Willow is completely happy. Then she's taken from her normal life and dumped into a royal nightmare. '...she knew without a doubt her mother had known what she had been writing, and she would never lie like that. Somehow, for some reason, Prince Roger of Fengland was her father. But who wanted a prince for a father? Maybe a girl who had never grown up with the freedom of her kind of life. Maybe a girl who had been raised to adore the storybook princess. But not Willow Maria Jane Cartier. She had been born a gypsy and she wanted nothing to do with her 'father'.' - Chapter 2 'Half-Brother?'

Please note: this is a third-draft story but is not revised. More than a century ago, dragons and the blue-eyed Shaderi flew together. Then they were brought down by jealous men who feared their power. Now blue eyes are a curse and dragons are a laughingstock, neither seen outside of slavery. Born a slave, her fair features mark her as a witch who is worth less than even the right to a name. He is a dragon who was raised in the arena, a life that left him unable either to fly or to breathe fire. Thrown together by an ambitious showman, they are united by a bond as old as the legends. Together, they have a hope for something more than the lives to which they were born, if only they can learn to trust each other. The words of a mysterious minstrel point them west, where rumors say their people live in freedom. The road there is hard, and at the end of it they find themselves a world embroiled in a secret war. This new world is ruled by a king who values tradition above all else. At every turn their new friendship is tested, and they are forced to decide how much they are willing to pay for a place to call home. He wants to help her learn the truth of where she came from, and she wants to give him what every dragon deserves: a chance to soar.

Work in progress, please be patient as I am having difficulties finding time to work on this. But this will be finished and I will put no less than my best effort into it. ------------------------------------- Three realms, all connected and yet split simultaneously. A story centuries old, and long forgotten by most. However one mistake can dig up those stories, and lead to either a grand discovery, or a great tragedy....

A complete fantasy book. Technically ... a weird western. Gunslingers, hex witches, dogmen, minotaur, trains that run further than you can imagine ... Mikeos Jones is a gunslinger, faster than thinking, part of the gunlaw, a man who can seldom afford the luxury of looking past the end of any given day. Jenna Crossard is a hex-witch, but her ambitions are larger than spells and charms - the need to understand the world consumes her. They say the gunlaw keeps men safe from the endless horror of the sect, but to Jenna it's a cage and she wants out. If that means breaking open the world and killing a few gods ... so be it.

The Cimorelli sisters are powerful witches who have to work together to fight the forces of evil. What will happen when it all becomes a bit too personal?

After bursting onto the fantasy scene with his acclaimed debut novel, Elantris, and following up with his blockbuster Mistborn trilogy, Brandon Sanderson proves again that he is today’s leading master of what Tolkien called “secondary creation,” the invention of whole worlds, complete with magics and myths all their own. Warbreaker is the story of two sisters, who happen to be princesses, the God King one of them has to marry, the lesser god who doesn’t like his job, and the immortal who’s still trying to undo the mistakes he made hundreds of years ago. Their world is one in which those who die in glory return as gods to live confined to a pantheon in Hallandren’s capital city and where a power known as BioChromatic magic is based on an essence known as breath that can only be collected one unit at a time from individual people. By using breath and drawing upon the color in everyday objects, all manner of miracles and mischief can be accomplished. It will take considerable quantities of each to resolve all the challenges facing Vivenna and Siri, princesses of Idris; Susebron the God King; Lightsong, reluctant god of bravery, and mysterious Vasher, the Warbreaker.

edit 3/9/23 I wrote this when I was 12 so please disregard the age-old "I'm not like other girls" trope and anything else ok thanks 🤓🤓 "They say the Woodland King's voice makes the rivers flow fast, and his claws could shred men into ribbons of flesh and bone." Every one hundred years, the feared Woodland King captures an unfortunate human from the kingdom of Llewellenar to serve him until their death. When twelve-year-old Lilibeth's father suddenly disappears, she must embark on a relentless quest to save him from the clutches of a murderous beast. As she ventures deeper and deeper into the world of the Woodland King, she befriends an unusual ally and uncovers a hidden truth that no human in Llewellenar history has ever done before. Highest: #19 in Fantasy, #1 in Folklore, #1 in Faerie, #1 in Retelling Cover made by @-starless

Sixty orbits have passed since the faeries lost the Great War against the mortals and were pushed to the brink of extinction. Those that remain inhabit the Holókaustos, trapped by a curse, rotting away between this world and the next. That is, until a bastard halfling with something to prove concocts an escape plan involving a girl born of mortal blood and magic. ☆☆☆ A girl with a peculiar pedigree is dumped on a stranger's doorstep during the worst snowstorm the hamlet Myst has ever known. Selectively mute, she refuses to tell her hosts from whence she came and her name. For lack of knowing what else to do, the crotchety old woman and her grandson Mat grant her sanctuary and take to calling her Snow. But her very existence disrupts their daily lives. The mystery comes to a head when a dead man is discovered in the front yard after the first serious thaw. Strangers turned ragtag confidants, they dispose of the body. Orbits pass without incident, slackening their resolve to keep the girl their best-kept secret. When Mat introduces her to an old friend with his own dangerous secret, he threatens all they hold dear. The world's suddenly at their door, and it quickly becomes clear that Snow's meant for greater things. A story of loss, friendship and all the grit in between. #15 in fantasy | December 2018 #10 in adventure | December 2018 #4 in world building | December 2018 #1 in speculative fiction | December 2018 #2 in quest | September 2018 #3 in fairies | September 2018 #7 in scifi-fantasy | September 2018 #123 in new adult | August 2018 #183 in fairytale | August 2018 #2 in human experimentation | July 2018 First installment of an intended series. Rated PG-13

WATTPAD ORIGINAL EDITION After Ryan and his best friend are whisked away to a top-secret wizard school, they'll discover immortal demons, new powers, acceptance, and love. ***** After they are brutally assaulted by a gang of bullies, high school outcasts Ryan and Alison decide to perform a vengeance spell on their tormentors. But when the spell only triggers a mild earthquake, they find themselves whisked away by the Marduk Institute, a mysterious organization claiming to be a school for wizards. However, there's more afoot at the Institute than meets the eye. With their old lives gone, Ryan and Alison begin to learn that a little love can go a long way in a desperate situation, but what will happen in our magical coming-of-age love story when an unstoppable foe begins stalking Ryan in his dreams? [Content warning: This original edition of IAGW was pre-sensitivity read, so the story contains instances of violence against LGBT and some homophobic and transphobic language.]

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.