seelie court." The dark haired one scoffed a bit, "I'm Phoenix."

Harlow Frost isn't what you would call a normal teenage girl. Sure she's angsty, and blunt to a fault. But that just comes with being the daughter of a former gang leader and sister of a current one. Seductive when she needs to be Harlow knows just how to make a man fall to his knees. Conveniently she also knows how to put a bullet in his head without getting blood on her shoes. But what happens when her gang, her own brother, betrays her for their own benefit, leaving her to their long time rivals?... A very bad girl gets a hell of a lot worse. ~~ "What the fuck did you just say to me?" "I said I wasn't surprised by your blatant teenage rebellion considering where you come from." I squinted up at the bastard. Vodka loving mother russia fucking bitch..."Yeah? Well at least I didn't name my gang after a line in Humpty-fucking-Dumpty." His eyes narrowed at me. Grinning dangerously I leaned a bit closer to Dimitri, "And all The Kings Men couldn't put the Russians balls back together again."

When Vega Moore was 13 her mother was murdered by a crime lord with a grudge against her father. After the tragedy the two moved from the town of Parkville Florida to Detroit Michigan. Her father needed a break from work and she needed therapy, so he went back to being a street cop and she took up kickboxing and the help she knew she needed. Four years later and their back. Back to their town, her father back to his job, and Vega back to the high school she would have been in if it wasn't for the move. But what happens when the girl who the whole town knew..wasn't what they remembered? What happens when the girl who used to catch butterflies and pick flowers with her mother turns up as a dark haired danger with a sense of justice she can take just a bit too far? When she walks with gait befitting a predator more than a girl? When she takes being good to borderline deadly? And then what happens when she collides with the son of the man she credits for destroying her life? Trouble.

*mature for lang and possible (probable) 'adult' content heh.* I was about to scream for help when a strange sort of smoke seeped from druggies mouth and entwined itself around tall and dark's hand, running up his arm and illuminating the sharp planes of his face, feeding into his slightly parted lips. I gasped, stumbling back from the scene. His eyes shot up to me, their silvery glow locking me in place as our gazes caught. The druggies body feel between us and the man's eyes seemed to illuminate further before everything was plunged into darkness I was petrified, paralyzed in place, a cool indifferent voice broke the silence. a whisper dangerously close to my ear, "sometimes they are unwanted by heaven or hell. Sometimes they have no where to go, no purpose but to feed those who need it." A scream tore from my throat as I felt a cool hand grasp my wrist and my heart beat rapidly dropping, warm breath against my ear. I was dying. Actually dying. ~Jinx Clemens was not the best daughter, not the best sister, and not the best student. She was just living through her life and causing as much chaos she saw fit, never even bothering trying to hide the trouble she got into. Bored by things easily and easy with her words she always managed to slip past the worst situations...until something new came knocking, something dangerous. something that would flip her world around and throw it to the wolves. Jinx can escape trouble with her faux charm but there wasn't a single soul would could avoid that pesky monster we call death?

When Gracie Granger was born the doctor who delivered her died of sudden heart failure. On her sixth birthday her uncle hung himself in her closet. Three months later her aunt drove off a cliff after dropping her off. On her 13th birthday her best friends family was murdered four hours after she left. After Which Gracie's parents moved them away allowed her to be hime schooled. "My name is Grace and People around me have this terrible habit of dying."

It's been five years now and I'm old enough to enter the square, eligible for the wizard. Although no one believes it will be me. I am the Fowler's daughter. not even borne to him by blood. An unknown girl found on the streets. And I am not beautiful like the girls of Lasireen. I am not one of the pretty girls they sing of in the town by the sea. I do not have to hope it will be the girl to the right or the left of me. Because I know. not even a blind man will pick me when faced with the girls of Lasireen. ~~ A/N See full description inside because wattpad is evil and i always go at least 150 characters above what I'm allowed >.<