Humans. Our main goal is to expand, and spread across the universe. What happens when we discover something that's not our own?

Dragonoir, a fresh new kingdom brought up from the ashes of a rebellion of the half-dragon race of Draconis against the upstanding kingdom of Renaia which has been held in a tyrant's rule ever since Queen Corona lost her husband after the end of the rebellion and has been in a mournful rage ever since. A plucky young mage named Idris from the Council of Mages has been shipped to the Dragonoir front lines to help fight against the threat that is Queen Corona who will do nothing to gain control over the entire region of Nereth. However, she cannot rule forever as the King's Trials are upcoming and Kaiser, a young noble orphan, may just be the one to dethrone her.

Exciting news update - HAWK is in the very early stages of being adapted into an animated TV show! Please make sure to stick around and add this story to your shelves for upcoming announcements. Thanks so much for your support :) Kas Balera is used to a bit of chaos. As a space bounty hunter, capturing three Class-2 criminals should have been the most difficult part of her week, but when a disaster of epic proportions rocks the entire solar system, Kas is thrust into the midst of an adventure far beyond her wildest fantasies. With the help of a federal robot, a child genius, and her trusty ship - the Calista - Kas must use all her quick thinking and sharp wit if she's going to stay alive and uncover the new dark and dangerous mysteries of the galaxy. Pursued by evil X1 robots, bio-mech panthers and astral police officers, even Kas's kick-ass fight training and expert piloting can't seem to stop the entire galaxy from going after her. * Wattys Shortlisted * * Highest ranking: #1 in Science-fiction * Thanks to @CAPTAINSARCASTIC101 for helping with the blurb.

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.