In the search to recover his magic, Seto discovers a daunting secret of his past and the true nature of his sight magic. These truths do little to encourage him as he falls deeper and deeper into a web of fear. It is clear that the King of Emedo wishes for his head, however the reason behind this desire has yet to surface. Seto and the many friends he has made on his journey thus far are in a race against the growing strength of the Emedian army and the underlying darkness of magic. If Seto falls to Emedo, he will surely die. Should he succumb to the allure of his magic, Seto will likely never surface again as the same person he's always been. Cover (c): CATtheDrawer aka WrittenDarkness

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

15 year old Alice Foster is on the run from team Rocket. Her parents joined the evil organization when she was 10 years old, they forced her to join as well, but she refused and ran away with her beloved Charizard. Alice has a special power, she can control fire. She can change the shape of it, move it, put it out and basically control it. But why? How? Are there more people out there like her, or is she the only one? Alice goes on an adventure with two friends. Along the way she meets many people. Old friends, as well as people that will end up betraying her. Will she be able to find answers to the questions that she's had for all these years? Follow Alice and her friends on their adventure through Unova, and read to find out! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I DON'T OWN POKEMON IN ANY KIND OF WAY! I do own the plot and my own OC's. Copyright RainyFantasy© The cover was hand drawn by me and edited by me.

Hailey always thought she had a pretty ordinary life. The only thing that could be called unusual in her life was that her mother had disappeared into thin air not long after Hailey's birth. Soon, though, her mother is not the most important thing on the young girl's mind as she discovers a hidden side of herself and meets a strange winged boy who pulls her into a magical world she could never in her wildest dreams have imagined. Follow Hailey in her adventure as she learns more about her true heritage and discovers things she never would have believed before. (COMPLETED) Featured in Wattpad's magazine, Wattzymag. All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2013 and 2014

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There is a prophecy in the world of Minecraftia. On the anniversary of the death of Steve, the god-turned Minecraftian, a blood-line descendant will use their powers for either good or evil to destroy the gods. It is necessary for the descendant to know their role when the time comes. The only power that can stop the destruction is the legendary Jewel of Notch. (BajanCanadianxOC) (DeadloxXOC) (TrueMUxOC) Copyright © Rachel K.G.