❛THEY WOULD TELL YOU OF A KING WHO STOLE ME HELPLESS FROM MY SUNSHINE GARDEN.❜ They won't tell you about the woman who came to him sublime, lily eyes and lily lips. A king does not ask permission from his prize, but she, oh she, she knelt, kissing my flower crown fingertips, and laid a kingdom at my feet. A Hades and Persephone retelling. ❛AND WHEN I PLACED MY DREAD HEART IN HIS PALM; HE CALLED IT A KEY AND ME A QUEEN.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

❝DEATH IS COMING, DEATH IS COMING.❞ A girl watches kingdoms fall as a man stained with the blood of an empire, puts a crown on her head. [4.15.17] all rights reserved ©2017

❝Tell me a story, love.❞ In which, a slave girl tells a bloodthirsty king a story in exchange for her life. [07.15.16] all rights reserved ©2016

Sixteen-year-old Thana sleeps in graveyards and crafts dreams for those who want them. She can create visions so vivid and detailed that they could be real. For the inhabitants of the sleepy town nearby, Thana's dreams are like drugs. When the Graveyard Festival appears in her cemetery in the middle of the night, Thana meets Jonathan, a mysterious boy with tattoos he can bring to life. By sunrise, Thana is a member of the traveling carnival that moves from cemetery to cemetery. Her dream-crafting abilities do what the Festival does best: catering to every whimsical fancy its visitors have. But the Graveyard Festival isn't just a carnival--its members guard the gates to the land of the dead, and something has gotten past them. Jonathan believes Thana is the key to returning the demon back to where it belongs, but as her dreams turn to nightmares that come to life, Thana can't control her devilish creations. Something is within her, and it's dying to get out.

❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜ They fight - to the death. They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping their vows. They wander in hospitals to find a cure for their torn hearts. They haunt castles and secret passages. They betray the ones they love the most. They are dying women and miserable men. They make peace with their enemies, not friends. Girls of rivers with hair like the night dance down the moon stairs. Goddesses of flame hold out hands which crumble and burn. This story sings of three rings. Of forgotten maps. Of a queen who should not be alive after all she has suffered. But most importantly, it sings of three gilded crowns studded with the jewels of the heavens. Crowns of glass. ➳ Shortlisted for the Wattys 2018. ➳ Now a featured Wattpad story. ➳ Winner of over fifteen prestigious awards. ➳ Highest rank: #2 in Fantasy. ❛NO ONE TOLD ME THAT BEING A QUEEN WOULD MEAN PAYING THE PRICE OF POWER WITH STEEL AND BLOOD, DARLING.❜ rubyruins | all rights reserved ©

Things never change. Some people can never escape. In the dark, things lurk, and there is no hiding. Try to run. I dare you. *This is a sequel to King of Beasts, I strongly recommend reading the first beforehand, otherwise read at your own confusion.

In the beginning we were happy. We had each other. We had the cottage. We had the forest and the lakes. And then the soldiers came; and now I have nothing.

What can a slave girl do when she's but a pawn in a game of kings? Sent to infiltrate the enemy kingdom as the new bride of the King of Palandyre, Cinclair has only one goal in mind: the prize is her freedom, the price is his life, and the task is murder. But the man she must kill ignites in her a fire she cannot quench, sends her blood racing with the first flash of his grin and the tilt of his brow, and it feels like a dagger in her gut to see him falling for a mask she wears and the lies she's spun, because one more day his passion grows means one less day that he may live. As stakes climb higher and the war drums pound louder outside the castle walls, the hour of his death draws unforgivably near. But the heart cannot kill what the heart beats for... and her heart beats for his. [ cover by @VaineLuchia ]

❝I hear she belongs to Tommy.❞ //cover by aciddaisies

Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.