Her presence was accentuated by the sharpness of her elongated nails and the elegance of her pointed chin, which contributed to her exquisitely defined jawline. With every step she took, her ears twitched as if attuned to the secrets whispered by the surrounding wilderness, while her nimble fingers gracefully brushed aside any obstructing vegetation that dared to cross her path. And as she fluttered her enchanting eyelashes, Calvin couldn't help but be drawn to the mesmerizing juxtaposition before him-a single eye possessed a clarity of light blue, while its counterpart exuded an enigmatic mist of ethereal purple, a sight that held a spellbinding mystery all its own. The pixies' delicate movements came to a sudden halt, their bodies dropping gracefully to the forest floor. Heads bowed, they paid homage to the figure that had captured their attention. The music that had filled the air moments ago ceased, leaving only the soft sound of liquid dripping from the glistening foliage. It was the pixie queen who had arrived.

The Thief. The Murmur. The Shadow. The Combatant. The Traveler. Sunny and Josephine Corvinus have lived on Earth their entire lives. Broke. Orphans. Average. That was their life. Sunny, a dance teacher. Josephine, a librarian. Little did they know the blood running through their veins was a tracking device for a king in another realm. A realm called Writhia. A realm filled with illusions, and monsters, and royalty. People who spoke an entirely different language. People who were tracking them. People who... loved them. And when the two sisters are thrown into this realm, they have to fight like they've never fought before. Just when they think they've found a safe haven, Josephine gets kidnapped by a dark king. Sunny will stop at nothing to get her sister back. Even if it means trusting the general of said dark king.

Melissa Crawford thinks she's just a regular teenage girl. She goes to school. She has friends, boy problems, homework...you know, the typical teenage angst. But she couldn't be more wrong, for Melissa Crawford is not a mortal. Her adoptive mortal mother refused to give her up and hired a witch to erase the enchanting Faery child's memory, not realizing that things aren't that simple. You see, when she was a little girl, Melissa promised herself forever to her Leannan Sidhe (mate), a Fae Prince, and a promise to Fae is sacred. When the Fae Prince comes back to claim what's his, nothing will get in his way. "Mortals are so arrogant. So utterly narcissistic to think that they are the only intelligence in this world, to believe their realm is the only realm, their way is the only way. "Many of you believe us fairies only exist in little kids' fairy tales. We are so much more than that. We exist, living in the Realm just a blink away from yours. A few wrong turns in the park or the forest and you're there. We sometimes walk among you, and you're not even aware of it. Believe me, we exist. Across the globe, your kind calls us and our realm by different names...but as William Shakespeare once said- a rose by any other name..."