❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?" I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding. He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. "Well when you put it that way, I suppose." The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. "B-But where's the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?" He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he tugs on the end of my Santa hat. "Sweetheart, it's all just the Santa Clause Act.❞ ~*~ p.s. The current cover was made by Isasecret Ranking: short story #9/ Teen Fiction: #56

"The stone first started to show on his father's right forearm. Pale onyx veins then spread throughout his body, shining like polished marble." Stone has claimed most of the magical creatures of the world, forcing the rest to go into hiding. It seeps into their skin and sucks the magic out of them, drop by drop until only their husks are left behind. Xander is the prince of the Tuatha Dé Danaan, also known as the fae. He is tasked to find the one who can stop the stone. But after five decades of trying to find it, he comes up empty handed. Until one fateful night, when he sees a girl breathe life into stone. Ember is that girl. She gets thrust into a place full of magic, mystery and tragedy. Danger shrouds her at every corner, as she struggles to save a world that isn't her own.

Safety is Relative, my Dad once told me. It depends on how you look at it. For example, many more people have a fear of flying than a fear of driving. Why? Cars are familiar, and we see them every day. Most people don't crash their cars. Planes, however, are different. The only time they are in the news are if they've crashed or exploded. They don't seem safe. But safety is relative, depending on how you look at it. Millions more people are killed every year from car crashes than plane crashes. So whilst being in a car may seem safer...in reality, planes are so much more. I didn't understand this concept at first. It was only after, that I understood. Because moving to the safest place in the world doesn't necessarily mean that it is. A village in the middle of nowhere, with the highest ratio of slayers to humans in the country. No vampire would dare set foot in a five-mile radius of the place. So you're safe, right? Wrong. What if some of the deadliest killers in the whole of history decided to live there too? No-one looks for a vampire in a vampire-free village. Doesn't seem so safe now, does it?

Genevieve can't tell if her soulmate is a transcendentalist author who died one hundred and fifty years ago, or the person who is leaving his books for her to find.

Nightmares, visions, those replaying horror movies in your mind that cause you to be afraid of the one thing you can't escape: Werewolves. For Hazel, there's no place to run, because in the eyes of her friends she is but a mindless monster. And if that weren't hard enough, she's got to deal with her oh-so-sexy overbearing mate. As if that wasn't bad enough her best friends in love with her, her duties as the future Luna are horrid, and to top it off Hazel has reason to believe her (assumed) dead triplet sister might be the reason why she's having the nightmares. Could the one person she'd forced herself to forget be alive and begging for help?