In the midst of escaping her father's macabre carnival, a young necromancer in disguise is forced to help save a dusty town that wants to punish her, but when she has more in common with her escort than she realized, she must learn to not only look out for herself before she dooms everyone to a fate worse than death.

Veéta, a hybrid of vampire and werewolf descent, has her dormant powers awaken after meeting an enigmatic boy. Having dormant abilities meant Veéta was never part of the supernatural world. After meeting Siege and falling headfirst for his unassuming charms, things turn haywire. As loved ones vanish and time-traveling royalty warn of an impending dystopia, Veéta navigates a fever dream of a situation. Amidst supernatural turmoil, her greatest challenge becomes winning Siege's heart while facing the truth of her heritage with resilience and a hopeful smile.

"Aren't you scared?" Isaiah seemed genuinely floored when I didn't flinch away from him. "Of you?" I scoffed, "No." "You should be," he smirked, "I could snap your pretty little neck anytime, darling." "Get in line, darling." I threw his stupid nickname back in his face. "Why are you even here to begin with? You're nothing more than a tasty snack." He flashed his fangs and took a step towards me. His eyes lingered on me for a second too long. "I'm here to clean up the mess that your family is making all because of some stupid rivalry." "Did you really think we came here for 'some stupid rivalry'?" He took another step. My back hit the counter as he cornered me. "No, we plan to conquer your pathetic little town until there's nothing left of it." "You don't have to kill people for power. You're immortal, what more could you possibly want?" He smirked and I didn't think I'd ever loathed anyone more in my entire life. "Oh darling, you don't know anything."

Raised in the slums, away from the schemes of his cunning relatives, a prince grows up dreaming of revenge. But blood is power, and despite his strengths, Alistair is no Elemental. Or so he believes. When he re-encounters his darkly enthralling uncle, he finds himself facing new, enigmatic possibilities and slumbering powers. He soon realizes he doesn't want to kill his family. He wants to beat them at their own game.

Magic wasn't uncommon on Nyria. Throughout the world, maybe. But on this continent, it was practically everywhere and everyone embraced it. Even if magic wasn't uncommon, dragons still are. Even rarer, shapeshifting dragons, which is what we were.

"Ever since I first touched you I haven't stopped thinking about it. I don't hate you Kylie. I hate that what I'm feeling could mean your death. I hate that every time I look at you I have to commit you to memory in case I never see you again. I hate how often I feel like I'm saying goodbye to the only person on this planet that makes me want to save it." Creatures walk the Earth, hellbent on destroying it. The Sphere people await the arrival of their Queen, preparing to rise up and defend the world they were designed to protect. Adam, one of the most skilled and clever battle leaders the Spheres have ever seen, gets wrapped up in helping protect and train the woman who appeared in the final visions of his prophetic father. His attraction to her is instant, his desire stifling, but he's seen how love distracts, how it burns hot and leaves cold bodies behind. Kylie, a young woman who can't seem to find her place in the world, gets sucked into a life of passion, terrifying affinities and indescribable power. As Kylie learns to control her new abilities and make sense of the Sphere people and their purpose, she finds herself falling for the revered battle leader. But when forced to choose between the people she is destined to lead and the warrior she is irrevocably bound to, how can Kylie forgive herself for the inevitable loss of either? Or worse, the very real possibility that she will fail both. A story of love, duty, honor and war. The first installment of the trilogy begins here.

Soren McKinin; the disappointment of the family, the child his parents wished did not belong to them, the type fathers warned their daughters not to date. Anger issues, a heartless brute that got into fights and saw the world as dark grey, helpless and pointless lump of rock. He was incapable of happiness, of love. So Soren would fall, he'd fall unnoticed and unwanted. He would fall just like snow. [Book 1 of the Flammable Hearts series] - # winner of the "Best Bad Boy" Award "It awakens feelings in you that you never knew you could feel." PUBLISHED FULLY ON WATTPAD

Unedited story* 21-year-old Persephone(who actually goes by Steffi since no one can spell or say her name correctly) is starting college. She's is finally two hours away from her overbearing mother, and able to live on her own. The first day, as she's walking through the forest, she meets a stranger on the bench. Dark hair, bright eyes, her stomach filled with butterflies. She was drawn to the stranger that sat on the bench. Connecting to him, they soon see each other more and more. Little did she know, it's the God of the underworld, and he's falling in love with her every second of the day. This is the story of Hades and Persephone. (I honestly didn't think people were going to read this story, so I am slowly going back and editing each chapter! Thank you to all my readers who have loved this story as much as I loved writing it!) 1K 11/24/18 10k 2/2/19 20k 2/20/19 30k 3/10/19 40k 4/6/19 50k 4/28/19 60k 5/14/19 70k 5/30/19 80k 6/15/19 90k 7/2/19 _____________100K!___________ 7/22/19 200k 1/7/20 300k 3/4/20 400K 1/10/21