❝ 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 ca...
"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...
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...
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 overbea...