❝When it was quiet, I didn't have to worry about a monster trying to make me its lunch. I did, however, have to worry about my wandering thoughts, and I'd have a different monster on my hands if I let them wander too far.❞ ↣ A virus has erupted, turning loved ones into mindless, ravenous, killers. Where the rest of the world sees madness, Kathryn Johnson sees opportunity. She runs from her immutable hell, disappearing into the trees of Northern Georgia. Little does Kathryn know, she hasn't escaped hell, rather swapped one for another. In a moment of unhampered curiosity, she stumbles upon a group that won't take no for an answer. Through these people, Kathryn finds herself examining the walls she's kept herself locked behind. After a lifetime of unknown, a question waits for her on the other side: Can the broken be fixed? ↣ { Featured in the @WalkingDeadRoadtoSurvival "Top Walking Dead Fanfiction" reading list } { ➊ The Walking Dead } { ➌ The Walking Dead Fanfiction } { ❺ Daryl Dixon }

It is the dawn of the first age and the fallen Lords of Heaven are fighting over that newest of creations: mankind. Only Karux, a young herdsman tormented by horrific dreams of the future, can unite the tribes of men and protect them from the chaos, madness and death the fallen lords bring. To do this, he must first discover the secret names and shapes of magic with only an autistic six-year-old girl to aid him. Foreseeing his death and the death of the woman he loves, he must overcome betrayal, hold back a growing curse and train a people with no concept of war to fight against an inhuman enemy. --- Kingdom of the Stone is part 1 of a 2 part story. It is continued in The Stone King, both of which are complete.

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.

The Warlock's Chair. A place of magic and adventure. Long ago when the world was young the Faerie races ruled far and wide across the lands of the Earth. Then with the coming of Man, they disappeared into myth and legend. But they had survived. Hidden away in the secret places known only to a few humans. An ancient prediction told that there would come a day when the evil known as Ravengaard would return to seek revenge on those who had imprisoned him. And that once again the Faerie Folk would be forced to come out of hiding and confront their old nemesis. The prophecy also foretold of three children whose lives would forever become entwined with those of the Faerie Folk. They would appear in their time of need. That time is now... **** DON'T FORGET TO VOTE ****