A kingdom A crown The royals And a thief You are hereby welcomed to the Kingdom of Nightcrest. Dress in your finest suits and gowns. Embellish yourself with exquisite jewels. Prepare your feet to dance in the glorious halls of the Night Court and shade your eyes from the crown, shimmering in gold and trickling with blood. "Search for merriment, face your fear." The Wicked Crown Genre: Fantasy Romance Adventure Written by: april_avery

Born into slavery as nothing better than a Subhuman, unable to speak, unable to read or write and unallowed to learn such things, she works hard for her master, the Divine Magician. Then one day, as she's trying to continue her hard work, Silent Eden makes a discovery that could change the way she views the entire world. Zanthius has lived on his own since the death of his mother. As an Islander, he knows that the land he lives on is sacred, and that no Mainlanders are to step foot on the island. So when he finds the strange girl in the ruins of the Island, he doesn't know what to do. She doesn't speak the language--She doesn't speak at all! To find out where she comes from and to send her back are Zanthius' duties to his people. But is it worth it?

Teenage Gerent is thrown into a world of magic where he is expected to be a hero, but he was never a hero, just a clutz and a disappointment. Now with magic to contend with as well can he ever get things right? Unintentionally he starts on the trail of his unknown father but will he ever get home to his twin brother and his mother again?

"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.