Mature Content including violence, sex, and language The gods are fighting. Mortal creatures worship and pray, scheme and plot, all in the name of their chosen deity. It is a silent war, but every war has casualties. I am one of those casualties. I have no beast in me. I am just a simple Acera girl, born into the Fifth House, under the Love goddess. My Fated is not a simple male. Thane of the First House is a Lord, a powerful Tasuri warrior and his love for me was not enough to stop the war from creeping into his heart. He rejected me. He murdered me. But that was not my end. One god took pity on me. The one god who has no House, no children, just a temple filled with thousands upon thousands of souls. Nateos, the Lord of the Underworld, Death himself. He claimed me as his daughter and gave me a name: Mara, Grief come to life. But... there is war. And, I am now a part of the battle. My new father gave me life. A home. A family. What else does a father give his only living child? I was not ready for him. But I want him.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

She has escaped. She is free and the world awaits. No one knows her. But they soon will.

When your soul is hunted, you can't hide forever. Thousands of years ago, an evil known as the corruption seeped into the land. Where once it was contained by the Sentinels -- humans or elves gifted with magic -- it now thrives unchallenged, gaining strength and claiming those that once fought it for its own. Nineteen year old Skye has always known this. Living with demons on your doorstep is a constant fight for survival, but she’s determined to not become one of the corruption’s monsters. To keep her soul pure, no matter the cost. But with the Sentinels gone, betrayed by their own, it’s only a matter of time before the corruption seizes them all. When a scouting mission goes awry and Skye is taken prisoner, her blades can’t save her. Marked by the corrupted Sentinel, she waits for a fate worse than death to take hold. Only when the Silverborn, knights dedicated to fighting the corruption come to free her does something awaken within her. Something powerful. The power of a Sentinel. Celestial. Fire. Water. Nature. Shadow. None are safe from the corruption. *+*+*+*

In the southern realm of Altier Nashal, a kingdom of frozen seas and vast forests, a civil war between three rival factions sparks the beginning of a foretold doom. Ban Karst, paladin and scrivener, is the noble son of the Lord Regent and declared a traitor by all sides. Ban's betrothed is left to hold a kingdom together while he must contend with dragons, goddesses, and goblins. His failure has been ordained by fate, and his battle is lost before he can raise his blade. There is no one for him to turn to save for a pair of fugitives, a healer and an assassin.

*THIS BOOK HAS BEEN REMOVED FROM WATTPAD* Valentina Stone's life as a noble ends brutally at the hands of the royal family. Chasing rumours of dragons and magic, she will have her revenge... ***** Valentina Stone is the daughter of a duchess, forced to don a mask of obedience in a society that treats women like pawns. But when the royal family hatch a plot to stop a mysterious prophecy, Valentina's life is thrown into chaos. With strength, resilience and a little bit of sass, Valentina embarks on an epic journey that reveals the world beyond the palace walls. To get her revenge, she'll need talons, fire and determination. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. [[Wattys 2018 Shortlist]] [[Wattpad Featured Story 02/02/18]]