🏆 VENCEDOR "THE WATTY 2015" NA CATEGORIA TESOUROS NÃO DESCOBERTOS 🏆 O jovem cavaleiro Kyle Blackwing e seus companheiros, Archibald, um monge Naomir e Kiorina, aprendiz de feiticeira, investigam o nascimento de crianças de olhos negros. Eclode uma guerra contra as hordas dos terríveis bestiais. O reino de Lacoresh é ameaçado por forças sombrias e ocultas. Com a guerra e intrigas, a vida, inocência e fé destes três jovens serão afetadas. Saiu uma resenha bem legal no blog Canastra Literária. http://canastraliteraria.blogspot.com.br/2014/07/olhos-negros.html Criei uma página com mais informações sobre o livro: http://selo-multiversos.net/livros/olhos-negros/

Se você está lendo essa obra por qualquer plataforma que não o wattpad, provavelmente está correndo risco a um ataque virtual (malware e vírus). Se você deseja ler essa história em seu formulário original e seguro, te convido a acessar esse link: https://my.w.tt/yD4jkbeWE6 É gratuito, você não paga nada! ____________ "Há milênios, uma deusa poderosa desceu para uma terra vazia. Triste pela falta da vida naquele lugar, ela se sacrificou, deixando um rastro enorme de poder nas quatro primeiras famílias criadas. Os poderes da deusa foram distribuídos de acordo com os elementos da natureza: fogo, água, terra e ar. Com o sacrifício feito, a deusa desapareceu com a certeza de que um dia, o primogênito de uma das quatro famílias seria poderoso o bastante para conter em si uma força maior, a força de todos aqueles elementos unidos em um só corpo. Assim, foi criada a profecia do Elemental." _____________________ Esta obra é exclusivamente de minha autoria, plágio é crime.

For months Summer is trapped in a cellar with the man who took her - and three other girls: Rose, Poppy, and Violet. His perfect, pure flowers. His family. But flowers can't survive long cut off from the sun, and time is running out...

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.

Quando sei una schiava, nulla è facile. Gestire la tua vita diventa tremendamente complicato, soprattutto quando ti ritrovi a dover prestare i tuoi servigi ad una razza che si ritiene altamente superiore e che, in quanto a forza e potenza, lo è davvero. Quando il soprannaturale entra in gioco, per chi è "normale", le sfide da affrontare sono molteplici. Ma soprattutto, quella più difficile è rimanere vivi. Eloise Carlsberg lo sa bene, nata schiava e vissuta come tale, si ritrova in una famiglia che pretende senza dare nulla in cambio, ad affrontare ogni giorno persone che non hanno nulla da perdere e che non hanno scrupoli nel porre fine a delle povere vite umane. Ogni istante di vita è una lotta continua contro il potere e lei sa bene quali sono i limiti che non può superare. Eppure, non c'è limite che tenga contro l'istinto e gli impulsi umani, talmente forti da andare oltre le barriere che intercorrono tra l'umanità e l'illusione. Eloise è solo una ragazzina quando si ritrova immersa in una situazione che sembra tenerla sempre sul filo del rasoio, in bilico tra ciò che è giusto e ciò che il suo cuore desidera. Il corso degli eventi la costringerà ad affrontare eventi più grandi di lei, a prendere decisioni di cui non può conoscere le conseguenze, a confrontarsi con persone che non sanno cosa vogliono davvero dalla vita. Lei vive in un mondo che non le appartiene e che da ragazzina innocente, la trasformerà in una donna, padrona di un destino incerto, signora di un futuro che non è ancora stato scritto. Copertina a cura di @Skadegladje, che ringrazio tantissimo.

Gizmo, owner of her own shop Curiosities and Oddities, was everything and anything one wold expect of a woman of her time. Independant. Smart. A soon to be spinster. Bitter. Inventor. Mad scientist. Harlot. or so the rumors go. ~~ "Miss Gizmo!" I peered up from the latest addition to my shop, the two headed swine was an interesting find but oddly hard to sell, "Hello Mr Earnheart how's the leg?" The older man grinned broadly at me, "don't tell my wife dear girl but you are an angel sent from the lord himself." That I doubted severely. "not a single problem thanks to you, you really must stop by for dinner as a thanks sometime." I sighed, "ah but your ninny wife would be terribly convinced we were committing sin with one another." He laughed, despite the fact I had just called his wife a ninny, waving me off. "bollocks, you deserve a good home cooked meal and some company now and again." Did I now? "I see." "Yes, and my nephew is here in London for the time being, I am sure he would be delighted to meet you." Another old man trying to marry me into the family? I shook my head, "I assure you I am fine without such attentions Mr. Earnheart." He shook his head, "your seventeen now, two more years and you will start earning the title of spinster. I married my wife when she was fourteen." Marriage again, why does everyone insist upon talking marriage, its such a dreadfully boring topic, "I'm afraid I'm married to my work, unfortunately a woman cannot have two loves and thus one would end in divorce. I can honestly say my shop will not be my divorcée." He looked disappointed but knew me well enough to drop the subject, "oh and miss Gizmo?" "hmmm?" "My wife say's there is a rumor of man poking around the back alleys of London, shady one at that. Be careful when walking home?" I pulled my pistol from its hidden place amongst my clothes, "I'm one you need to worry about, I assure you."

Imagine the second you're born, a consultant removes you from your mother's grasp and runs a battery of genetic and physiological tests on you. Thirty minutes later they give you a score out of one hundred which denotes your level of perfection. If your score is above eighty and you work hard to maintain that score you will have a charmed life; well fed, well-rewarded, spoiled. But fall below eighty and you're labelled Flawed, and life will not be so kind. Hannah is adopted by a Flawed family when her birth parents choose their social standing over their daughter and endures a life of struggle, hunger and service. One day Hannah is escorted to the regional government office and told that the Consultant who delivered her, who labelled her Flawed got it wrong! Now, she is being relocated back to her birth parents, to live as one of the Ninety-Five- all medically and legally judged as perfect. Entering this new life Hannah has an impossible decision to make which puts not only hers, but the lives of everyone she cares about at great risk. "The Numbered- where no one wants to be number one". Authors notes: -This is a first draft of my story and will be edited soon. -2013 Began writing Flawed -2015 Watty Winner/ Named changed to The Numbered -2016 Completed The Numbered -2019 Optioned by eOne for development into a TV show.

Watty Finalist: Mystery/Thriller, On the Rise I see him vividly in my head. Him. The guy who calls himself A for whatever reason. The guy dressed in a black cloak with a hood that makes his face look like an endless sea of darkness. The guy whose voice is like velvet; so smooth; yet so deep and dark it sends chills down my spine every time he speaks. The guy whose simple words and actions are enough to send my heart into a frenzy. The guy whose black-as-night eyes captivate me day and night. The guy who enjoys teasing me and making me angry, like it's one of his new hobbies. The guy who has the power to make my legs turn to jelly in an instant. The guy whose past is so deep, dark, and bottled up that it scares me. The guy who spends most of his time stalking me; visiting me at night. The guy whose arms hold me so tight and securely. The guy who evokes feelings in me that honestly scare the hell out of me. But he's not just a guy. He's a criminal. The criminal that calls me cupcake.

Published 9th December on Amazon.com, Barnes&Noble and BookDepository - Copyright ©2015 by Holly Sparks I remember waking to the scream. I remember calling my sister's name. I remember seeing the blood smeared along the staircase. I remember the creature's green eyes. They say there's a cure. They say there's a way to stop this madness, a way to stop the hunger. I think they're lying. My name is Ella, and this is my story.

When 16 year old Elizabeth gets sent to an Asylum against her will, she faces everyday torture and evil that wanders beneath the padded walls and maybe even her mind. COMPLETE